The greatest pride of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo in his life was cultivating the Emerald Phosphor Serpent Emperor Martial Soul to the level of Titled Douluo. But ironically, his deepest pain also stemmed from that same Martial Soul.
He had already suffered the agony of burying his child—he could not bear to watch his beloved granddaughter suffer the same fate. So he had spent years desperately searching for ways to suppress the side effects brought on by their Martial Soul.
As for how Chen Feng knew all this so clearly, it wasn't due to divine foresight—it was all meticulously recorded in the historical texts of later generations.
After all, anyone who reached the rank of Titled Douluo was a once-in-a-million talent. How could they not be remembered by history?
The more famous the Douluo, the more detailed the accounts.
This was Chen Feng's greatest advantage in this life—knowledge. When you know yourself and your enemy, victory is inevitable.
Before Chen Feng, all so-called trump cards were transparent.
Even "hidden weapons"? Please—they were a joke!
But, back to the point...
At this moment, the entire office was completely subdued by Chen Feng.
For Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, it went without saying—Chen Feng had already surprised them time and time again. At this point, even his encyclopedic knowledge was no longer particularly shocking to them.
But the three Elder Deans of the academy now looked at Chen Feng with new respect. They exchanged glances and subtly nodded, convinced that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't appoint just anyone to the position of honorary elder.
As for Dugu Yan, she had been completely shaken.
Tears streamed from her jade-green eyes as she clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle her sobs, her body trembling.
She didn't hate her grandfather—she hated the Emerald Phosphor Serpent Emperor.
Why?
Why did such a powerful beast-type Martial Soul have to come with such a fatal flaw?
Her grandfather… her father… and now her…
Would their entire family be destroyed by the very power they were born with?
Was it a case of: born great, doomed by greatness?
How utterly ridiculous.
At that moment, she felt like a lonely, wind-blown leaf drifting through the air. Even if the breeze helped her float for a while, eventually… she would fall to the ground and rot into the soil.
Just then, a pair of large, warm hands gently rested on her shoulders.
"Yan Yan, don't be afraid. You still have me. When I get back, I'll ask the clan to find you the best medicine—whatever it takes!"
Yu Tianheng had walked back into the room at some point. The pride of the younger generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan now had reddened eyes and a rare gentleness in his voice.
He gently pulled Dugu Yan into his arms. She didn't resist—she leaned into him and quietly wept.
With red-rimmed eyes, Yu Tianheng looked at Chen Feng, his tone filled with determination:
"My uncle always told me—there's no such thing as a free meal in this world. No one helps others out of pure kindness. So just tell me what you want. If you can cure Yan Yan, I don't care what it costs—I'll give everything I have, even if I have to sell everything!"
Chen Feng smiled playfully.
"Smart man. I like dealing with smart people. But let me ask you—are you serious?"
Yu Tianheng straightened up.
"A real man's word is his bond. I, Yu Tianheng, always keep my promises! Name your price!"
Chen Feng pondered for a moment, then said:
"Very well. My price is… a piece of your grandfather's soul bone."
"What did you say?" Yu Tianheng froze.
"I want one of Yu Yuanzhen's soul bones."
"…Goodbye."
Yu Tianheng immediately turned around with Dugu Yan in his arms and walked out without hesitation.
No hesitation. No delay.
"Come back! Hahaha, I'm joking! Do you think I'd ask you to betray your grandfather?" Chen Feng laughed and called out.
Yu Tianheng turned back, his face dark.
"Can you not be so childish?"
Chen Feng shrugged.
"Alright, alright. Then let's trade for one of Bibi Dong's soul bones instead."
"…Goodbye."
Yu Tianheng turned again.
Ning Fengzhi: …
Sword Douluo: …
The Three Elders: …
The group of powerful seniors exchanged speechless glances, all breaking into laughter. This Chen Feng kid had guts when it came to jokes!
"Alright, enough teasing. My real condition is quite simple," Chen Feng finally said seriously.
"I heard that Poison Douluo has a medicinal field. I just want to visit and gather a few herbs—nothing more."
Yu Tianheng hesitated. That medicinal field belonged to Poison Douluo. How could he make that kind of decision?
Dugu Yan, however, raised her head, her eyes still red.
"My grandfather only studies medicinal herbs to suppress the poison of our Martial Soul. Most of the plants there are detoxifying in nature… Are you saying you were poisoned too?"
She glanced at Chen Feng. His complexion was radiant, his presence calm—he didn't look sick at all.
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head.
"Of course not. I have my reasons for wanting the herbs. You only need to decide whether or not to agree."
"I agree," Dugu Yan replied—much to everyone's surprise.
Yu Tianheng looked uneasy.
"Yan Yan… just be careful. Don't be fooled—"
"What could I possibly trick you into doing? Brew a bunch of bitter medicine for you to drink?" Chen Feng rolled his eyes. Seriously, this guy's all muscles and no brain…
Compared to him, Dugu Yan was much calmer.
"With Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo present, I trust that Chen Feng wouldn't dare lie. Besides, this matter still has to be discussed with my grandfather—he's no fool."
Yu Tianheng finally nodded.
Chen Feng rose to his feet.
"No time to waste. We came to Heaven Dou City today for this exact purpose. Since you've agreed, let's go speak with Senior Poison Douluo as soon as possible."
Dugu Yan shook her head.
"My grandfather isn't in Heaven Dou City. He spends at least half his time in his medicinal garden. But no one besides him knows its location."
Chen Feng thought to himself, Well, that's awkward… for you maybe. But I know exactly where it is.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—the treasure of Sunset Forest, the very place where Tang San's transformation began. It had been described so thoroughly in historical records that Chen Feng could find it with his eyes closed.
With Chen Feng's assurance, Dugu Yan prepared to depart with the three of them.
Yu Tianheng grabbed her hand, worry written all over his face. The normally fierce young man looked heartbreakingly pitiful now.
"I'll be fine, Tianheng. With Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo with me, nothing will happen," Dugu Yan reassured him with a smile.
"If Chen Feng really can remove the toxicity of my Martial Soul, then… I want to be with you forever."
Yu Tianheng nodded, then glared at Chen Feng fiercely.
"Listen up, kid! Don't try anything funny, or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will wipe out your entire family!"
Chen Feng spread his hands, completely unfazed.
"That won't be hard. There's just me and my grandfather."
"Who's your grandfather?"
"Me." Sword Douluo answered.
"…Uh, well, the weather's looking great today, isn't it?" Yu Tianheng quickly changed the subject, whistling awkwardly.
Outside, thunder rumbled and dark clouds gathered ominously...