Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Simulating Godhood

The simulation is still ongoing.

Dugu Bo stood in mid-air, his dark green soul power surging around him like poisonous mist. His nine soul rings flashed alternately, and the pressure he released was enough to make any soul master below the Soul Saint level kneel on the spot. Yet you stood beside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, looking up at him, your expression calm and composed, without even a hint of taking a step back.

Dugu Bo frowned slightly. In all his years, he had seen countless people cower in fear before him, but this boy, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, remained completely unfazed by the full pressure of a Title Douluo. This composure was extraordinary. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over you, then his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw the faint, illusory shadow of spirit rings beneath your feet.

Purple, black, black, red.

[Four spirit rings: two black, one bluish-purple, and one red. In all his years, he had never seen such a bizarre spirit ring configuration, much less such a terrifying life force emanating from such a young child. Dugu Bo's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a hint of wariness and curiosity.]

"Kid, who exactly are you?" His voice was deep and hoarse, like a viper's hiss. "Stealing my medicine on my turf and daring to stand here so brazenly, you must have some connections, right?"

You patted imaginary dirt off your hands and spoke slowly, "This junior, Zhang Liang, is a free spirit master, without any sect or affiliation. As for the accusation of stealing medicine... Senior, you're mistaken. This Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was formed naturally by heaven and earth, and its spiritual herbs and medicines are naturally grown. When did it become Senior's private property?"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo sneered, "I've guarded this place for decades. Every single one of these spiritual herbs has grown under my watchful eye. If they're not mine, how could they be yours? Kid, you've got guts, but stealing from a Title Douluo and still daring to be so stubborn—you probably don't know what death means."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, and a cloud of dark green poisonous mist condensed in his palm. The sweet, metallic scent it emitted caused the surrounding vegetation to wither and turn yellow instantly. You could clearly sense that the mist contained an extremely potent corrosive power; even a trace of it would seep into the very marrow, leading to utter destruction.

However, the smile on your face didn't fade at all. Instead, you sighed softly, your tone tinged with pity: "Senior, it seems your poisonous soul power is becoming increasingly difficult to circulate, isn't it? Every full moon night, your meridians reverse, the poison backfires, causing excruciating pain... Am I right?"

Dugu Bo's raised hand froze in mid-air, his pupils contracting sharply to pinpoints. The cold smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by an undisguised shock and wariness. This was his greatest secret, known to only a handful of people across the entire continent. How had this young boy before him found out?

"You..." His voice grew even lower and colder, his killing intent surging: "Who told you?"

You shook your head calmly and said, "No one told me; I figured it out myself. Senior, in order to suppress the deadly poison in your body over the years, you have been using the extreme energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to forcibly neutralize the poisonous soul power. Although it has temporarily suppressed the poison, it is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Instead, it has allowed the two energies to take root and intertwine in your body. Now the poison has penetrated to the bone. If a cure is not found soon, you will die from the poison in five years at most, and even a god cannot save you."

Dugu Bo's pupils dilated violently, and his lips trembled slightly. He remained silent for a moment, the swirling poisonous mist around him slowly receding somewhat, but the killing intent in his eyes had not completely subsided: "What right do you, a mere child, have to say such things? Do you think you can intimidate me, Dugu Bo, with just a few words?"

You smiled slightly, calmly raising your right hand. With a flick of your wrist, a wisp of pure, almost tangible life energy surged from the Blue Silver Emperor, condensing into a golden-green halo that slowly swirled in your palm. This life energy was so dense it was almost tangible, radiating a warm and pure aura, a stark contrast to the cold, domineering poisonous soul power emanating from Dugu Bo.

"Senior, my martial soul is the Blue Silver Emperor, the purest plant-type life form in the world. Among my soul skills are abilities specifically for healing, purification, and regeneration, including the backlash of poisonous soul power in your body, which is not an incurable disease for me."

Dugu Bo stared intently at the golden-green light in your palm, his expression shifting rapidly. As a Title Douluo, his perception of energy far surpassed that of ordinary people. At this moment, he clearly sensed that the life energy was extremely pure, without a trace of impurity, completely different from any healing-type soul skill he had ever seen. He remained silent for a long time, finally slowly withdrawing all his soul power, and landed no more than three zhang away from you.

"You mean you can cure me?"

[You looked directly into the eyes of this Title Douluo, your tone calm and unhurried: "Not only can I cure you, but I can also cure the poisonous soul power backlash that your granddaughter also inherited, completely eradicating it and leaving no future troubles."]

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo was completely stunned. Aside from himself, almost no one knew about the symptoms of his granddaughter Dugu Yan's poison backlash. This young man not only knew his illness perfectly well, but also seemed to have a clear understanding of his granddaughter's condition; this could no longer be explained as a coincidence.

"What do you want?" Dugu Bo's voice finally changed. His previous arrogant haughtiness had vanished, replaced by an almost cautious probing: "You cure my and Yanyan's illnesses, what reward do you want?"

Your smile deepened, and you held up two fingers: "Two things. First, I can freely pick the spiritual herbs and medicines around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. You mustn't stop me from taking what I want. Second..." You paused, your gaze sharpening slightly, "I need you to do three things for me. I haven't decided what they are yet, but I promise I won't make you do anything against morality or that could endanger your life. How about it?"

Dugu Bo remained silent, his gaze sweeping over you for a long time before finally speaking slowly, his voice carrying a complex meaning: "You came alone and left alone, without even a protector, yet you dare to negotiate with a Title Douluo... Kid, are you really not afraid that I'll turn my back on you and kill you outright?"

You shrugged, your tone as casual as if you were discussing what to have for dinner: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago, not waited until now. Besides, I can see through the poison in your body, so I naturally have a backup plan. If I die, your poison... there really won't be anyone who can cure it."

[Dugu Bo paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter. His laughter carried a mixture of emotion, surprise, and admiration. After a long while, he composed himself, his gaze fixed intently on you, and finally, slowly nodded.]

"Alright. I, Dugu Bo, have always been ruthless in my actions, but I always keep my word. If you can truly cure my and Yan Yan's illnesses, from now on, this Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well will be your private garden. You can take whatever elixirs you desire. As for the second condition... I've noted it down. You can come find me anytime you've made up your mind."

Hearing this, the weight lifted from your heart. You smiled slightly and extended your small hand, still slightly muddy, to the Poison Douluo: "Well then, it's a pleasure to cooperate, Senior Dugu."

Dugu Bo looked down at your little hand, his lips twitched slightly, seemingly disgusted, but he still reached out and gently shook it: "Pleasure doing business with you. But kid, if you can't cure me... you know the consequences."

You smiled without speaking, your gaze sweeping over the ancient, golden-blue sapling in your storage ring. A plan had already formed in your mind. Before long, you would completely cure this Title Douluo's intractable ailment, gaining in return a favor from a level 91 Title Douluo and unlimited access to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. This deal was a sure win no matter how you looked at it.

The simulation is still ongoing.