Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 96 Meeting the Parents (Third Update, Please Subscribe!)

"Haha, isn't that pretty energetic?"

"Of course, I didn't cry!" Ye Lingling proudly raised her little head, but the glistening tears in the corners of her eyes betrayed her.

Although Fang Ling's return boosted their spirits, their mental state was still worrying.

The weariness on her face lingered, making one feel sorry for her.

Fang Ling noticed her worry, sat down beside her, and gently wiped away the tears of joy on her face.

Then, taking her soft, delicate hand in his, he said in a slightly heavy tone, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

The next moment, she picked herself up and her voice became light and cheerful again:

"This is because His Majesty has taken a liking to me and has accepted me as a disciple."

"We're a good match in terms of social standing, so when are we going to go home to meet your parents?"

"screw you!"

Ye Lingling was immersed in a mix of sadness and joy at reuniting with Fang Ling, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful, her cheeks instantly turning as red as the morning sun. "You brat, how old are you, and you're already thinking such nonsense all day long."

"You're just my friend, you know?"

Ye Lingling suppressed her smile, flicked her slender fingers, and said against her will:

"It's only because you're a good friend of mine, and because you've made me very happy over the past few months, that I'm thinking about you."

"It's only been four months. Although you pulled me out of my low mood, our relationship hasn't progressed to that point yet."

Don't overthink it.

"Are you really just friends?"

Fang Ling's smile was quite intriguing. "If you say so, then so be it."

"Then what kind of friends are we? Friends who can share a bed?"

"Nonsense! At such a young age, you're already neglecting your studies. With your talent, shouldn't you be focusing on your cultivation?"

Ye Lingling's indifferent demeanor immediately crumbled, and she shoved him forcefully.

After some playful banter, her tension and anxiety gradually dissipated, and she whispered, "What exactly happened?"

The words were disjointed, but Fang Ling roughly understood their meaning.

"Using my intuition, I helped my teacher find a way to detoxify him. Then I asked my teacher to take me as his disciple, so that I, a poor boy, could be worthy of you, the daughter of the Ye family."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingling's cheeks flushed even redder, like the clouds on the horizon under the setting sun, radiating a captivating glow.

Damn, my heart is pounding.

She pressed her hand to her chest, pursed her lips, and didn't argue further, only whispering, "Intuition-based detoxification? Is it dangerous?"

Fang Ling smiled faintly and said softly:

"It's alright. Just thinking about how the gentle and lovely Sister Lingling is looking forward to me fills my heart with boundless strength."

"What was originally seen as a difficult and dangerous predicament was overcome so smoothly."

Saying things like that again...

Did you think I would like it?

A warmth welled up in Ye Lingling's heart. In this tranquil space, she asked the question that would lead to death: "Didn't you like that Princess Xingluo? Why are you thinking about me?"

"She only met me once because we shared a martial soul fusion skill. Sister Lingling, we've spent so much time together, you've truly won my heart."

Fang Ling dared to swear to heaven that it was solely because of Zhu Zhu's stunning beauty and the fusion of her martial soul techniques that he found it so hard to part with her.

Otherwise, at most, if he becomes powerful enough, he can protect her once and repay the debt of gratitude.

"Just more sweet talk," Ye Lingling chuckled and snorted.

A moment later, a smile spread across her face, and she asked Fang Ling, "How long will you stay this time? Are you going back to the academy?"

"I don't know." Fang Ling wasn't sure either, but he was certain of one thing: "I definitely won't leave the academy. I still have to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."

The competition more than four years from now is one I must participate in; this is the best opportunity to get in touch with Pope Bibidon.

At least at this point, she seemed to be in a relatively normal mental state.

This is one of the key aspects of the plan.

Win the match, and exchange it for that 50,000-year-old head bone!

Otherwise, if it's delayed any further, it will become Operation Soul Hunt, and at that time, the madwoman must absolutely not be approached.

The farther away, the better.

Ye Lingling nodded gently: "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Come home with me, and I'll take you to see your father. Let's see if His Majesty has left any tricks on you."

Fang Ling knew perfectly well that Dugu Bo couldn't possibly have left behind any special tricks. Any tricks that weren't strong enough would be completely blocked by the power of ice and fire and his immunity to all poisons.

However, a sufficiently strong poison, such as the Jade Phosphorus Serpent King Poison, would kill someone directly without the suppression of the pollen from the Fragrant Silk Fairy.

He half-jokingly asked, "Is this an invitation to meet my parents? What kind of gift should I prepare?"

This subconscious question stumped Ye Lingling. After a moment's thought, she said, embarrassed and annoyed:

"It's not meeting the parents, it's meeting the doctor!"

"I'm being serious, so be serious, you bastard Fang Ling."

"Oh, oh, oh..." Fang Ling hurriedly agreed.

"Sister Yanyan is still outside, and you're taking up her bed. Why don't we find a guest room to sleep in first?"

"Okay, find a guest room." Ye Lingling had just finished speaking when her little mind suddenly became clever.

"Also, it's not us, it's me. You'll be sleeping in a room by yourself."

As expected, Fang Ling is still the same unreliable person he always is.

Ye Lingling got out of bed and glared at him as she walked out. "I'll take you to see Father tomorrow. Don't say anything more."

"If you dare to speak recklessly!"

She used her hand as a knife to gently slice across her own neck; her delicate appearance combined with this threatening gesture made her seem unusually adorable.

Fang Ling feigned fear: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything out of line."

"After all, we're just 'friends.'"

……

The next day, Ye Lingling took her to a special shop.

A steady stream of people passed by the entrance, above which was a plaque bearing the three large characters "Renxintang".

Unlike most shops in Tiandou City, which are ornately decorated, this place is simply decorated and filled with the aroma of herbs.

It is a medical clinic.

Ye Lingling greeted the doctors who were seeing patients familiarly, and then pulled Fang Ling towards the inner hall.

The outer hall is for ordinary people to diagnose and treat illnesses, while the inner hall is a place specifically for Soul Masters to heal their injuries.

Although Soul Masters rarely fall ill, especially high-level Soul Masters, injuries are a common occurrence.

Inside the main hall, a Soul Master with a shoulder injury is receiving treatment.

Half of his shoulder was broken off, with white bone fragments exposed, creating a horrific, bloody mess.

However, without using any medicinal herbs, the standing healing soul master simply cleaned the wound and repositioned the bones.

Immediately, the Nine-Heart Begonia shone brightly, and as the flesh rolled and the granulation tissue writhed, the shocking wound miraculously healed rapidly.

After stretching his arms, which were now completely unobstructed, the injured soul master expressed his gratitude profusely, gave him plenty of money, and then left.

Then came the next one.

Looking up, the person pushing the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul was a middle-aged man around fifty years old, with graying temples.

His refined demeanor and slightly compassionate expression complemented the aura emanating from his martial spirit.

Surrounded by seven spirit rings of optimal age, he was clearly a Soul Saint—

Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Saint!

"This is the kind of character that the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul should have," Fang Ling muttered to himself.

He perfectly embodied the image of doctors and physicians in his mind, with eyes often filled with compassion and extremely superb medical skills.

The movements were clean, efficient, and decisive.

"What are you saying, Fang Ling!"

Hearing these whispered words, Ye Lingling blushed and punched him hard.

What happened to her image?

Although she wasn't as skilled in medicine as her father and was more psychologically fragile, she still wielded her martial spirit with unparalleled mastery.

That damned Fang Ling, how dare he look down on her!

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