"What are you thinking about! Those old geezers wouldn't be peeking at our date!"
Ning Rongrong glanced out the window, but deep down, she was certain that Bone Grandpa was outside.
Dugu Feng, of course, knew as well.
Though Ning Fengzhi had openly encouraged the two to grow closer, he would never allow things between them to progress too far right now.
Even if Ning Fengzhi believed that Dugu Feng might one day resolve his martial spirit's defect, he didn't think that "one day" was today.
Dugu Feng could suppress the poison within his body only because of the external soul bone attached to him.
At present, he was similar to a Tool Soul Master, with his external soul bone serving almost like a secondary martial spirit.
Each time he unleashed a poison attack, he would use the external bone to absorb back the toxins that had merged into his body.
But Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo—those old fossils didn't know that.
"Hmm… should I play a little trick?"
A faint light flashed between Dugu Feng's brows.
Four colors—purple, green, gray, and blue—glimmered for an instant.
A ripple of unseen energy spread out around him.
It was his Four-Colored Mixed Poison.
One of its hidden effects: it could block spiritual detection. Any spiritual sense that touched the mist would be corroded instantly.
Unless someone wanted to attack him outright, they wouldn't dare to probe him with spiritual force.
And if any "old geezer" suddenly lost track of Ning Rongrong's presence…Wouldn't he show himself?
Ning Rongrong, naturally, couldn't sense the poison field.
All she felt was that Dugu Feng suddenly became even more mysterious, his aura deeper, more powerful.
And right then—A shadow appeared outside the window.
A towering figure, over two meters tall, was sneaking about suspiciously.
The man's face was gaunt, his eyes sunken, glinting with a cunning look in them.
He peeked through the window and saw Ning Rongrong and Dugu Feng embracing each other.
Their eyes met.
Bone Douluo immediately reacted, awkwardly blurting out, "Rongrong! So you were here. There's been some unrest in Suotuo City lately, so I came looking for you. Took me forever to find you!"
With a wave of his soul power, the window opened.
The tall old man squeezed himself through.
Dugu Feng sighed inwardly to himself, "just as expected."
"Grandpa Bone, you...", Ning Rongrong turned, speechless.
She'd just said he wouldn't be spying on them…and here he was.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Dugu Feng greeted calmly.
With a little trickery, he had indeed detected Bone Douluo's presence nearby.
"Not bad," Bone Douluo said in a lofty tone, while silently cursing this cunning brat.
He had definitely done that on purpose.
And Rongrong...she'd even sold him out earlier, saying he was the one who told her about Dugu's martial spirit defect.
Now that she had a sweetheart, she was forgetting her old grandpa!
"Many thanks for the praise, Your Majesty."
"By the way," Bone Douluo said quickly, "the Clear Sky Douluo is just outside Suotuo City. Rongrong, Dugu Feng, come meet him with me!"
In truth, he'd come to Suotuo City accompanying Dugu Feng's convoy—
But as soon as he arrived, Tang Hao had spotted him.
The two had met face-to-face.
Tang Hao told him that he was here to protect his son, Tang San.
Bone Douluo hadn't suspected anything—he'd even asked Tang Hao to help watch over Ning Rongrong.
In reality, Tang Hao was guarding Xiao Wu.
That was why he'd intercepted Bone Douluo in the first place.
"Clear Sky Douluo? He's Third Brother's father—the one who fought the Spirit Hall Pope to a draw!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes brightened. "Father told me he also mastered the Killing God Domain! Last time, the Pope invited you to Spirit City to study it… but if we have Clear Sky Douluo himself, why bother with her?
Let's meet him—this is the perfect chance to understand how to further cultivate the Killing God Domain!"
She agreed eagerly.
Between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall, the choice was obvious.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had always been closer to the former—and Spirit Hall was an enemy.
Ning Rongrong held a good impression of Tang Hao.
Dugu Feng hesitated briefly, then put on an expression of excitement. "Clear Sky Douluo is the idol of our generation! I can really meet him?"
If he could obtain some insights into cultivating the Killing God Domain from Tang Hao himself… that would be incredible.
As for his external bone and the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone, well they'd fully fused long ago.
And with his Four-Colored Venom shielding him, unless Tang Hao forcefully invaded his body with spiritual power, there was no way to detect it.
Bone Douluo, however, felt another stab to the heart.
He'd only made up an excuse!
Yet Rongrong was genuinely thinking about Dugu Feng's cultivation.
Girls really can't be kept at home once they grow up!
"Since you both wish to go," he sighed, "then I'll take you to see Clear Sky Douluo."
He led the way out.
Ning Rongrong and Dugu Feng followed.
The three left the Great Spirit Arena and made their way to a small teahouse.
It was a quaint three-story building.
Bone Douluo took them to a private room on the top floor.
"I've already sent a message to Clear Sky Douluo," he said, taking a seat at the head. "Let's wait here."
Ning Rongrong, graceful as ever, brewed three cups of tea and placed them before them.
"Bone Grandpa," she said sweetly, tugging on his arm, "you must let Clear Sky Douluo give Dugu Feng some guidance later!"
"Alright, alright…" Bone Douluo muttered helplessly, sipping his tea.
Moments later—Heavy footsteps echoed outside.
The door creaked open.
A tall man in gray-white robes stepped inside.
"Your Majesty, please," Bone Douluo said respectfully.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Clear Sky."
Tang Hao's eyes were half-lidded, a faint trace of intoxication lingering in them.
He swept his gaze across Ning Rongrong and Dugu Feng, his eyes dull-yellow, his body carrying the faint scent of wine.
He nodded slightly and sat down.
"The third person to possess the Killing God Domain," he said slowly, his voice deep and calm. "And perhaps… the youngest one to ever achieve it."
Tang Hao's gaze lingered on Dugu Feng.
He felt the same as Bibi Dong had—this youth was too monstrous.
He remembered vividly the pain and bloodshed he endured to earn his own domain, the countless brushes with death, hundreds of battles.
And this boy… how had he survived it?
"Your Majesty flatters me," Dugu Feng said with a faint smile. "I merely used a small trick. In the Slaughter City, as long as one wins once per year, one can remain in the Inner City. It's full of killers and desperadoes.
I used my Jade Phosphor Scarlet Poison to ignite their killing intent—causing over a thousand to fall into madness. At the perfect moment, I eliminated over fifty strong opponents with fifty victories or more.
That's how I achieved a hundred victories."
Tang Hao blinked. "That… works?"
So this brat had relied on strategy to win.
Tang Hao chuckled, shaking his head. For someone of Dugu Feng's level to enter the Slaughter City, that was probably the only way.
"Your control of poison has already reached the pinnacle," Bone Douluo sighed. "No worse than your father's."
Truly, like father like son—both cunning, calculating, and terrifyingly sharp.
He couldn't help but worry for Rongrong—was this really a good match or a disaster waiting to happen?
Then he remembered Ning Fengzhi's words : To trust how they had raised Ronrong!