Just like the Sword Douluo, whose eyes held nothing but the sword.
His strongest technique wasn't a Soul Skill, but a sword technique he had comprehended himself. No matter how the enemy attacked, he had only one sword strike.
The Sword Douluo had walked the path of the sword to its absolute extreme.
In Dugu Feng's eyes, all Soul Skills existed to help him gain deeper comprehension of poison.
From the moment of his Spirit Awakening at age six, Dugu Feng had been executing Soul Skills countless times every day.
All to comprehend the true essence behind his Martial Soul.
Until one day, no matter who the enemy might be.
None could approach him, for his surroundings would be a world of colorless, odorless lethal poison.
If he were to attack, it would be with the most extreme poison, the most tyrannical toxin in the universe—a single drop capable of annihilating an entire city, erasing mountains and rivers.
Dugu Feng continuously reflected on his realizations, using them to chart his future cultivation path.
Two days later, as Dugu Feng was immersed in contemplation, a figure descended through the mist.
Old Snake had arrived unexpectedly.
"Young Master, you've succeeded!" Old Snake was visibly excited.
The moment he entered the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he had seen Dugu Feng's dazzling ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring during cultivation.
Combined with his first three Spirit Rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—the configuration was enough to blind one's eyes with its brilliance.
The sheer majesty was overwhelming.
"I have succeeded. What brings you here, Old Snake?" Dugu Feng withdrew his Martial Soul Avatar state.
Rubbing his hands together, Old Snake said, "The council meeting of the Six Great Families is about to begin. It's time to depart!"
Dugu Feng suddenly remembered.
The resolution held every six years by the Six Great Families behind the Great Soul Arena was about to commence again.
Six years ago in the Soul Duel Arena, he had killed Hei Tian and defeated Zhu Zhuqing.
He had also made Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing swallow Core Pearls.
Come to think of it, it was time to retrieve one of the Core Pearls from Zhu Zhuyun's body.
"Then let's go!"
Dugu Feng and Old Snake mounted the Emerald Dragon Snake and soared into the sky.
"Six years ago I was a Soul Master, now I'm already a Soul Ancestor.
And six years ago you were already a Soul Saint, Old Snake—yet you're still a Soul Saint now!" Dugu Feng remarked with a faint smile.
Old Snake immediately broke into a grin. "Young Master, I wouldn't even be surprised if you surpass my Soul Power Level someday soon!
As for my own level, I'm on the verge of a breakthrough too!"
Dugu Feng nodded thoughtfully. Not just Old Snake—Old Nine was probably close to breaking through as well.
Both had been at the Soul Saint realm for many years.
Their cultivation progress had been slow before, as most of their strength went toward enduring poison flare-ups.
Now, with Dugu Feng periodically detoxifying them, the backlash from the poison had greatly diminished.
This time, with the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well suppressing toxins, plus all the medicinal herbs his father had collected, their power would undoubtedly receive another boost.
Breaking through to Soul Douluo would come naturally.
Along the way, Dugu Feng inquired about the latest news from various factions.
Yet he strangely discovered that all forces had grown unusually quiet.
The Spirit Hall had become particularly silent.
"Six years ago was when Bibi Dong consolidated her position as Pope.
At that time she began external expansion—recruiting small and mid-sized sects from both empires, courting various Soul Master families, infiltrating principalities. Now she must be digesting these gains," Old Snake deduced.
Dugu Feng nodded in agreement.
The Spirit Hall remained silent, the Clear Sky Sect sealed its mountain gates, and other forces were equally quiet.
The continent thus settled into tranquility.
Dugu Feng knew all too well that this peace was only temporary.
Once Bibi Dong had amassed enough strength, she would strike decisively.
There was still about a year left until the Soul Master Competition.
Five years after the Soul Master Competition, Bibi Dong would launch the Soul Hunting Operation.
That meant there were six years left.
How should the Dugu Family position itself by then?
If the family's strength continued to grow, it might also become a target of Bibi Dong's hunt.
That madwoman Bibi Dong was not an easy opponent!
No matter what, increasing their strength was paramount. The Poison Cultivation Lineage had always faced adversity head-on and would never retreat.
Dugu Feng didn't dwell on it further.
On the second day after his return to the family, the convoy set off, its destination still Suotuo City.
He didn't see Little Snake—turns out Little Snake had already enrolled in Canghui Academy.
Little Snake's strength had originally been at level 36, but after consuming the Ninth Grade Purple Ganoderma, he had advanced several levels, breaking through to Soul Ancestor with a Soul Power of level 42.
With such strength, he was more than qualified to be a team leader-level genius.
The Canghui Team's trump card was their Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, and Little Snake was now the main force in the preliminary rounds.
This Soul Master Competition would shock the world with Canghui Academy's team.
Among the convoy, Dugu Feng met Ge Long, Ge Ying, and Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family once again.
They, too, were participating in this resolution.
After exchanging pleasantries, they set off.
This journey was smooth, with no unexpected incidents.
In less than half a month, the convoy arrived at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City, ready to begin the resolution.
And just then—
Inside a private room in the Great Soul Arena, Yu Xiaogang had just entered.
Only one person sat inside, upright in the main seat.
"Father..."
Yu Xiaogang called out softly.
The person in the room was none other than his father—Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.
No one in the entire convoy knew of Yu Yuanzhen's arrival.
He had come to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City ahead of time.
"Xiao Gang, the Shrek Academy Team you lead has performed exceptionally well in the Great Soul Arena of Suotuo City.
The control-type Soul Master, the Thousand-Hands Asura, is your disciple—his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he bears the surname Tang!
Now, can you tell me what makes him special?"
A gentle light flickered in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.
"Father, don't ask. I won't allow anyone to harm him!" Yu Xiaogang's gaze turned icy.
Yu Yuanzhen smiled faintly. "Still as stubborn as ever, Xiao Gang. Even if you don't tell me, can't I guess?
Is he the son of Haotian Douluo?"
Yu Xiaogang's head snapped up. "Father, have you been following us? Was it you who attacked Xiao San in the Star Dou Great Forest?"
Yu Yuanzhen was stunned.
He had never tracked the Shrek Academy Team.
He had only received reports from the Great Soul Arena's management.
Although Tang San had never used his Clear Sky Hammer Spirit, his Blue Silver Grass Spirit was far from ordinary—its resilience and regenerative abilities surpassed that of typical Blue Silver Grass.
If it originated from the Blue Silver Emperor, that would explain it.
Now, with this test, his son's extreme reaction confirmed it.
Tang San was indeed the son of that Spirit Beast and Tang Hao.
"Xiao Gang, is this how you see me? That I would harm your disciple?"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang finally realized—his obsession over the loss of the External Soul Bone had clouded his judgment.
He saw everyone as that Evil Soul Master.
"Sorry, Father!" Yu Xiaogang apologized straightforwardly.
"Xiao Gang, you care so much about him. I don't believe his Martial Soul is just the Blue Silver Grass Soul Spirit. With your discerning eye, how could you take a disciple whose Martial Soul is merely Blue Silver Grass?
Moreover, the son of Haotian Douluo only has Blue Silver Grass as his Martial Soul?
Could this be another case of Twin Soul Spirits?"
Yu Yuanzhen suddenly thought of something.
(End of Chapter)