Bone Douluo Backing Him Up, Exposing the Old Poisoner!

Gu Feng turned around and patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder.

"Rongrong, go take a walk by the lake with Dugu Yan. Senior Dugu and I have something to discuss."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, looking a little reluctant.

She looped both hands around Gu Feng's arm and gave it a shake, her lips pouting slightly.

"What is there to talk about so early in the morning?"

Gu Feng lowered his head to whisper in her ear, keeping his voice low.

"Be good. I'll take you to the back street later tonight."

Only after hearing that they would be going on a shopping date that evening did Ning Rongrong let go of him, giving a soft huff.

"Fine, fine. You said it."

Then Ning Rongrong took Dugu Yan's hand.

"Dugu Yan, let's go over there and let the two grown men have their little chat."

Dugu Yan was full of confusion. She looked back at her grandfather, then at the calm-faced Gu Feng.

She truly could not understand what Gu Feng, who had never met her grandfather before, could possibly have to say to him in private.

But when she saw her grandfather wave his hand lightly, she could only obediently follow Ning Rongrong toward a pavilion in the distance.

Walking along the bluestone path, Ning Rongrong muttered softly.

"Brother Feng and Senior Poison Douluo are clearly meeting for the first time. I really don't get what they have to talk about."

Dugu Yan nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. My grandfather is usually so withdrawn. Aside from me, he barely pays any attention to even the three education committee members at the academy. Why would he suddenly come looking for a student today?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head and sized Dugu Yan up, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"It must be because of you. Someone fell so badly on the spirit battle stage yesterday that her grandfather's heart ached for her."

Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed as she raised her hand to tickle Ning Rongrong.

"You hateful Rongrong! Stop making fun of me over yesterday's embarrassment!"

The two girls chased and tussled beneath the shade of the trees, their voices gradually fading into the distance.

Dugu Bo, who remained on the tree-lined path, slowly turned cold.

His somewhat cloudy green eyes locked firmly onto Gu Feng.

Dugu Bo had just been about to question where this junior had learned the secret of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul's backlash.

A soft hum rang out.

The space behind Gu Feng suddenly split open with a black crack.

Strange ripples spread through the air out of nowhere.

A tall old man in a loose gray robe abruptly stepped out from the rift.

It was Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Rong studied him from within his deeply sunken eye sockets.

"Dugu Bo, at your age, why aren't you staying at home? What are you doing at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, looking for our Little Feng?"

Seeing the newcomer, Gu Feng remained calm and turned to cup his hands in greeting.

"Greetings, Grandpa Bone."

Gu Rong revealed a faint smile and raised a hand to pat Gu Feng's shoulder.

"You brat really are capable. Rongrong has never suffered hardship in all her life, yet after following you, even her temper has become much more restrained, and she's working harder at cultivation too."

Gu Feng replied with a smile.

"Rongrong was already gifted and she is actually diligent. She just lacked a sense of urgency back in the sect."

Gu Rong nodded in satisfaction.

The more he looked at Gu Feng, the more pleasing he found him.

Not only was his comprehension astonishingly high and his physique formidable, but he even shared the surname Gu.

If Gu Feng's Martial Soul had not been wind-elemental, with attributes far too different from his own Martial Soul, he would have long since been unable to resist taking the boy as his disciple.

Dugu Bo, standing across from them, had a face that alternated between green and white.

He had never expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to value Gu Feng to such an extent.

Ning Fengzhi had returned to the sect, yet he had left a dignified level ninety-five defense-type Titled Douluo here as Gu Feng's personal bodyguard?

Dugu Bo suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Gu Rong, I only came to thank this boy over what happened to Yan Yan in the spirit battle arena yesterday. I'm not here to make things difficult for him. What do you mean by this?"

Gu Rong looked him over twice. Only after confirming that Dugu Bo carried no killing intent did he let out two strange chuckles.

"As long as you're not here to cause trouble. If you want to bully the young with your age, the bones in this old man's hand won't agree."

"Enough. Since you're here to offer thanks, take your time talking."

After saying that, ripples like water spread through the space around Gu Rong once more.

He took a step backward and vanished directly into the void without a trace.

Gu Feng stood where he was, looking at the empty patch of ground where Gu Rong had disappeared, feeling a little envious.

Space teleportation really was incredible.

Although the wind element within him could push his speed to its limit, compared to a space attribute that could directly tear through the void, it still fell far short.

It seemed he still had a long way to go in developing movement techniques and speed.

Putting away his thoughts, Gu Feng looked toward Dugu Bo again.

