Bab 132: Chapter 127 Poison Douluo Is About to Cry: Beast! The Evolved Martial Soul of Dugu Yan_1
Night fell, with a bright moon and sparse stars.
In the deep valley, the Icefire Polarized Eyes emitted milky white and fiery red light. At the center of the spring, crackling sounds continued to emanate, and steam rose up.
"Hahaha, at last there is a way to cure the poison in my body."
"From now on, the sea is wide for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly."
Poison Douluo's hearty laughter could be heard as he returned from afar, his mood joyous.
For nearly ten years, he had never felt as carefree as he did today.
The matter of being poisoned had always been a heavy burden weighing on his mind.
For someone recognized as the strongest at using poison to be constantly threatened by deadly toxins was, in Poison Douluo's eyes, a disgrace.
It was a matter that would hurt his pride if word got out, and he had always been too ashamed to mention it to others.
But today was different.
Because, through personal trial, he found that the method Luo Yu spoke of was surprisingly effective, and the healing effects of the Immortal Herbs pills were explosively good.
Poison Douluo now saw not only hope for a full recovery but also the possibility for his strength to advance further, so how could his mood not be uplifted?
He was so happy he felt like bursting into song.
Despite his excitement and joy, he was not confused, and he knew very clearly to whom he owed it all.
Returning to the valley beaming, he intended to share his joy and also to express his gratitude to Luo Yu for saving him.
But he found the valley empty.
"Hmm?"
"Where is everyone?"
Poison Douluo was initially stunned, then turned his gaze towards the secret chamber on the cliff.
Looking at the tightly shut stone door, it was just as it had been when he left during the day.
His heart trembled, and the happiness on his face disappeared in an instant.
His hands beneath his sleeves began to tremble uncontrollably, his voice shaky and hoarse, full of disbelief.
"A whole day, they have been at it hammer and tongs for an entire day!!"
"Is this kid even human, not to have finished yet?"
"Beast—what a beast!"
"This is purely animalistic behavior!"
"How many years has it been since he had meat, and he catches my granddaughter and works her to death?"
"Yan Yan is still a virgin, how can she stand such torment."
Poison Douluo's face was full of heartache as he frantically rubbed his hair, almost driven mad.
Thinking of his granddaughter suffering all day, his eyes emitted a bloody light.
Without hesitation, he let out a fierce howl and dashed towards the secret chamber.
"Roar!"
"My Yan Yan."
"It's grandpa's fault, I shouldn't have sent you into the tiger's den."
"Grandpa's here to save you now!"
Poison Douluo's old face was fierce and pained; now he just wanted to tear Luo Yu to pieces.
Gratitude?
Gratitude my ass!
Others do it by counts, but you do it by days?
He didn't dare to imagine what his granddaughter might have been put through.
Poison Douluo with the Serpent Emperor Possession, the nine rings fully activated, raised a fist and bombarded the stone door.
Just at that moment, the stone door suddenly opened outward.
A handsome young man and a beautiful young woman walked out.
Poison Douluo's expression changed, and in mid-air, he hastily executed an emergency stop, his figure staggering.
Luo Yu, surprised, asked, "Yan Yan, what is your grandpa practicing?"
Dugu Yan shook her head in confusion, having just come out to witness her grandpa's bizarre behavior; she was also bewildered.
Poison Douluo shot towards Dugu Yan like a rocket.
He tightly gripped her shoulders, his expression tense, looking her over from left to right.
"Yan Yan, are you alright?!"
"Huh? What could possibly be wrong with me?"
Poison Douluo persisted anxiously, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Not at all, I'm feeling better than ever."
Dugu Yan's face blushed, certain discomforts like a swollen lower abdomen definitely couldn't be mentioned.
Just as she was about to share another joy with Poison Douluo, he abruptly cut her off.
"Impossible, how could it be okay?"
Poison Douluo's eyes reddened with anger as he shook his head vigorously, pointing furiously at Luo Yu, his voice thundering.
"Did this kid threaten you into saying that?"
"Yan Yan, don't be afraid, grandpa is here. If you've been wronged, I'll have your back," he reassured.
