One day later, a large one-horned rhinoceros was pulling a carriage into Liantian Dou City.
Passersby who saw the rhino—which was clearly a high-year soul beast—quickly avoided it.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was tense.
Liu Erlong and the others had been unconscious for at least four days, and the black aura on their faces was growing heavier.
If they couldn't receive treatment soon, they might die.
Yu Xiaowei held his head in his hands, silently blaming himself.
Ning Fengzhi and the other three beside him also looked grim. After being rescued by Yu Xiaowei, they all learned some devastating news.
The most outstanding descendants of their clans had all been poisoned, but the one who had poisoned them had been killed by Yu Xiaowei without him realizing it.
So they had no choice but to rush overnight back to Heaven Dou City to seek Dugu Bo's help in finding a cure.
During this time, Yu Xiaowei even tried to feed Liu Erlong and the others his own blood, but unfortunately, this method had no effect.
His immunity to poison apparently did not come from his blood.
The frail Ning Fengzhi gently stroked Ning Rongrong's hair, but his eyes couldn't help filling with tears.
His daughter was the only genius who had cultivated the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda since the founding of the sect. She was the future hope for the sect's revival.
But now her fate was uncertain. As both a father and the sect leader, he could not accept this.
Yu Yuanzhen was also in pain. Yu Tianheng was his grandson, the top genius in the family after Yu Xiaowei, and worthy of the title.
Liu Erlong and Flender were his niece and nephew-in-law, and Oscar was fresh blood for the sect.
Even Tailong, Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, Jiangzhu, and the others—who weren't blood-related—had decided to join the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect after the Soul Master Competition.
If Dugu Bo couldn't cure this poison, the future talents of both sects would be nearly wiped out.
Even though Yu Xiaowei had made history by absorbing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and had a record of killing Haotian Douluo single-handedly, it could not dispel the dark clouds in everyone's hearts.
However, what they didn't know was that Dugu Bo was also in trouble.
Just a day ago, a tall, handsome man in a gray robe entered the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect.
Neither the sect's protective formation nor the guards at the gate responded to him at all.
Dugu Bo was humming a little tune while preparing poisons.
He was in a good mood lately. His third concubine had just given birth to a big, chubby boy last month. Along with two children from the previous year, he now had two sons and one daughter. The future King Ghidorah family line was shaping up well.
However, just as he was working on a poison formula, a voice suddenly spoke:
"Are you Dugu Bo?"
Startled, Dugu Bo trembled, and the soul-guiding vessel in his hand spilled the snake venom it contained. The potent poison immediately corroded holes into the table.
Seeing his precious venom wasted, Dugu Bo turned around angrily and started cursing.
"Damn it, which blind dog dares interrupt me—"
But when he saw the person behind him, his cursing abruptly stopped.
The gray-robed man stood silently behind him, unfazed by the scolding. He wore a playful smile.
No aura emanated from his body. He looked like an ordinary person, seemingly devoid of any soul power, but to Dugu Bo, he felt like a venomous snake staring at him—chilling and terrifying.
"Senior, may I ask your purpose here?"
The man before him was so frightening that Dugu Bo didn't even dare to consider resisting.
The gray-robed man nodded calmly.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Daoliu."
"Angel Douluo!?"
Dugu Bo was instantly stunned. He had heard of Qian Daoliu—from Yu Xiaowei.
He didn't expect that this ordinary-looking gray-robed man was the legendary Rank 99 Extreme Douluo.
"You know me?"
Qian Daoliu looked mildly surprised. He had been retired for nearly 70 years and didn't expect someone like Dugu Bo to recognize his name.
Dugu Bo bowed his head respectfully and answered honestly:
"I heard about you from Sword Douluo."
"Oh, the boy from the Chen family… Makes sense. After all, his father died by my hand."
"…"
Dugu Bo was shocked, and his respect grew even deeper.
As a clever man who had lived for over 80 years, he immediately sensed the hidden threat in Qian Daoliu's words.
He thought hard: he had never offended this terrifying Extreme Douluo. So he cautiously asked:
"Senior, may I know why you're looking for me?"
"I have a granddaughter. I love her dearly. Every time I see her, I think of my poor son. You also have a granddaughter, don't you? Tell me—if someone harmed your granddaughter, what would you do? Hmm?"
Qian Daoliu's tone grew heavier. Especially when he mentioned "harmed," a murderous aura filled the room, dropping the temperature several degrees.
Dugu Bo broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know why Qian Daoliu was saying these things, but it was clear he was targeting him.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something.
About a year and a half ago, he had severely injured a girl named Qian Renxue. Although Yu Xiaowei hadn't told him who she really was, Yu Xiaowei's serious expression at the time made it clear: Qian Renxue was no ordinary person.
Qian Renxue. Qian Daoliu.
Dugu Bo seemed to understand, and immediately, with tears in his eyes, explained:
"Senior, I didn't know she was your granddaughter at the time."
"Hmph—"
Golden light suddenly burst from Qian Daoliu's eyes and shot toward Dugu Bo.
There was no time to dodge. The golden light struck Dugu Bo's chest. He groaned and coughed up a large mouthful of blood before falling to his knees.
The massive power gap left him feeling helpless.
Qian Daoliu sat calmly on a chair, looking down on Dugu Bo like an emperor and said coldly:
"Someone poisoned my granddaughter. I hear it was your strongest poison. Where's the antidote?"
"The antidote?"
Dugu Bo was stunned, then quickly took out a transparent bottle and handed it over.
He had a vague idea who the culprit was, though he was still confused. He hadn't given this poison to Yu Xiaowei—so how had the boy used it?
But now wasn't the time to think too much. He obediently handed over the Ice and Fire antidote.
Qian Daoliu stored the bottle but didn't leave. He continued to stare coldly at Dugu Bo while gently tapping the chair's armrest with one hand.
Dugu Bo didn't dare move. Clutching his aching chest, he silently knelt there.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu spoke icily:
"Follow me to Spirit Hall."
"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you."
"Go—or die. Choose."
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