Old Poison, Could Someone Really Be Poisoned to Death by Their Own Martial Soul?

Heaven Dou City was the imperial capital.

The area was divided into several major districts, with all kinds of buildings everywhere.

As the main city, it was not only commercially prosperous, but also home to many powerful figures and numerous academies.

Lin Feng and his group settled down in a secluded courtyard in Heaven Dou.

While speaking with Chrysanthemum Douluo, Lin Feng steered the conversation toward Dugu Bo.

"Senior, from what you've told me, it seems Dugu Bo has some physical problems.

How could someone cultivate until their own body became poisonous and even their hair turned green?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo froze, then quietly thought back.

That was true. Over the years, the two had clashed repeatedly, and he had occasionally pinned him to the ground and given him a beating.

Old Poison's venom had indeed grown stranger and stranger, while his appearance had aged rapidly and his combat ability had declined.

It was as though something was suppressing him.

Could it be that he had been poisoned by his own venom?

The moment that thought arose, Chrysanthemum Douluo amused himself into laughter.

How could anyone be tormented so badly by their own Martial Soul? A Soul Douluo on the verge of advancing to Titled Douluo was actually about to be killed by his own Martial Soul?

If word got out, Spirit Masters everywhere would laugh their teeth out.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes lit up. If that was really the case, he had to hurry over and mock him.

Seeing the broad smile on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face, Lin Feng spoke at the right moment:

"Senior, I happen to know a few healing methods related to Martial Souls. Why not take me to see him?

If we can recruit a Soul Douluo on the verge of becoming Titled Douluo into Spirit Hall, it would be immensely beneficial."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was tempted by his words and looked Lin Feng up and down.

"You brat know about this too?"

Lin Feng snorted.

"If we're speaking purely of Martial Soul Theory, there's probably no one in the Spirit Master World who can rival me."

Hearing those familiar words, Chrysanthemum Douluo's face reddened, and he coughed lightly.

"You brat..."

Thinking of how this boy had created his own Cultivation Method at nine years old and broken through the shackles of his Soul Power, he slowly nodded.

"Fine. I'll first go to his courtyard and see whether he's there."

At this point, Dugu Bo had not yet become a Guest Elder of the royal family.

With Chrysanthemum Douluo deliberately concealing their movements, they quickly found Dugu Bo's location without being discovered.

"Let's go. He's in the courtyard, playing with his granddaughter."

After informing Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan, the two immediately headed for Dugu Bo's residence.

Dugu Bo was chasing Dugu Yan around the courtyard.

"Grandpa, come catch me! Hehe!"

Three- or four-year-old Dugu Yan was plump and adorable, her little face rosy as she waved a piece of candy behind her.

"Alright, alright. Yan Yan, wait for Grandpa. These old bones of mine can't catch you, hahaha."

The smile on Dugu Bo's greenish face was impossible to hide. As he joked, he followed behind Dugu Yan at an unhurried pace.

"Hahaha, Grandpa, you can't catch me! You're not even as fast as a goose, hehe!"

Dugu Bo looked awkward. Wasn't he only acting like this to play along with the little girl?

Watching Dugu Yan run freely through the courtyard, Dugu Bo stroked his beard with relief.

Yet an imperceptible worry lay hidden between his brows.

His son's Jade Phosphor Serpent venom had worsened over the years. Like him, he had tried using poison against poison, but it seemed he could not hold on.

If his son passed before him, how could he explain it to Yan Yan and her mother?

"Ah..."

Dugu Bo let out a long sigh.

His life had been so difficult.

From the age of seven, he had endured the Jade Phosphor Serpent venom corroding him, a torment ordinary people could never bear. At thirty-five, he had cultivated to Rank 59, yet his partner had died in childbirth because she could not endure Xin'er's constitution.

Now, after painstakingly reaching Rank 89, he could see Xin'er about to follow in his footsteps. How could a single word like sorrow describe it?