Dugu Yan moved her feet and hid behind Luo Yu, peeking out and whispering, "Brother Yu, what's gotten into Grandpa? He's terrifying."
Luo Yu, exasperated, said, "Old Poison, what are you trying to do?"
"What am I trying to do?" Poison Douluo glared, his eyes blazing with fire, "Aren't you clear about what great deed you've done?"
Luo Yu said in confusion, "I'm very clear about what I've done."
Poison Douluo's head buzzed.
Is this brat pretending to be clueless, provoking me deliberately?
Too hateful.
Ah!!
"Kid, not even Heavenly King Lao Zi can stop me today. I'm going to give you a lesson!"
Poison Douluo charged with his fist raised.
Before Luo Yu could react, Dugu Yan stepped in front of him.
"Grandpa, stop!!"
"Yan Yan, get out of the way. Today I must teach this brat a lesson."
"I won't let you touch Brother Yu."
Like a little tigress, Dugu Yan's slender, beautiful eyes flared as she shielded the man in front of her.
Poison Douluo trembled, "Yan Yan, he bullied you, and you're still protecting him?"
"Brother Yu didn't bully me."
"Grandpa, please calm down. What's all this about?" Dugu Yan implored with her light green, luscious lips pouting.
Looking at his granddaughter fiercely defending the man, Poison Douluo's gaze became vacant.
"Snap!"
It was the sound of a heart breaking.
Originally, he thought if he couldn't beat the kid, having him with his granddaughter meant he could at least be his grandfather, which seemed pretty cool.
But it turned out that his granddaughter was given away, and his actual treatment might have degraded, falling to the level of a grandson.
Poison Douluo's chest tightened and he was short of breath, unable to vent his frustration, which instantly made him depressed.
Seeing that Poison Douluo was unhappy, Dugu Yan walked over, her small hand grabbing his sleeve, coaxed lovingly, "Grandpa, Brother Yu really didn't bully me, he's very gentle to me."
Poison Douluo widened his eyes, immediately filled with indignant breath.
Gentle, gentle my ass.
Do I seem easy to fool in my old age? I heard everything clearly outside earlier.
"Grandpa, why won't you believe it?"
"I still had a surprise to tell you."
"Hmph."
Poison Douluo rolled his eyes, feeling no surprise, just heartache.
His carefully nurtured and cherished little cabbage had been thoroughly devoured by an outsider.
"Grandpa, look."
Dugu Yan concentrated her Soul Power, beginning to summon her Martial Soul.
"I'm not looking, what's so great about your Martial Soul?"
Poison Douluo crossed his arms, the very picture of a petulantly proud old man.
Actually, he had already seen that his granddaughter was all right, understanding that certain indescribable matters probably hadn't persisted the entire day, realizing he had overthought it.
He wasn't truly angry before; he had merely wanted to make a mistake into an opportunity to give Luo Yu a beating, to vent the gloomy mood in his heart.
But then his granddaughter directly intercepted him, which made him even more depressed.
"Boom!"
A solemn expression on her pretty face, Dugu Yan revealed a radiant glow behind her.
Although Poison Douluo had only been half-squinting his eyes, glancing slightly, his pupils constricted sharply at the sight of Dugu Yan's Martial Soul, his eyes suddenly widening.
It was as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Yan Yan, your Martial Soul, how has your Martial Soul changed!!" Poison Douluo's voice trembled, filled with disbelief.
"Hehe, Grandpa, didn't you say there wasn't anything good to see~" Dugu Yan playfully stuck out her tongue.
Poison Douluo's face turned red, and then he scolded with wide eyes, "What are you playing at with your grandpa at this moment? Are you even my real granddaughter?"
Placing a finger to her lips, Dugu Yan contemplated before blinking.
"Well... maybe not."
Poison Douluo's heart ached in an instant, feeling as if after his granddaughter had followed this rascal, his throne as the head of the family had plummeted to the status of a younger brother.
Yan Yan used to be a well-behaved, intimate little cotton-padded jacket, so why has she started to show signs of defying now...
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