The Poison Douluo's Scheme!

Deep within Sunset Forest, a dark green streak of light shot over from afar and landed steadily on the stone platform at the center of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well basin.

Dugu Bo drew in his Soul Power and stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze habitually sweeping across the entire basin.

Three months had passed.

Ever since that Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had been stolen, he had barely left this valley for three whole months.

He ate, drank, and relieved himself nearby. Even when he went to help Yan Yan clear her meridians, he calculated the timing carefully, never taking more than an hour for the round trip.

Now that three months had passed, according to his calculations, the other party should have almost fully absorbed the herb's effects.

Anyone who had tasted sweetness once had no reason not to come back for a second helping.

He had returned this time intending to lie in wait for the long term.

Yet when his gaze fell upon the southeastern corner of the basin, his entire body suddenly froze.

Something was missing there.

Where a semi-translucent blade of grass had once grown, there was now only a shallow pit. The soil was darker than its surroundings, and finger marks still lined its edges.

It had been filled in again.

Dugu Bo's pupils abruptly constricted. He took one step forward, and his figure instantly appeared beside the pit.

He crouched down and reached out to touch the soil, pinching up a bit of damp earth with his fingertips and rubbing it between them.

Fresh.

It had been buried less than two hours ago.

In other words, during the brief two hours he had left to clear Yan Yan's meridians, that damned thief had come here.

The thief had slipped in right under his nose again.

And had taken away a plant whose name he did not even know.

Dugu Bo suddenly rose to his feet, his face livid. His chest heaved violently a few times before he threw back his head and roared.

"Bastard!!"

His voice rolled through the valley, shaking loose pebbles from the cliff walls. Even the poisonous mist around him was blasted aside by the sound waves.

"You again! You again!!"

"Last time, you stole my Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. This time, you stole my... my..."

He looked down at the empty pit, his mouth twitching with rage because he had no idea what the grass had been called.

The less he knew, the angrier he became.

The thief had specifically chosen something he did not recognize, something whose use he had not yet had time to study, the most mysterious plant among all these spiritual herbs.

"Damned thief! If you have the guts, come out and face me openly!!"

"You only know how to commit shameful thefts from the shadows. What a petty scoundrel!!"

"Do you dare face me head-on? No! You only dare sneak around while this old man is gone!"

Dugu Bo's furious roars spread throughout Sunset Forest, startling flocks of birds into flight.

After roaring himself hoarse, he stood beside the pit, breathing heavily, his clenched fists cracking.

The valley fell quiet again, leaving only the sound of wind and the gurgling spring.

Dugu Bo gradually calmed down. The rage in his mind receded, and reason regained the upper hand.

He looked down at the pit, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The other party could move freely through the strengthened poisonous mist, and both times had acted precisely during his absences. That meant the person had been watching his movements from the shadows.

Either the thief was incredibly fast, fast enough to evade his spiritual scans, or possessed some special concealment method.

But that was not the most important part.

The most important thing was that these two spiritual herbs the thief had taken served entirely different purposes.

He at least knew that the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was related to tempering the muscles and bones, but he had no idea what this semi-translucent grass was for.

But the thief knew.

A stranger could not possibly select the most valuable plants so precisely from among so many spiritual herbs.

That meant the thief knew a great deal about every plant in this herb garden. At the very least, the thief knew their effects, how to use them, and which ones would be most useful.

If he could find this person and pry the effects and uses of every spiritual herb out of him, then he could study antidotes with greater focus. Perhaps he might even find a breakthrough for the Martial Soul Backlash Poison that had plagued him for years.

At that thought, Dugu Bo's breathing quickened for an instant.

He flexed his fingers, his gaze turning sharp and complicated.

Originally, he had only wanted to catch this little thief and teach him a brutal lesson.

Now, he had changed his mind.

He wanted to capture the thief alive.

He wanted to dig every secret of the spiritual herbs and flowers out of this person's mouth.

Dugu Bo slowly straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. His gaze swept over the remaining spiritual herbs, and a cold smile curled across his lips.

"Little thief, you'd better pray that this old man never catches you."

"Otherwise, this old man will make you spit out every single word you know."

A distant mountain wind swept past, tossing his dark green hair and robes.

Meanwhile, the little thief who had Dugu Bo grinding his teeth in fury was flying through the sky hundreds of miles away, completely unaware.

Even if he had known, he would not have cared.

Huang Yun's response was: You can't catch me, and you can't hit me. So what if you're stronger than me? So what if you're a Titled Douluo?

After leaving Sunset Forest, Huang Yun did not stop. He continued flying south for another four or five hundred miles before finding a remote, barren mountain.

The mountain was not tall, but its cliffs were steep. Halfway up was a natural crack in the rock, and beyond it lay a modest cavern. It was dry and sheltered from the wind, making it perfect for secluded cultivation.

After squeezing inside, he used rocks to block most of the crack, leaving only a narrow gap for ventilation. Then he patted the dirt from his hands and sat down cross-legged.

He took the carefully wrapped Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew from his storage ring and removed the oiled paper and thick cloth. In the dim cave, the semi-translucent blades of grass gave off a gentle glow. Dewdrops on the leaves swayed softly, refracting a rainbow halo.

"This is the one."

Huang Yun did not hesitate any longer. He put the entire immortal herb into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

The instant it entered his mouth, an incomparably cool liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach. It then transformed into a surge of pure energy that rushed straight toward his brow.

Unlike the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, that energy did not wash through his limbs and bones. Instead, it all gathered in his head, like a clear spring pouring into the depths of his mind.

His spiritual power began soaring at a visible rate. His spiritual perception, which had originally only covered a radius of a hundred zhang, expanded to more than a li within a few dozen breaths and continued stretching outward.

At the same time, a scorching sensation spread through his eyes.

At first, it was agonizing.

It felt as though something were awakening deep within his eyeballs, or as though his pupils were undergoing some unknown transformation.

He closed his eyes and sensed light flowing beneath his eyelids, flickering between brightness and darkness with a strange rhythm.

His eyes felt numb, as though electricity were coursing through them.

"So itchy!"

"So numb!"

"It's coming!"

"I can feel it. It's really coming!"

Huang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

Purple lightning emerged within his pupils.

They formed lotus-shaped falcon eyes marked with lightning patterns.

They were exceptionally beautiful, as if they possessed a magical allure.

Then, a piece of inherited information appeared in his mind.

Lightning Falcon Eyes.

His Martial Soul's innate eye technique had truly awakened!