"Haha! He dared to covet my granddaughter and my home? He'll be my medicine slave for the rest of his life!"
Dugu Bo didn't care who the other party was—anyone who crossed his bottom line would pay the price.
"Dugu Bo, don't be so quick to refuse. Though Xiao Chuan was at fault first, I believe he has realized his mistake. Consider this a favor to me."
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly. He hadn't planned to interfere with this wild child he'd picked up, but every time he visited, he found the boy screaming in agony.
Now, he felt a pang of reluctance.
After all, he had raised the boy for six years. Though they shared no blood ties, he was still half a father to him.
"A favor? You think you're in any position to ask for favors?"
Face? Why should Dugu Bo spare anyone's face? Especially when this brat had dared to target his home and granddaughter.
But as soon as Dugu Bo finished speaking, an overwhelming aura erupted from the disheveled middle-aged man.
"What about now?"
Indeed, this was Tang Hao—the adoptive father of the self-proclaimed God King, Tang Chuan.
Yellow, purple, black, black, black—nine soul rings brimming with terrifying energy materialized before Dugu Bo.
"I'm not here to argue. Xiao Chuan was wrong, but you've punished him for over two years. Poison Douluo, I suggest you not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Tang Hao's voice turned sharp. This was his adopted son—he couldn't let him remain Dugu Bo's medicine slave forever. If word got out, he'd lose all dignity.
Meanwhile, Tang Chuan—still scheming about how to steal the antidote and escape—suddenly sensed a familiar, overwhelming presence.
A glimmer of clarity flashed in his dull eyes.
His father was here!
"You… You're a Titled Douluo?!"
Dugu Bo was stunned. Titled Douluo were rare across the continent, yet he'd never heard of one who dressed like a beggar.
"Remove the poison from Xiao Chuan's body, and this ends here. Otherwise, you don't want a Titled Douluo as your enemy."
With that, Tang Hao summoned his martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer, the symbol of his identity.
At the sight of the massive, pitch-black hammer, Dugu Bo's expression turned grave. As a veteran Titled Douluo, he recognized it immediately.
The hammer's cylindrical head, half-foot handle, and deep, intricate patterns left no doubt—this was the legendary weapon of the Clear Sky Sect.
"So it's the Clear Sky Hammer. Fine. Take that thief Tang Chuan and go. But if he ever dares to lay eyes on my granddaughter again—even if you're from the Clear Sky Sect—I won't let him off."
Dugu Bo relented. He knew he couldn't keep Tang Chuan today. But while the boy might escape death, he wouldn't escape suffering—the poison had already spread from his forehead throughout his body.
Just then, Tang Chuan stumbled out from somewhere, his tear-filled eyes locking onto Tang Hao.
"Father!!"
Tang Hao frowned. This adopted son was nothing but trouble—violent, reckless. If left unchecked, he'd only bring more chaos.
In fact, the moment Tang Hao saw him, regret gnawed at him. Maybe he should've let this troublemaker die quietly here.
Watching Tang Chuan rush toward him, snot and tears streaming down his disfigured face, Tang Hao felt nothing but disgust.
"SMACK!"
A brutal slap sent Tang Chuan reeling. His already-ugly face smashed into a nearby tree.
"You dare call me Father?! You've shamed the Tang name!"
Tang Chuan stared in disbelief.
"Father! Your son nearly died at this old bastard's hands! How could you—"
"SMACK!"
Another slap cut him off mid-sentence.
"BANG!"
Tang Chuan's head hit the tree again, knocking him unconscious.
"Ungrateful wretch! Six years I raised you, and you repay me with theft and disgrace?! I should—"
As Tang Hao raised his hand for another strike, even the ruthless Dugu Bo couldn't stand by.
"Hey, hey! Brother, I get it—the kid's a brat who deserves a beating. But you can't actually kill your own son!"
Dugu Bo stepped in, though he wouldn't have minded seeing Tang Chuan dead.
"Don't stop me! Today, I'll teach this brat the rules of the Clear Sky Sect!"
But how could Dugu Bo—a mere Poison Douluo—restrain Tang Hao's strength?
And so, the heartwarming scene of fatherly love unfolded at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes:
Tang Chuan: "Father… you won't beat me to death, right?"
Tang Hao: "Depends on my mood."
Tang Chuan: "Father, Dugu Bo almost killed me!"
Tang Hao: "Hmph."
Tang Chuan: "Father—"
Tang Hao: "Shut up. Right now, I just want to hit you."
The commotion woke Dugu Yan, who rubbed her sleepy eyes and padded over.
"Grandfather, why's it so noisy at this hour?"
Dugu Bo quickly shielded her behind him, not wanting the father-son bonding to traumatize his granddaughter.
"It's nothing, Yanyan. Just that little thief Tang Chuan's father here… disciplining him."
By dawn, Tang Hao finally carried the unconscious Tang Chuan away.
Dugu Bo, ever merciful, removed the poison from Tang Chuan's forehead—but left the rest coursing through his meridians.
Soon enough, Tang Chuan would learn the true meaning of suffering.
…
Meanwhile, at Tianshui Academy…
A beautiful girl lay peacefully in Fu Ye's arms, her long blue-white hair cascading like a waterfall across the pillow. Her snow-white skin glowed faintly in the morning light, pure as a newly bloomed lotus.
Her eyes were lightly closed, long lashes trembling as if whispering dreams. Her lips, naturally rosy, curled in a faint smile.
Then, her brows twitched—her sky-blue eyes fluttering open.
Feeling the warmth of Fu Ye's embrace, her cheeks flushed with playful mischief.
Fu Ye, gazing down at her smug expression with golden eyes, barely suppressed a chuckle.
"Xue Wu… you really are a troublesome little thing."
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