With Gu Rong gone, the pressure around Dugu Bo lessened considerably, but his attitude toward Gu Feng had clearly become much more polite.

"Gu Feng, how exactly did you see yesterday on the spirit battle stage that the toxins inside Yan Yan had gone out of control?"

Dugu Bo got straight to the point.

"The Jade Phosphorous Serpent's poison is extremely well concealed. Unless one is deeply versed in poison, it should be impossible to detect."

Gu Feng had been prepared. He calmly raised his hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of faint airflow spun at high speed, forming an extremely tiny vortex.

"My Martial Soul is purely wind-elemental. Since awakening it, I've been extraordinarily sensitive to the flow of air, scents, and even subtle changes in my surroundings."

"Yesterday, when Dugu Yan activated her third soul skill on the spirit battle stage, the airflow around her was severely disrupted. The poisonous mist she released carried a faint bloody stench of congested blood from her internal organs."

"On top of that, her meridians were spasming at the time. I used the wind to sense the circulation of her Soul Power and discovered that those toxins were not only spreading outward, but were also madly backlashing against her own meridians."

After hearing that, Dugu Bo froze where he stood.

He could detect such subtle pathological changes just through his perception of airflow?

Wasn't that talent a little too overbearing?

He sighed, his tone complicated.

"I never expected you to possess such sharp talent."

"Gu Feng, thank you for protecting Yan Yan on the stage yesterday. Not only did you avoid hurting her, you even used your Soul Power to ease her breathing and suppress the poison."

"I came today not only to thank you, but also to... to..."

At that point, Dugu Bo faltered.

He was the dignified Poison Douluo, who had roamed the continent for decades and had always prided himself on having poison arts unmatched beneath the heavens.

Yet now, he had to admit before a teenager that he could not resolve the snake poison of his own inherited Martial Soul?

The words stuck in his throat, impossible to force out.

Seeing his flushed and embarrassed appearance, Gu Feng sneered inwardly and simply tore through the last veil for him.

"Senior Dugu, are you hesitating because you want to ask whether I have a way to completely resolve the snake poison in Dugu Yan's body?"

Dugu Bo gave a dry cough. His old face could not quite bear it, but he forced himself to retort with dignity.

"Of course not! This old man is the Poison Douluo, renowned throughout the world. There isn't a poison under heaven that this old man cannot cure!"

"I merely think you're a meticulous lad and wanted to ask you to look after Yan Yan more in the team from now on."

Hearing this stubborn attempt to save face, Gu Feng curled his lips. He had no obligation to indulge him.

"Senior Dugu, let's speak plainly."

"If you truly could cure this poison, how did Dugu Yan's parents die back then?"

The moment those words fell, Dugu Bo went rigid.

Gu Feng did not stop. Instead, he continued.

"If this junior's guess is correct, not only can Senior Dugu not cure Dugu Yan's poison, even your own body is riddled with deadly toxins, isn't it?"

"Whenever the weather turns cloudy or rainy, do both sides beneath your ribs feel as if ten thousand insects are gnawing at them, causing unbearable pain?"

"At midnight and noon each day, do your extraordinary meridians and eight vessels feel as though they are being scorched by blazing fire, while the cracks in your bones are as cold as if they were soaked in ice water?"

"Your hair has turned green, your fingernails purple, and even your eyes bear jade-green spots. Those are not characteristics of your Martial Soul at all. They are clearly signs that poison has seeped into your bones and that your life is nearing its end!"

With every sentence Gu Feng spoke, Dugu Bo's body trembled violently once.

Every word had hit the mark.

Every symptom, every time of onset, even the sensation of pain during an attack, was exactly right!

How could this brat know so much?

This was the greatest secret he had hidden for decades!

Dugu Bo stood there with his mouth open, unable to make a sound. He was completely dumbfounded.

Seeing that the time was right, Gu Feng tucked both hands into his sleeves and made as if to turn away.

"Since Senior Dugu claims that there is no poison in the world he cannot cure and has no need for others to worry, it seems this junior has been meddling needlessly."

"Rongrong is still waiting for me to have breakfast. Farewell."

With that, Gu Feng strode away, heading toward the lakeside without looking back.

His steps were swift and showed not the slightest hesitation.

Watching Gu Feng's resolute back, the tightly drawn string in Dugu Bo's mind finally snapped.

It did not matter if he died, but Yan Yan was only nineteen!

If Yan Yan were to follow Xin'er's path, how could he face Xin'er in the afterlife?

"Little Friend Gu Feng, please wait!"

Dugu Bo completely disregarded the dignity of a Titled Douluo. His body flashed as he hurriedly stepped in front of Gu Feng.