Chapter 39: Dugu Bo: Do you think I can still be saved?
Dugu Bo stepped forward and carefully examined Dugu Xin's condition, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with shock.
He sensed that Dugu Xin's heart meridian was burning intensely, as if a raging flame was constantly resisting the erosion of toxins within his body.
When he channeled his soul power into Dugu Xin's martial soul body, he discovered that it also contained a trace of Xuan Yin Qi.
In stark contrast to the intense heat, yet miraculously achieving a balance, it caused no damage to the Martial Soul itself.
"What kind of miraculous healing method is this? It can effectively suppress the deadly poison in the body without damaging the martial spirit!"
Dugu Bo muttered to himself, looking at Dugu Xin with a complicated expression.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes looking at Yu Xiaolie, who was standing quietly to the side.
Yu Xiaolie seemed oblivious to the scrutinizing gaze, his expression as calm as still water.
If Dugu Bo had known about these immortal herbs, he wouldn't have been unable to cure the poison in his father and son despite possessing such a treasure trove.
Dugu Bo suddenly raised his arm, poked Dugu Xin's shoulder with his index finger, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"You little rascal, you've got some nerve! Aren't you worried at all that he might be up to no good or do something bad in secret?"
"What have I always taught you? To be cautious! You trust others so easily. It's a good thing this kid didn't do anything reckless."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Xin revealed a confident smile.
"I poisoned him a long time ago. If he dares to play any tricks, he will die from the poison immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment, looking at him as if he were an idiot, before bursting into a string of curses.
"Damn it! Poisoning? My poison didn't work on him, let alone yours."
"Besides, this kid is immune to poison! Your little tricks can't hurt him at all!"
Seeing the situation, Yu Xiaolie calmly stepped forward, cleared his throat, and slowly spoke.
"Senior, I have some insights regarding the Steward's situation."
He pointed at Dugu Xin, his tone calm.
"He has now survived the critical stage of physical reconstruction, and all he needs to do now is take the medication I prescribed on time."
"By consolidating the treatment, the deep-seated toxins in the body can be completely eradicated."
Dugu Bo turned his head and stared at Yu Xiaolie, looking him up and down as if trying to see through his thoughts.
"Boy, who exactly are you? Why are you being so kind to my son?"
Yu Xiaolie had not yet spoken.
Upon seeing this, Dugu Xin quickly stepped forward to introduce Yu Xiaolie.
"Father, his name is Yu Xiaolie, and he is the son of Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Because his martial soul mutated, and he didn't want to go to Thunder Academy as his family had arranged, he ran to the camp and sought refuge with his second uncle, Yu Luomian."
Dugu Xin's eyes were full of admiration, and he raised his hand to pat Yu Xiaolie's shoulder heavily.
"This kid is really something! Who would have thought that he would actually cultivate all the way from level 12 to level 23 in the camp?"
Dugu Bo listened quietly, his expression calm, and simply uttered a soft "Oh?"
Yu Xiaolie comes from an extraordinary background, yet he has such an interesting experience.
Yu Xiaolie smiled slightly and cupped his hands in greeting to Dugu Bo.
"Senior, to be honest, I came here today for your Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."
He looked around and saw rare herbs growing wildly everywhere, with colorful mist rising up, creating a fantastic and beautiful scene.
"Having the opportunity to cultivate here and absorb spiritual energy is already a great fortune for a mutated martial soul like mine."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, then his expression softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up imperceptibly.
This kid is honest; he doesn't hide anything.
He gave Yu Xiaolie a deep look, crossed his arms, and unconsciously exuded an aura of power.
Then Dugu Bo looked around, his gaze falling on the towering immortal herbs, and secretly made a plan.
There are plenty of magical herbs here. Even if this kid eats a few, how many pounds of flesh will he lose?
Moreover, the fact that this kid was able to cure Dugu Xin's poison has relieved me of a worry.
Thinking of this, Dugu Bo felt relieved, but he still wore an unhappy expression and snorted coldly.
"You brat, you ate my magic herb and used my spring water, what do you plan to use to repay me?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaolie's expression turned solemn, and he spoke slowly.
"Senior, as the steward just told you, I have a mutated martial soul."
"I know all too well the pain that comes from a flawed martial soul."
He lowered his head, his voice filled with bitterness.
"My martial soul's soul power level advances incredibly slowly, with a long accumulation period. I'm already 15 years old, and I've only barely managed to cultivate to level 23."
"In order to improve my strength, I have to train my physical fitness day and night and absorb high-age spirit rings. I'm afraid only those who have suffered the same pain can truly understand this kind of suffering!"
Dugu Bo, who had been standing with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression, paused upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashing across his face, and he subconsciously lowered his arms.
A mix of emotions suddenly welled up inside me.
His brows were furrowed, and a hint of pain was in his eyes.
Only he himself knew best the torment caused by the flaw in his martial soul; those days of struggling alone in the darkness instantly flooded his mind.
Looking at the strange valley shrouded in mist, he unconsciously clenched his fists.
A flawed martial soul is like a failed reincarnation, which determines the lower limit of one's life from the very beginning.
Without a good martial soul, no matter how hard you try, you will eventually find it difficult to succeed.
In contrast, those with superior martial spirits are often recruited by the seven major sects and the Spirit Hall, enjoying abundant cultivation resources and rising rapidly in rank.
Even if a commoner like myself cultivates diligently, I can hardly compare to him.
Now, after much effort and cultivation, I have finally reached the level of a Soul Douluo, which has allowed me to get close to Prince Xuexing and obtain more resources.
But along the way, haven't we also been tormented by the shadow of the flaw in our martial soul?
Looking at the young man in front of him, who also had to cultivate alone due to the quality of his martial soul, Dugu Bo seemed to see his younger self.
Who can understand the pain of loneliness, helplessness, and the inability to change one's fate despite trying one's best?
For a moment, Dugu Bo fell silent, a complex expression in his eyes.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Kid, you stay here and check on my condition."
"However, you must promise me that this place is known only to the three of us. If anyone else learns of this place from you..."
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Dugu Bo stepped forward, patted Yu Xiaolie on the shoulder, his expression gentle, but what he said was not quite the truth.
Inside the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, light and shadow intertwine, and mist swirls around.
On the shore, rare and exotic plants vie for attention, radiating a captivating luster and unique fragrance.
Yu Xiaolie looked up at Dugu Bo, his eyes filled with gratitude.
He nodded solemnly, his tone firm.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. Rest assured, I will keep this secret to the death."
"Moreover, I will do my best to help you find a way to solve the defects of your martial soul."
As soon as he finished speaking, a moment of silence fell, broken only by the low murmur of the spring water, where ice and fire mingled, as if echoing Yu Xiaolie's promise.
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