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Dugu Bo didn't release a single trace of soul power, yet the atmosphere in the hall became oppressively terrifying. It was as if an invisible killing intent had filled every inch of the space.
Ye Wen felt as though he were on the verge of suffocation. Only then did Dugu Bo retract this intangible pressure.
Instead of leaving as he had planned, Dugu Bo slowly walked up to Ye Wen. His tall figure, bathed in sunlight, was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression.
At this moment, Ye Wen's heart was pounding with unease. When Tang San had revealed this secret in the original story, it was only because of Tang Hao's intervention that Dugu Bo hadn't killed him afterward. But now, there was no guarantee for Ye Wen.
Dugu Bo asked, "You're a clever child, and your talent as a soul master is quite impressive. From your demeanor, I can tell you've already confirmed my condition.
But you must also realize this is my greatest secret. So, tell me—why would you risk death to reveal it to me?"
Dugu Bo's voice was calm and steady, but as he spoke, his long right hand rested firmly on Ye Wen's shoulder. It seemed that any incorrect answer from Ye Wen would result in his immediate demise.
Ye Wen swallowed hard. This was the moment that would decide his fate—life or death depended entirely on his response.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Ye Wen softly replied:
"I'm a healer. If possible, I hope to spend my life summarizing methods to treat all kinds of ailments.
Though cases like yours, Lord Dugu, are rare on the continent of Douluo, they do exist. I wanted to see if I could devise a solution—or at least gain insights into other treatment approaches."
Dugu Bo gently patted Ye Wen's shoulder and casually asked:
"Is that so? No wonder you dared to speak up, even knowing it might lead to your death."
Dugu Bo released his grip, the corners of his mouth subtly curving upward.
At this moment, Dugu Bo was certain of one thing—at the very least, the boy before him would never leak his secret. For when he had pressed his hand onto Ye Wen's shoulder, Dugu Bo had used his mental strength to carefully sense the changes in Ye Wen's body.
The pulse he detected was one of complete honesty, devoid of any guilt.
However, after decades of battling his own toxins, how could Dugu Bo easily entrust his treatment to someone else? He returned to his seat and asked:
"For now, I'll assume you've passed. So, tell me—how are you so certain that I, like Yan Yan, am plagued by toxins?
After all, my title is Poison Douluo, yet I can't even deal with my own toxins. It's almost laughable."
As he said this, Dugu Bo chuckled self-deprecatingly. The great Poison Douluo, known for his mastery of poisons, being poisoned by his own toxins—it was indeed a cosmic joke.
By now, Ye Wen felt as though he were on the verge of collapse. But seeing Dugu Bo's demeanor, he was confident that he had completely secured his position.
After organizing his thoughts, Ye Wen replied:
"In truth, it wasn't difficult to deduce, Elder Dugu.
No one is born a Title Douluo on the continent of Douluo. If you, like Miss Yan, once suffered from these innate toxins, then over time, no matter how much soul power you use to suppress them, residual toxins would remain in your body.
These toxins aren't in the blood—they're embedded in the bones and muscles, and perhaps elsewhere as well.
Moreover,"
Here, Ye Wen deliberately glanced at Dugu Bo's ink-green hair and green eyes.
"Though there are green-haired individuals on the continent of Douluo, few have both green hair and green eyes, along with a faint, almost imperceptible fishy odor. It seems the poison has seeped into your very marrow, even affecting your hair and eyes.
Am I mistaken?"
Dugu Bo twirled a strand of his long hair and chuckled ruefully.
"For someone as knowledgeable in medicine as you, this is indeed a glaring flaw."
With that, Dugu Bo looked earnestly at Ye Wen and asked:
"Then, Doctor Ye, do you have any ideas for treating my congenital toxicity?"
At this moment, Ye Wen kept reminding himself internally not to rush, not to let Dugu Bo detect any cracks in his composure. Pretending to think deeply, Ye Wen finally spoke after a long pause:
"I haven't yet devised a complete cure, but I do have two ideas. Would you be willing to hear them, Elder?"
What began as a casual inquiry unexpectedly revealed that Ye Wen truly had some thoughts. Intrigued, Dugu Bo leaned forward slightly and said:
"Tell me. If you can provide me with new insights, I might reward you with an opportunity."
"Thank you, Elder," Ye Wen bowed gratefully and continued:
"The first idea may not work for you—it's a method I plan to use on Miss Yan.
On the continent, soul masters generally have two ways to prevent poisoning: increasing their resistance to toxins or using soul power to isolate themselves from external poisons.
I've observed many soul masters with toxic martial souls. Though their conditions aren't as severe as yours, they do exhibit mild symptoms of poisoning due to their own soul skills. However, since most of them possess beast-type martial souls with relatively low-year soul rings, the effects of their toxins are weaker, and their physical resistance mitigates the symptoms.
Though this is speculative, I believe your family's hereditary toxins may have originated when an ancestor inadvertently contracted the toxins of their own martial soul. Over generations, mutations occurred due to natural resistance, leading to the current state.
Furthermore, your acquisition of new toxic soul skills likely caused the inherited toxins to mutate further. As such, the toxins in your body likely differ somewhat from those in Miss Yan's. However, since her soul rings are still low-year, significant mutations haven't occurred yet. But if she acquires ten-thousand-year soul rings or advances further in cultivation, the differences will grow.
All of this is merely conjecture—you can disregard it for now."
At this moment, Ye Wen resembled a scholarly elder, meticulously explaining his line of reasoning.
Though Ye Wen suggested Dugu Bo could ignore this hypothesis, the latter unexpectedly grew solemn, lost in thought.
"When I first began cultivating, though the toxins of my martial soul were weak, they did resemble those of my father.
And Xin's toxin rebound times grew shorter each time I suppressed them with soul power after he broke through to Soul King. So…
Though this boy speaks only of conjectures, upon closer reflection, everything he says makes perfect sense.
If that's the case, perhaps…"
At this moment, a glimmer of hope appeared in Dugu Bo's eyes as he gazed at Ye Wen.
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