Chapitre 23: Chapter 23: Healing Father and Son
Dugu Bo's POV.
The night felt charged with a sense of finality. The poison that had plagued my family for generations, claiming the lives of my father, my wife, and nearly my son as well, was finally going to be eradicated. I was thrilled, almost disbelieving, yet there was no room for doubt. Not anymore. My grandson, Dugu Bei, had proven himself capable of achieving the unimaginable ever since he awakened his martial soul.
As I prepared calming tea, the thing through which this miracle would occur, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we'd come. The idea of curing our poison through such an unorthodox method would sound ridiculous to anyone else. But I trusted Bei. Bringing him into my family was the greatest blessing of my life. Alongside my son, he had become the most important person in my world.
I've long suspected that someone harmed Bei when he was an infant. Though only six months old at the time, he remembers it, I can see it in his eyes, as I did the night I met him. I don't know who dared to hurt him, but one day, they will face the wrath of the entire Dugu family.
Later that night, I gathered with Dugu Xin and Dugu Bei at the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. The tea set was simple, with two small cups and a steaming pot of freshly brewed tea. Despite my usual composure, I could feel the tension in the air, my son was as anxious as I was.
Bei poured the tea with the grace and precision of someone far older than his six years. As he handed us the cups, he made a small but shocking addition. Using a dagger, he nicked his finger and allowed a single drop of his blood to fall into each cup.
Xin and I exchanged alarmed glances. "Bei," I started, my voice edged with concern, "what are you doing?"
He looked up at us, calm and resolute. "This is the essence of the cure," he explained. "You'll need to consume small doses of my blood each night for six months. My unique constitution, combined with my immunity to poison, will counteract and neutralize the toxins in your bodies. By the end of the treatment, the poison will no longer be a threat to your lives."
His words carried a weight far beyond his years. Still, the idea of consuming his blood gave me pause. Before I could voice any objections, Bei continued, "After drinking the tea, you'll need to meditate and guide the poison to your soul bones. The process will gradually isolate the toxins and stabilize your bodies. Trust me… this will work."
I glanced at Xin. He nodded, determination in his eyes. We raised our cups in a silent toast and drank. The tea, laced with that single drop of blood, carried a warmth that spread through my body like a gentle wave. Closing my eyes, I focused inward, beginning the meditation as Bei instructed.
The process became a nightly ritual. Each evening, Bei prepared the tea, added his blood, and guided us through the meditation. At first, the changes were subtle. The poison, once an uncontrollable force threatening to overwhelm us, began to respond to our efforts. Bit by bit, it retreated into the confines of our soul bones.
With each session, I felt lighter, stronger. The poison that had once felt like a curse now seemed almost… useful. The more we healed, the more our cultivation increased. It was an unexpected but welcome side effect. By the end of six months, the transformation was astonishing.
My cultivation had risen from rank 87 to rank 89, just shy of the pinnacle rank for a Title Douluo. Dugu Xin had broken through to rank 60 from his previous 56 rank. And Dugu Bei… my grandson, in all his brilliance, had reached rank 50. Despite dedicating so much of his time to our treatment, he had never stopped training or cultivating.
As the final session concluded, Bei sat back with a satisfied smile. "It's done," he said simply.
For the first time in decades, I felt truly free. The poison that had been my family's curse was no more. I looked at Bei, my heart swelling with pride and gratitude. This child had accomplished what I had never dared to dream.
"Bei," I said, my voice trembling with emotion, "you've given us a new future. Words will never be enough to thank you."
He smiled, his expression warm and mischievous. "Don't thank me yet, Grandpa. You still have a lot of work to do if you want to reach rank 90, and I intend to help you with that too." He winked at me.
I laughed, a sound that felt foreign but welcome. For the first time in a long time, the future seemed bright. And it was all thanks to Dugu Bei, the miracle of our family.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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