Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is Golden Light, all I want is more money.

Chapter 32 Dugu Bo: If I fail, there will be successors!

Qin Feng surveyed everything around him, his eyes burning with a desire that seemed to strain his gaze, especially towards the two ice-fire grasses in the center, which he could feel yearning emanating from his body.

Seeing his expression, Dugu Bo felt secretly pleased and said smugly, "How about it? This place is not bad, is it? This is a treasure land that I have guarded for many years."

Qin Feng chuckled, "It's good, but it's a pity someone has been guarding this treasure land for decades!"

Hearing Qin Feng's sarcasm, Dugu Bo's smile froze, and he urged resentfully, "Then hurry up and give me the antidote!"

"What's the rush? I need to think this through carefully. What if I cause something bad to your health? What will happen to your granddaughter?"

Qin Feng spread his hands, frowning as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo's deep eyes suddenly widened, and he thought to himself, "That old dragon really thinks I don't know his schemes, but even so, he can't expect me to join him. I, Dugu Bo, have never wanted to be subordinate to anyone in my life."

"If you treat Yan Yan well, then I'll let it go. But if you dare to betray her, I'll risk my old bones to exchange for your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family."

As he thought about it, Dugu Bo's gaze turned cold and cruel.

Qin Feng fell into thought, his mind racing.

According to the original work, Dugu Bo's poison is drawn to the soul bone, which must have drawbacks.

After all, how big is a soul bone?

Dugu Bo's martial soul continuously produces toxins over the years, so this is only a temporary solution to the problem.

Qin Feng scoffed at Tang San's method of detoxification from his previous life.

So perhaps the only remaining options are creating a container or evolving the martial soul.

The container might only be something like the Taoist elixir.

With Dugu Bo's cultivation level of a Title Douluo, compressing a poison pill using soul power and toxins would definitely not be a problem.

But then another problem arises: 1 years from now, even compressing soul cores will be dangerous.

Not to mention compressed poison pills, which are essentially all the toxins condensed together and compressed into a fixed shape.

If it fails, that person could die on the spot.

This was absolutely a high-stakes gamble!

The safest option is undoubtedly the evolution of one's martial soul, but the conditions for this are extremely difficult. In the original work, the only two people who evolved their martial souls were Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong.

One relies on a divine herb with an almost 100% compatibility, and the other relies on the inner core of a mythical beast.

Qin Feng didn't recognize the immortal herbs here either, so asking him to pick out the ones that could help Dugu Bo and his grandson evolve their martial souls was practically impossible.

And we don't even know if it exists.

"Senior Dugu, I have two methods to detoxify..."

Qin Feng then explained the advantages and disadvantages of the two detoxification methods to Dugu Bo.

After pondering for a long time, Dugu Bo said in a hoarse voice, "Let's use the poison pill method. There are people in the world of human soul masters who have evolved their martial souls, but without exception, their descendants have not inherited their ancestors' martial souls."

"If we use the so-called immortal herb you mentioned to evolve our martial soul, wouldn't our descendants still suffer from the backlash of the toxins? For the sake of the Dugu family, I, Dugu Bo, am willing to be the pioneer."

Qin Feng fell silent; to be honest, he couldn't do something so noble.

After a moment, he asked, "Aren't you afraid of failure?"

Dugu Bo laughed heartily: "Hahaha, if I fail, there will be others to succeed me!"

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated Dugu Bo's tall and lonely figure, which seemed to slowly overlap with a white-clad figure from Qin Feng's past life memories.

Qin Feng was also infected by his enthusiasm and said cheerfully, "Alright, in that case, I will definitely do my best to help you!"

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

What's more, he was carrying so many priceless immortal herbs!

Upon seeing this, Dugu Bo burst into laughter: "How interesting! I never imagined that I, an old man nearing a hundred years old, would still have a friend like you."

"Since that's the case, don't refuse. From now on, don't call me 'senior' anymore. Just call me Poison Master, and I'll call you 'Young Master Feng,' how about that?"

"That would be perfect." Qin Feng smiled slightly. He understood Dugu Bo's thoughts. He was simply afraid that if he failed, Dugu Yan would have no backing and would befriend him instead.

In other words, because he values ​​his own future, Qin Feng is willing to befriend him.

After all, if he succeeds, he will have another Title Douluo as a backer.

Qin Feng immediately said, "There's no time to lose. Go find some herbs to replenish your qi and blood, and nourish your body first."

Dugu Bo's eyes widened in surprise. "Young Feng, are you kidding me? What's the use of replenishing my qi and blood at my age?"

Qin Feng looked you up and down, then clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's not like I'm asking you to have sex. Besides, is your thing even up to par?"

Dugu Bo tensed up under his gaze, almost unable to resist making a move, and angrily said, "You think I, a Title Douluo, am no good?"

It concerns a man's dignity; even if it's impossible, he must say yes!

"Old Poisoner, stop spouting nonsense. Don't you know how deteriorated your health is?"

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"Quickly find some herbs to replenish qi and blood, and try to get your body to its peak condition. That way, I'll have a better chance of success."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo's brows relaxed, but he was still somewhat puzzled: "How did you know my qi and blood were declining?"

Even the other titled Douluo were unaware of this matter.

Qin Feng smiled mysteriously: "You don't need to know that."

His cultivation method not only encompasses the cultivation of soul power and spirit, but also includes physical body, so he can naturally sense that Dugu Bo's blood and qi are different from other titled Douluo.

Although he had only seen a handful of titled Douluo.

But the feeling that each Title Douluo gives off is very clear.

If Sword Douluo is like a middle-aged man in his prime, then Dugu Bo is like an elderly man nearing his twilight years.

Seeing that Qin Feng refused to speak, Dugu Bo said with a hint of regret, "I really don't know where you, little monster, got all this knowledge from."

"Alright, young Feng, I'll be right back. You can use the herbs here as you like, but you mustn't damage my herb garden, or I'll hold you responsible!"

After saying that, Dugu Bo leaped into the distance and flew away.

"Don't worry, I'll only use what I know how to use."

Looking at the ground covered with magical herbs, Qin Feng's lips unconsciously curled upwards.

Qin Feng slowly walked into the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire. A wave of intense heat and extreme cold washed over him. He immediately circulated his cultivation technique and waited until the discomfort throughout his body disappeared.

Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This isn't the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang ...

Yang belongs to fire, Yin belongs to cold.

This precious land was formed after tens of thousands of years when the extremes of yang and yin in the world came into contact.

The original text from the previous life explained that this treasure land was formed precisely from the remains of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King.

Qin Feng, whose body's yin and yang had already reached a balance, was not subjected to excessive impact from the ice and fire.

Therefore, Qin Feng walked into the center of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well as if walking on flat ground, easily picked the Fiery Apricot Vegetable and the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass, and then stuffed them into his mouth in one go.

In an instant, an extreme cold and extreme heat erupted within his body. Even though Qin Feng's Yin and Yang had already reached a balance, he almost broke his cultivation.

Qin Feng quickly circulated his cultivation technique and began to absorb the energy.

(End of this chapter)