Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 38 Reborn
The next day.

Eyes of ice and fire.

"Ah~ah~ah!"

Dugu Bo stood on a neat and clean piece of land, screaming like a madman:

"Who did it? Who did it!"

Suddenly, Dugu Bo noticed a few petals of the Strange Chrysanthemum on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and subconsciously waved his hand and used his soul power to absorb them into his palm.

"What is this? Chrysanthemum?"

"It looks so familiar, where have I seen it before..."

"Wait, the purple chrysanthemum is emitting a faint golden light. Isn't this the martial spirit of Juhuaguan?"

After recognizing the source of the object in his hand, Dugu Bo's expression instantly became gloomy.

There’s no doubt about it, Juhuaguan is a famous flower lover.

There are so many rare medicinal herbs here, but he doesn't know many of them. But it's not necessarily the case for Juhuaguan, maybe he knows all of them.

In terms of motivation, the medicinal herbs here are definitely worth Juhuaguan doing this.

In terms of strength, the poison array he set up outside the valley really couldn't stop that sissy.

The motivation and strength are both met, not to mention that the petals unique to the Juhuaguan martial spirit are left here.

Dugu Bo looked at the hot spring in the center of the valley with distress, its efficacy greatly reduced. His hatred for Juhua Pass reached its peak.

But when he thought about the difference in strength between the two of them, Dugu Bo had to suppress the idea of ​​going for revenge.

"Fortunately, although the effect of the hot spring has been greatly reduced, it still emits two extreme auras of extreme cold and extreme heat. It is not a problem to suppress the poison in my body."

After discovering this situation, Dugu Bo had even less reason to fight to the death at Juhua Pass.

After all, his granddaughter Dugu Yan still needs his care and cannot die.

……

Deep inside the Lin family's Duke's manor.

In the cabin.

Ma Hongjun looked at the soft and tender herbs in his hand and was very curious:
"My Lord Duke said that this thing can completely solve the problem of my martial soul, the Phoenix Flame, being impure."

"But, is this soft grass really so magical?"

It was a medicinal herb made up of red leaves, the top of which looked like a cockscomb.

What’s strange is that the veins of the grass leaves are actually reddish gold.

Just by holding it in the hand, the temperature of the entire cabin rose several levels.

"That's enough, Hongjun." Xu Pan patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and said:

"My Lord said that this thing cannot be chewed. It needs to be swallowed directly and then refined."

"Although the refining process is somewhat painful, once it succeeds, you won't have to worry about becoming fat anymore."

"Uncle Xu is right." Ma Hongjun replied with a smile. He was very happy when he thought that after absorbing this herb, he would no longer have to worry about the evil fire turning him into an ugly fat man.

Then, Ma Hongjun glanced at the purple nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum in Xu Pan's hand and said:

"Uncle Xu, please absorb this ninth-grade purple ganoderma first. I will protect you."

"You kid." Xu Pan scolded with a smile:

"You call me uncle, how can a junior protect an elder?"

"You absorb this Phoenix Celosia first, and I will protect you."

Ma Hongjun smiled and nodded, and replied: "Oh, I see."

At this time, somewhere in the deep mountains and old forests where few people go.

Lin Rong was holding a herb that was completely green with three snow-white leaves.

In the center of each of the three leaves, there were a few drops of water, like dew left in the early morning.

"I have been waiting for you for so long. Whether I can practice the Washing Marrow Sutra to the level of Yuantong Guanzizai in one go depends on you. Please don't let me down!"

As he spoke, Lin Rong held the "Wangchuanqiushuilu" in front of himself and tilted it slightly, allowing the water droplets on the three leaves to fall into his mouth.

When those few drops of water completely fell off the grass leaves, the entire plant withered completely in an instant, turned into dust and dissipated in his hands.

After doing all this, Lin Rong sat cross-legged on the spot, practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra to refine the medicinal power of the Longing Autumn Water Dew. Not far away, the old housekeeper stood there, silently protecting the young master.

Time passes slowly.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and before you know it, it's evening.

In the Duke's Mansion, in the wooden house.

All the clothes on Ma Hongjun's body had turned to ashes long ago.

The extremely powerful medicinal power of Phoenix Celosia caused a large amount of black juice to seep out of Ma Hongjun's body during the absorption process.

The black juice solidified and accumulated on the surface of Ma Hongjun's skin, making him look like an old man who had lived in the arid desert for decades.

His whole body was so dark that there was not a single speck of white.

Xu Pan looked at everything in front of him and found it hard to believe that so many impurities could be purified from Ma Hongjun's thin body.

Recalling what His Excellency the Duke once said.

Phoenix cockscomb and nine-grade purple ganoderma, both of these herbs have the effect of transforming one's body.

At first, Xu Pan was skeptical.

But when he saw with his own eyes the effect produced by Ma Hongjun absorbing the Phoenix Celosia, he no longer had any doubts.

The gaze he cast towards the ninth-grade purple ganoderma in his hand became increasingly fiery.

"I thought that Soul Emperor would be the end of my life."

“But with the ninth-grade purple ganoderma bestowed by the Duke, after a complete transformation, I will undoubtedly become a Soul Emperor, and I have a chance to become a Soul Saint. I can even hope for a Soul Douluo.”

Just as Xu Pan was imagining the scene of himself becoming a Soul Douluo, a loud phoenix cry suddenly resounded throughout the wooden house.

A raging golden-red flame was released from Ma Hongjun's body.

The flames shot up into the sky and instantly reached the roof of the wooden house, threatening to burn it to ashes.

Fortunately, this wooden house was built by Lin Rong's special order, and the wood used was taken from thousand-year-old sycamore wood, which effectively prevented the flames from bursting out of the sky.

Ma Hongjun's body stretched out in the flames. Due to his long-term training in the crater, his skin had turned into a healthy wheat color.

But now, the wheat-colored skin has become fair and tender again, and the long golden-red hair is fluttering behind her head.

There was fire all over his body, and a phoenix pattern was faintly visible behind him, making him look like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

A pure phoenix aura emanated from Ma Hongjun, adding a touch of legendary color to him.

"Uncle Xu, why are you looking at me like that? Am I handsome again?"

In the flames, Ma Hongjun touched his cheek narcissistically.

"It feels so elastic and smooth. Has my skin gotten so good?"

"That's enough!" Upon hearing this, Xu Pan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and said helplessly:
"Stop touching your peeled egg face and put on your clothes."

"You are so young, what are you trying to show off?"

"Ah?" Ma Hongjun, who was in the flames, realized that his clothes had disappeared without him noticing.

After realizing what was happening, Ma Hongjun immediately covered his body shyly, then lowered his head and looked around for something.

"Yes, here it is."

After finding the soul guide that had fallen on the ground, Ma Hongjun quickly took out a set of clothes and put them on.

"Okay, Uncle Xu." Ma Hongjun, who was a little embarrassed, took over the topic and said:

"I finished absorbing the Phoenix Celosia, and it felt really great."

"Uncle Xu, you should also quickly absorb the ninth-grade purple fungus. It's my turn to protect you."

Xu Pan naturally understood that Ma Hongjun was trying to change the subject in order to ease his embarrassment.

But Xu Pan did not intend to expose it. Instead, he nodded, took out the ninth-grade purple ganoderma, put it into his mouth and chewed it, then sat down on the spot to refine the medicinal effects of the ganoderma.

at the same time.

Somewhere deep in the mountains and forests.

Lin Rong's cultivation has also reached a critical moment.

(End of this chapter)