Sunset Forest, within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well
At this moment, Dugu Bo’s gaze could have killed if it had been solid.
He glared viciously at Fang Yuan, held tightly in his granddaughter’s embrace, feeling that this brat was utterly detestable—not only had he sneaked into his medicine garden, but he had also bewitched his granddaughter Dugu Yan.
However…
Dugu Bo looked at Fang Yuan, who was being coiled by his granddaughter, the jade-green serpent tail tightening uncontrollably to the point where he could barely breathe, unable to move.
He withdrew his gaze.
At least this brat’s presence had calmed his granddaughter’s emotions.
He was somewhat useful, so he could be kept for now.
Dugu Bo weighed the matter in his mind.
As for the other one…
Dugu Bo shifted his gaze to the unconscious scorpion-braided girl lying nearby, his eyes blazing.
As a Titled Douluo, Dugu Bo could naturally tell that Xiao Wu was a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
And she was only a soul master of around level ten—with practically no ability to resist before him.
A hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone delivered right to his doorstep—such a windfall of fortune naturally filled Dugu Bo with joy.
Added to that, he had recently learned the uses of the immortal herbs in this medicine garden.
Dugu Bo felt as if he had struck gold.
His only regret was that his granddaughter’s mind had become somewhat unstable ever since she couldn’t find Fang Yuan.
“Yan Yan, look at this!” Dugu Bo pointed at Xiao Wu on the ground, trying to surprise his granddaughter.
Since he was already a Titled Douluo and his soul rings were full, this hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast would be perfect for Yan Yan—and it might also divert some of her attention away from Fang Yuan.
Dugu Yan had already noticed Xiao Wu’s presence the moment Fang Yuan entered with her.
In her simulation memories, Dugu Yan also knew Xiao Wu and was aware of her identity as a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Dugu Yan had once allied with Tang San against the Spirit Hall to rescue Fang Yuan, precisely because Xiao Wu had been killed by the Spirit Hall, and Tang San sought revenge—which was why he chose to cooperate with Dugu Yan.
But the final outcome had been tragic.
Tang San had suddenly attacked A Yuan because of Bibi Dong’s disgusting thoughts and feelings—so suddenly that even Dugu Yan hadn’t been able to react in time.
At the thought of this, Dugu Yan’s killing intent boiled over.
The two people she wanted dead most in this life were Bibi Dong and Tang San, tied for first place.
The former was her love rival trying to steal her beloved, while the latter was a traitor who had killed her beloved through treachery.
Unfortunately, Bibi Dong was now incredibly powerful and the Pope of the Spirit Hall—Dugu Yan couldn’t do much to her.
As for Tang San, not only did he have a Titled Douluo father protecting him at all times, but Dugu Yan had also uncovered information that
Tang San had been attacked by the Spirit Hall in Notting City, and had only escaped with Tang Hao’s help.
Naturally, Dugu Yan also realized that someone in the Spirit Hall must have been reborn.
Her first suspect was, of course, Bibi Dong.
Thinking of Bibi Dong, Dugu Yan recalled the scene when she had found A Yuan in that secret chamber…
The white, disheveled bed…
The boy’s body covered in marks—yet his eyes remained clear and pure…
As if…
he didn’t even know what had happened to him…
The dangerous, bewitching snake-woman coiled even more possessively around her beloved, her jade-green serpent eyes now blazing with murderous intent.
That old bitch Bibi Dong!
“Yan Yan, what’s wrong?” Seeing Dugu Yan not responding for a long time, and her killing intent growing stronger instead, Dugu Bo was confused.
He didn’t know what he had done wrong to upset his granddaughter.
“It’s nothing, Grandfather.
Just lock this hundred-thousand-year soul beast up for now.
We don’t need her right now.” Dugu Yan snapped out of it upon hearing her grandfather’s voice and said this.
“…” He hadn’t even said anything yet—how did his granddaughter know that this girl was a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast?
Though he had many questions, Dugu Bo didn’t want to further agitate his granddaughter’s already unstable mind.
He replied, “Alright, Grandfather will lock her up first and then make you some food.”
With that, Dugu Bo picked up Xiao Wu and left.
Fang Yuan, however, kept glancing at Xiao Wu with his peripheral vision.
That’s mine—I prepared that soul ring and soul bone for myself!
Seeing Fang Yuan like this, Dugu Yan suddenly laughed.
“Hahaha, A Yuan, you haven’t changed a bit.”
Halfway through, she suddenly leaned in close.
Her jade-green serpent eyes met Fang Yuan’s, and her crimson, slender forked tongue flicked out.
Not giving Fang Yuan any chance to dodge or retreat, her shimmering, multicolored serpent tail forcibly pulled them closer together.
“You’re always so persistent.”
Or rather, very pure.
Although the Fang Yuan of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been foolish, his essence remained unchanged—his goal had always been crystal clear.
Though he was silly on a daily basis, he never made mistakes or slacked off during cultivation.
Dugu Yan could see in those clear, crystal-like pupils what A Yuan yearned for.
This A Yuan was the same.
Though he had gained some disguises, to Dugu Yan, who knew him well, he was still easy to read.
Fang Yuan only wanted to become stronger!
Facing Dugu Yan’s words, Fang Yuan blinked, his thoughts racing.
This wasn’t good—Dugu Yan understood him too well.
She wouldn’t be easy to fool…
“How are you going to deal with me?” Fang Yuan asked, feeling the serpent tail binding his body.
“As your fiancée, of course I’ll take good care of A Yuan.” Dugu Yan’s eyes were filled with obsession as she continued, “Don’t worry—this time I’ll definitely protect you.
Neither Bibi Dong nor Tang San will be able to harm you.”
Half-relieved, Fang Yuan asked the next question.
“Will you let me continue cultivating?”
Truthfully, he also wanted to ask if he could have some immortal herbs.
If he could eat the immortal herbs, continue cultivating, and have Dugu Bo as a backer, Fang Yuan wouldn’t mind eating this bowl of soft rice from Dugu Yan.
He was just that unprincipled.
“…” This time, Dugu Yan didn’t give an immediate answer.
Her eyes were filled with internal struggle.
Finally, she asked, “A Yuan, what’s your martial soul in this life?”
When she had captured Fang Yuan earlier, although she was emotionally unstable, she still remembered—Fang Yuan had grown a pair of golden wings on his back.
A Yuan’s martial soul in this life was no longer the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?
And from what she could sense of its aura, it was even a top-tier beast martial soul…
Fang Yuan didn’t hide it.
“Radiant Phoenix martial soul.”
Dugu Yan, already mentally prepared, stared at his sacred, coldly beautiful face and continued to confirm, “What’s your innate soul power?”
“Innate full soul power.”
Dugu Yan fell silent…
A Yuan’s talent in this life seemed to surpass even her own.
He was no longer a fragile auxiliary soul master who needed her protection.