"Old Poison, have you been well? Why the sighing?"

"Who is it?"

Dugu Bo's expression sharpened as he instantly pulled Dugu Yan into his arms.

Beneath the big tree in the courtyard, two figures, one large and one small, emerged.

There was a teasing look on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face. Combined with his earlier speculation and the sight of Dugu Bo sighing just now, he became even more certain that something was wrong with Dugu Bo's Martial Soul.

"It's you?

Hmph, what are you here for this time? I've told you many times already, I won't join Spirit Hall."

Once Dugu Bo saw who it was, he relaxed slightly, but his expression toward Chrysanthemum Douluo remained unfriendly.

If not for the fact that this shameless fake man knew medicinal herbs, why would he have ever gotten involved with him?

Just because he had called him womanish, he had kept finding excuses to beat him up ever since.

"Grandpa, who is this big sister?"

Dugu Yan widened her round eyes and asked in confusion.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face darkened.

"Hahaha, Broken Chrysanthemum, did you hear that? Children don't lie. You should just admit you're a woman."

Dugu Bo laughed without restraint.

Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a soft laugh, sliding his slender finger across his lips.

"Looks like the injury on your backside has healed. Want me to add a few more?"

Dugu Bo's mouth twitched. The place this bastard attacked was just as disgraceful as his Martial Soul.

"Esteemed seniors, please put aside your past grievances for now.

Elder Dugu Bo, this junior, Lin Feng, has come with Chrysanthemum Douluo to discuss an important matter.

Please spare us some time. This concerns your Martial Soul."

"Hmm?"

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes slightly. Where had this brat, whose hair had barely grown in, come from? Had he seen through his predicament? How could that be possible?

"Enough, enough. We didn't come to cause trouble this time. Hurry inside so we can talk."

Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand impatiently and walked into the house on his own.

He sat in the seat of honor as though he owned the place and gestured for tea.

Dugu Bo's brow twitched wildly at the sight. If he could beat him, he truly would have taught him a lesson.

"Yan Yan, go into the Wishful Treasure Pouch for a little while, alright?"

"No, no! It's too dark in there. It's not fun at all."

"Be good, Yan Yan. I'll buy you ten Lollipops later!"

"Twenty!"

"No problem!"

Only after Dugu Yan vanished did Lin Feng and the other two begin talking in the main hall.

Dugu Bo casually poured out two cups of tea and snorted.

"Speak."

Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a glance with Lin Feng, unable to conceal the amusement in his eyes any longer, and mocked him right to his face.

"Old Poison, do you think someone could be poisoned to death by their own Martial Soul?"

The teacup Dugu Bo had just raised to his lips suddenly stopped, but he swiftly drank the tea anyway.

Without changing expression, he said:

"I don't know what you're talking about. If there's nothing else, please leave."

Lin Feng smiled faintly.

"Senior, do you feel numb, itchy pain in your ribs whenever rainy weather arrives, with the pain gradually worsening?

Does it flare up once at noon and once at midnight? Whenever it does, do the soles of your feet and the top of your head feel as though they are being pricked by needles?

Your whole body convulses, and the agony makes you wish you were dead. That feeling should be familiar, shouldn't it?"

With every sentence Lin Feng spoke, Dugu Bo's expression darkened further. Now he was certain that Spirit Hall knew about his condition. What was he supposed to do from now on?

"Senior, I can cure your poison!

And surely you don't want your son and granddaughter to follow in your footsteps either?"

Hearing those words, Dugu Bo felt as though they held some kind of magic, gripping his heart directly.

After struggling for a moment, he sighed.

"Speak. What price must I pay?"

Before the lives of his family, all other concerns had to be set aside.

Lin Feng shook his head.

"Serve Spirit Hall for three years. What do you think of that price?"

"Really?" Dugu Bo's eyes lit up.

Lin Feng secretly laughed. Heh, once you're aboard the ship, who cares whether it's three years or not? Even undercover agents next door end up becoming the boss.

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