Again? Help!

"A monster?" Tang San glanced at Dugu Bo. "You're the Old Monster. Unpredictable, neither good nor evil."

Wang Xingyu didn't reply, but took out a fan from his storage bag and unfolded it.

It hadn't been opened for two or three days, but the two characters "Tang Sect" on the fan were still so upright under the moonlight. He fanned it gently twice; it seemed that the "Little Monster" and the "Old Monster" had started from here.

In the original novel, Tang San and Dugu Bo addressed each other as "Little Monster" for half their lives. Now that he's here, he's practically a monster himself.

Dugu Bo ignored Tang San's complaints, his emerald green snake eyes fixed on the two of them, his tone suddenly becoming more serious. "Little Monster, do you really have a way?"

"Yes," Tang San said, "And there are two."

"Oh?"

Tang San stretched out his hand and pointed to the little figure made of Blue Silver Grass beside him. Under the moonlight, the Son of Blue Silver shone with a warm green light, and red and blue patterns were embedded in its green body like blood vessels, occasionally flashing slightly.

"The first one is this. The Son of Blue Silver, which is why we still need to maintain our Martial Soul Fusion state."

Dugu Bo looked the little figure up and down. "Will this work?"

"Old Monster, don't underestimate it." Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it was very confident. "It has absorbed all the medicinal power of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot that we took before. They're those two plants that grow by the spring."

Dugu Bo's pupils flickered slightly. Of course he knew about these two Immortal Herb —the two most extreme plants near the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, ordinary people would die if they touched them. "Those two herbs can be consumed?"

"It can be taken, but it must be taken simultaneously and through a special method, so that the three properties of methamphetamine, fire poison, and life-giving substance are balanced within its body."

Tang San continued, "The extreme cold of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the blazing heat of the Infernal Delicate Apricot cancel each other out, and are ultimately completely digested by the life force of the Blue Silver Grass. Therefore, it has a natural ability to suppress and absorb all poisons."

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject. "I've wanted to kill you two many times, yet you're still willing to heal me and Yanyan?"

Wang Xingyu snapped his fan shut and chuckled, "Senior Dugu Bo was just trying to scare us, and we both benefited too. It's a win-win situation, so why not do it?"

Dugu Bo looked at him, a meaningful smile slowly curving his lips. "Oh? Just to scare me?"

He reached out and extended his hand toward Wang Xingyu's neck.

The movements were slow, completely different from the previous two times. Before, it was a lightning-fast grappling move, with fingers like iron clamps; this time, it was like toying with a child.

But Wang Xingyu didn't notice.

The moment he saw that hand reach out, his mind went blank, and he felt a dull ache on both sides of his neck.

Again?!

The trauma of being choked twice surged back simultaneously, and my body reacted faster than my brain.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Xingyu took a step back, dropping his fan to the ground. "Old Monster, wait a minute!"

Dugu Bo's hand froze in mid-air, and he raised an eyebrow.

Wang Xingyu had already shouted towards the nearby woods, "Uncle Hao! Uncle Hao, are you there? Help!"

A deep voice came from a large old tree not far away.

"Yes, I'm here."

Dugu Bo's hand stopped. He suddenly looked up in the direction of the tree.

No one could be seen from within the tree canopy, but a powerful, mountain-like Soul Power was already pressing down on him— Titled Douluo, and one who was no weaker than him.

"Old Poison," the voice came from the tree, unhurried, "Train these two lads well."

Unbeknownst to anyone, Tang Hao's lips twitched slightly in the treetops not far away.

It wasn't mockery, but rather the kind of restrained yet subtly contained emotion. He turned his head away from the moonlight, lowering his voice to a level only he could hear, with a rare hint of lightness.

"Finally, we've seen this kid get his comeuppance."

Dugu Bo's expression changed. He recognized the voice and the Soul Power. The Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world.

He turned to look at Wang Xingyu, then at Tang San — Tang San looked at the tree, his lips moving slightly.

"Dad." The voice was very soft.

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, the man who single-handedly severely damaged the Spirit Hall, the man hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo of his time.

His son stood before him.

Dugu Bo's expression changed three times. First, it was surprise, then solemnity, and finally a kind of indescribable smile.

Wang Xingyu had regained his composure. He picked up the fan again, fanned himself twice, and spoke in a light tone.

"That's right, Old Monster. Clear Sky Douluo —is Little San's father."

Dugu Bo scratched his head.

A Titled Douluo scratching his head—this is a rather unusual sight.

"Hahaha!" He suddenly laughed, his expression changing faster than flipping through a book. "So, Clear Sky Douluo is your father! Hahaha, what a coincidence! But—"

He paused, then patted Wang Xingyu on the shoulder. "You Little Monster are absolutely right. I was just teasing you, hahaha."

Wang Xingyu looked at his bright smiling face and slowly rolled his eyes.

Old Monster.

Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Let's try your first method first."

He took two steps forward, stopped in front of the Son of Blue Silver, and stretched out his hand. His pale palm was open, facing the tiny figure, about the size of a five or six-year-old child.

Wang Xingyu and Tang San exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated their Soul Power.

The Son of Blue Silver glowed slightly, and the few strands of crimson and ice-blue patterns among the emerald green grass blades began to slowly flow.

Instead of reaching out, it extended dozens of thin, hair-like strands of Blue Silver Grass from its body, moving like living things and gently Entanglement around Dugu Bo's wrists, the backs of his hands, and every finger.

Dugu Bo closed his eyes, sensing the poison within his body.

After a while, Dugu Bo opened his eyes.

"Some of the poison was indeed absorbed." His tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but his brow furrowed slightly.

The next second, he released the Son of Blue Silver.

The vines retracted, and the red and blue patterns gradually faded, returning to their quiet, greenish appearance.

"No," Dugu Bo shook his head, his emerald green snake eyes turning to Tang San, "This Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison is bound to my Soul Power for life. If you, little thing, absorb the poison, you're digging up my very foundation..."

He paused, his tone tinged with helplessness and criticism.

What is the second method?