Dugu Bo froze for a moment. He had never expected this teenage boy to know so much about martial souls, and could not help asking in puzzlement, "How do you know so much at such a young age?"
"Aside from cultivating my martial soul, I spend the rest of my time studying this world's cultivation system. I'm not like certain grandmasters who spend decades researching martial souls and still fail to understand even the most basic questions about attaching soul rings." A disdainful smile tugged at Xiao Yan's lips. His words were clearly a veiled jab at Yu Xiaogang.
Xiao Yan had a point. With a cultivation system as simple as the Douluo Continent's, there was little beyond martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones. Someone of normal intelligence could probably unravel its mysteries after three to five years of study.
Yet some people simply could not figure it out. It was laughable just thinking about it.
"What you just said does make sense." Dugu Bo nodded. "The inherited poison of our Dugu Family has existed for hundreds of years, if not thousands. If the poison had begun accumulating and passing down from the moment the first generation awakened their martial souls, it would probably have become potent enough to kill an unborn child within a few generations."
Even if a fetus possessed some degree of immunity, it could never withstand a mother's body filled with deadly poison.
At the thought of his granddaughter, Dugu Bo ultimately chose to force down the anger in his heart.
Dugu Bo wanted to take a gamble. His granddaughter was only twenty, after all. Having already reached the rank of Titled Douluo, he should have no trouble living another few decades, but there was no telling how long his granddaughter could survive. He did