He sneered, his voice dripping venom.
"He spoke of my symptoms before my cure, the venom that corrodes my body from within… describing them in detail as though he could see through me. Then, that arrogant little bastard had the gall to suggest that for my Yan'er's sake, I should accept his help. He claimed he could cure me, cure her, if I bent my head to him."
Qian Renxue's brows twitched slightly.
'Six years old, already daring to diagnose Dugu Bo's poison? It is confirmed to be a reincarnatoror or a transmigrator'
Dugu Bo's voice rose, tinged with suppressed fury.
"Of course, I released my Titled Douluo aura. The brat faltered—he stepped back, trembling. For a moment, I thought he would finally realize his place. But no. Even under my aura, his eyes still burned with that same damned arrogance. He did not apologize, did not retract his words. He looked at me as though my strength was only temporary, as though one day he would surpass me."
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
"Then, as though to prove himself, he released his martial soul. An Azure Dragon… no, it was not just, a dragon. The moment it appeared, I felt it—bloodline suppression. Me! Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, suppressed by a six-year-old brat's bloodline! That humiliation is carved into my bones."
Qian Renxue's eyes gleamed faintly, though her face remained unreadable.
Dugu Bo slammed his hand on the table, the tea cups rattling.
"And then, as if that wasn't enough, the brat declared himself the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Yu Yuanzhen stood behind him silently, nodding, affirming it. That arrogant child… had the audacity to tell me, Dugu Bo, to submit to him. Submit! He even dared to say that if I did, he would graciously accept my Yan'er as his concubine, because a clan young master should naturally have three wives and four concubines!"
His voice broke into a growl, venom filling the air around him.
"If Yu Yuanzhen hadn't been there… if he hadn't blocked my attack with his Level 96 strength… I would have torn that brat apart! But the difference between me and Yu Yuanzhen is too great. His aura crushed mine, and in the end, they retreated due to mine dangerous poisonous attacks can be fatal to other people, but the shame of that day…"
His fists trembled, green light flickering between his fingers.
"…that shame has not left me since."
When Dugu Bo's tirade finally ended, his breathing was ragged, and only then did he notice the tea table before him. His palms, pressed hard against the polished wood during his narration, had left fine cracks running across the surface like a spider's web.
His pupils shrank.'It seems I released my soul power without realizing it… just from speaking about that brat. Even now, recalling him makes my blood boil'.
He raised his head, trying to calm his thoughts—only to find Qian Renxue's gaze fixed upon him.
Those purple eyes were like endless abysses, shimmering with an indescribable brilliance. For a moment, Dugu Bo felt his chest tighten, his breath shorten. A primal fear surged up from the depths of his soul, instinctive and undeniable. His heart pounded violently as if a beast of a higher order was watching him.
What he was feeling was not simply aura suppression. He had clashed with Yu Yuanzhen, a Level 96 Super Douluo; the oppressive weight of that thunder dragon's might was something he could endure. But this—this was different.
Qian Renxue, calm as still water, was radiating the invisible yet overwhelming pressure of her mental power. She had already stepped into the Spirit Domain realm—a realm that only Ultimate Douluo were said to touch.
Her voice cut through the suffocating silence, cold yet composed:
"Senior Poison Douluo, I understand that you are agitated. But that does not mean you are free to vent your power on things around you. Do you understand what I am saying?"
The words themselves were not harsh, but under the weight of her spiritual oppression, they struck harder than any blade.
Dugu Bo's back was drenched in cold sweat. His lips were dry, and with difficulty, he forced out, "Yes… I understand."
The next moment, the crushing weight disappeared. The invisible burden pressing against his body lifted as if it had never been there at all. He nearly collapsed in relief but quickly steadied his breathing, not daring to show weakness.
His mind churned in awe.'Who in this world could force me, a Titled Douluo, to sweat buckets like a frightened child? Even Yu Yuanzhen's aura had never reduced me to this state. There is only one answer… only one possibility.'
'A soul master standing at the peak of the Douluo Continent.'
Yet that terrifying pressure had come from the girl sitting across from him—a girl not yet grown, sipping her tea with elegance as if nothing had happened.
Qian Renxue set down her cup, her gaze sharpening again.
"Do you have anything more to add?"
Her tone was lighter now, but the implication was clear: she wanted everything, every detail, laid bare before her.
Dugu Bo, as if coming back to his senses from the shock of earlier, nodded stiffly before speaking again.
"After a few days, people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan came. The leader Ning Fengzhi himself, accompanied by the two Titled Douluo elders."
( Author Note: Qian Renxue did not know about the other reincarnators is because her Hermit Order has not yet infiltrated the Great Clans. And the fight with Dugu Bo happened deep in the forest, faraway from civilization.)