Xiao Tian steadied himself with a deep breath and waved off Dugu Bo's concern. "It's fine. I just spent the last few days using all my concentration to deduce a cultivation method for poison-attribute soul masters. The strain on my mental energy was heavy, so I got a little dizzy when I stood up. Nothing serious."
His voice was casual, but to Dugu Bo, every word sank heavily into his heart. The young man had pushed himself, even risked his well-being, all in order to help him.
Why?
The Poison Douluo couldn't understand. People feared him, used him, or cursed his name behind his back. Yet this boy—the prodigy who could walk away with anything he wanted—chose instead to spend days constructing a method just to ease his suffering.
Xiao Tian's reasons, however, ran deeper. He had always admired Dugu Bo's unruly character, but beyond that, he carried the bitterness of memory. In his past life, when he had seen on the screen how Dugu Bo's life ended—used as a pawn by Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, dying alone, his name smeared with infamy—something inside him had burned with anger.
Dugu Bo was no bloodthirsty villain. Even the plan to massacre cities with poison had never been his idea—it had been imposed on him. Yet he bore the blame until the end. A loyal old man, crushed and discarded. Xiao Tian refused to let this future repeat itself.
With a solemn air, Xiao Tian retrieved a blank sheet from his soul guide. Lifting his finger, strands of mental energy condensed into blades finer than hair. In a blink, dazzling symbols carved themselves across the page—lines of method, rhythm, and profound balance.
When he finished, he handed it over with a confident smile. "Senior, look. I've named this method the Poison Spirit Purification Technique. Its entire purpose is to guide the toxins in your body through specific channels, allowing your own poison to circulate in order rather than leak uncontrollably. Not only that—it compresses and refines the toxins during flow, continually purifying them while converting venom into offensive strength."
He tapped the bottom section. "And here, I've added breathing and meditation techniques. With these, you can stabilize your poison pill and control the Green Phosphorus Snake King venom like never before."
Dugu Bo's hands trembled as he held the paper. His heart raced—this wasn't just a cultivation path, it was salvation. His veins boiled with anticipation.
"This…" his voice cracked before he caught himself. "This is… too much."
But before his emotions could surface, he coughed it away and swiftly produced a small jade vial. "Here. I refined five doses of the yin-yang elixir these last few days. One is for Yanyan. The other four… for you." He pressed the bottle into Xiao Tian's hands with uncharacteristic sincerity.
Xiao Tian accepted with a nod, slipping the jade into his soul guide. "Then go ahead, Senior. Test the technique. If something feels wrong, tell me at once so I can revise it."
Dugu Bo inhaled sharply, nodded, and sank into meditation, methodically circulating the toxins in his body according to Xiao Tian's blueprint.
Meanwhile, Xiao Tian sat cross-legged again, withdrawing into his spiritual sea. A familiar, delicate voice echoed within.
"Xiao Tian… can I come out this time?" Ah Yin's tone was hesitant, tinged with eagerness.
Her petals glimmered brighter than ever, nourished by the aura of the Yin-Yang Well.
"As expected." Xiao Tian smiled faintly. "This place accelerates plant-type spirit masters like you. Even Tang San's memories showed—the moment your body was placed here, in just five years you grew back to a hundred-thousand-year beast and returned to human form. Five years for a hundred thousand. That's twenty thousand years of cultivation per year. Almost a thousand times faster."
Ah Yin bit her lip softly. "So… can I?"
Xiao Tian thought carefully, then nodded. "You can. But wait until Senior Dugu Bo stabilizes first. And even then, you can't linger here endlessly. At most, a month or two. That's enough to amplify your recovery without risking exposure."
Da Ming's deep voice rumbled caution. "Xiao Tian, are you sure? You trust this Poison Douluo too much. If he notices Ah Yin's existence, won't that invite trouble?"
"I trust him," Xiao Tian replied simply. "Besides, against you two, what could he do?"
The Beast Kings exchanged weary sighs. Indeed, no matter how venomous the Poison Douluo was, under the pressure of their twin domains, his presence would be insignificant.
Two hours later.
A thunderous boom split the valley air.
Dugu Bo's eyes shot open, blazing emerald, as an invisible storm of aura surged around him. His once-chaotic breath had turned sharp and ordered. Behind him, the shadow of the Jade Phosphorus Snake King rose, fangs gleaming, but no longer frantic and wild.
His soul power climbed like a flood breaking through a dam. Ninety-one. Ninety-two. Ninety-three!
In less than a week since breaking through to ninety-two, he had surged another rank. Such speed was unthinkable.
When he finally exhaled, his hands trembled as he gazed at the technique in his grasp. This flimsy sheet of paper might as well have been worth more than any heavenly treasure.
His vision blurred. For a heartbeat, moisture rimmed his eyes. Quickly, he burned it away with soul power, unwilling to let Xiao Tian catch him crying like a child. It was too shameful for Poison Douluo.
But in the depths of his chest, joy roared. For the first time in decades, he no longer saw himself as a rotting relic waiting to die.
Even more exciting, when his poison truly came under control, and with this Poison Spirit Purification Technique as guidance, he might reach not just ninety-three… but ninety-five!
As he skimmed further, his breath caught on a particular section: Ten Thousand Poisons Transformation.
It described a terrifying trump card—compressing every ounce of poison in the body into one condensed storm, temporarily transforming his form into a vessel immune to all poisons. In that instant, every attribute would surge, body and spirit unstoppable.
Of course, once unleashed, his poison pill would deplete almost completely, leaving him dangerously weakened during recovery. But to a warrior long mocked as a half-suicidal poison dealer, this technique was rebirth.
A true killing ace to match the other Titled Douluo.
All thanks to that boy.
Overcome, Dugu Bo stood, then in a blink appeared before Xiao Tian. His arms wrapped the youth in a sudden, uncharacteristic embrace.
"Hahaha! Xiao Tian, you've given me back my life! The venom that's cursed me for decades is no longer an eternal prison! I…" his voice tightened, "I don't even know how to thank you."
Startled, Xiao Tian patted the old man's back awkwardly.
When the Poison Douluo finally released him, his expression had sobered. "Xiao Tian… do you understand what you've just given me? This technique—if it were exposed outside, Spirit Hall would raze cities to seize it. They would pay anything."
His venomous green eyes locked onto Xiao Tian's clear gaze. "And yet you handed it to me so casually. Are you truly… not afraid?"
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