Douluo: Wuhun Black Hole, the beginning of the inheritance of the God of Destruction

Chapter 7: Planning the Immortal Herb
Two months later, Hanhai City, Yang family.

"Son, come out quickly, your grandpa is back!"

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan ended his practice and walked out immediately.

"Dad, grandpa will come back when he comes back, why are you so flustered?"

"It's different! This time, your grandfather brought back a lot of people. I heard that they are all our people!"

"Clansman?"

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Oh, my good son, I will explain it to you on the way. Now let's go to the meeting room. Your grandfather and the others are waiting for you there."

As he spoke, Yang Tianyu took Yang Ziyuan's hand and walked towards the meeting hall.

On the way, Yang Ziyuan also learned from him that his family was actually a member of the Pozhi clan!
As soon as he arrived at the meeting room, Yang Ziyuan felt a pair of burning eyes staring at him. He followed the line of sight and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair, staring at him closely!
"grandfather!"

Yang Ziyuan hurried over.

Seeing Yang Ziyuan coming, Yang Wuhui immediately pulled him to sit next to him.

"Haha, Ziyuan, my dear grandson, do you miss your grandfather?"

As he spoke, Yang Wuhui reached out and stroked Yang Ziyuan's head.

"Well, I think so!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Hearing Yang Ziyuan's answer, Yang Wuhui was extremely happy.

"Good boy! Come, let me introduce you. This is your second uncle - Yang Wudi! Your future training will depend on his help. Go and say hello to your second uncle."

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Well, good boy! This is our first meeting, and my uncle didn't bring anything with him. The only things he had were some common things."

After saying that, Yang Wudi stuffed a purple gold card into Yang Ziyuan's hand.

"There are still one million gold soul coins in this purple gold card. Take it first, and come back to Second Uncle when you don't have enough."

"Well, thank you, uncle!"

Knowing that the Pozhi clan is a big medicine refining family, he will not be polite to Yang Wudi.

After all, this amount of money can be earned back by refining medicine once.

Afterwards, after learning about Yang Ziyuan's recent situation, Yang Wuhui called him to his side.

"Ziyuan, with your current physical strength, are you sure you can absorb a 3000-year spirit ring when you reach the Soul Master level?"

"Well, not yet. But if there are enough rare medicinal herbs or high-quality soul beast flesh and blood, I believe it can still be done!"

"Is that so? There's no rush. Anyway, you're only level 27 now, so there's still plenty of time for us to find the magic grass!"

Although high-quality soul beast flesh and blood is easier to find, Yang Wuhui, who has read the Secret Book of Immortal Grass, still decided to look for it first.

Because, being born in the Pozhi Clan, he always believed that immortal herbs were more effective than the flesh and blood of soul beasts!
More importantly, he learned from the secret book that anyone who refines the magical herb can greatly improve their own cultivation talent!

He really couldn't imagine, if Yang Ziyuan's talent was further enhanced by the magic grass, how terrifying it would be?

However, Yang Ziyuan lost his composure after hearing about the magic herb.

The old man actually wants to look for magic herbs?

According to the timeline, the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire had already been occupied by Dugu Bo.

With his strength as a Titled Douluo, the old man can't do anything to him.

After all, the old man doesn’t have the Soul-Breaking Spear spirit, and he can’t use his Soul Douluo’s cultivation to defeat a Titled Douluo!

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help but look at Yang Wudi.

"Second Uncle, what is your current strength?"

"Me? Over the years, I have been obsessed with refining medicine, so my soul power level is only level 77!"

"level 77?"

Yang Ziyuan was stunned when he heard that Yang Wudi was only level 77. According to the timeline, it would take him more than ten years to reach level 82.

From here, Yang Ziyuan realized how obsessed the other party was with refining medicine.

No wonder, in the original novel, Tang San only needed to take out a fragrant fairy product to make someone join the Tang Sect!
"Nephew, why are you asking this?"

Yang Ziyuan was very confused when he heard Yang Wudi's question.

Should I tell them about the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire?
If they told them, they wouldn't be able to defeat Dugu Bo.

If we don't tell them, wouldn't it be a waste of energy for them to search blindly?

"Ziyuan, just tell me what's wrong. Your uncle and grandpa won't hurt you. Besides, maybe we can help you solve the problem."

Seeing Yang Ziyuan hesitant, Yang Wuhui patted his chest and assured him.

"Well, okay! Grandpa, Second Uncle, there is something I dare not hide. I actually know where the immortal grass is. However, there is a Titled Douluo guarding it!"

"What? Do you know where the magic grass is?"

Hearing Yang Ziyuan's answer, Yang Wudi stood up excitedly.

He now wished he could fly to that place right away and loot all the magical herbs!
However, Yang Ziyuan's next words poured cold water on him.

That place is guarded by Titled Douluo, and they cannot defeat the other party with their strength.

"Yes, this is what the God of Destruction told me."

As for how he knew the location of the magic grass, he had long attributed it to the God of Destruction.

After all, it is impossible for the old man and the others to go and ask the God of Destruction.

At this time, the God of Destruction, who was playing chess with the Goddess of Life, sneezed twice in succession.

"Ah Qiu~Ah Qiu~"

"Destruction, you have a cold?"

"Shouldn't it be? Can gods get sick? I guess that petty Shura is scolding me!"

"Ziyuan, did the God of Destruction tell you the strength of that Titled Douluo?"

Yang Wudi, feeling unwilling, couldn't help but ask.

"What about strength? It should be level 91!"

"Level 91? Oh, that's not bad! Once I break through to Contra, I can probably defeat him!"

However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and suddenly he realized something.

"Ziyuan, that Titled Douluo couldn't be Dugu Bo, right?"

"Dugu Bo? I don't know. I only know that the God of Destruction said that the martial spirit of that Titled Douluo is the Jade Phosphorus Snake King!"

"It's really him!"

After hearing about the Green Phosphorus Snake Queen, Yang Wudi was almost 100% certain that the Titled Douluo was Dugu Bo.

"That's great! With Dugu Bo's fighting power, even if I am a Soul Sage now, I may not be unable to fight!"

"Uh?"

Hearing Yang Wudi's remarks, Yang Ziyuan was confused.

Are you really polite? He is a Titled Douluo after all!

"Nephew, you don't know. Although Dugu Bo's ability in group battles is very strong, in a one-on-one fight, he can be said to be the weakest Titled Douluo! With the soul skills of the Soul-Breaking Spear, I can definitely fight him!"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was in high spirits, Yang Ziyuan could only smile bitterly.

"So, Uncle, how are you going to do this?"

After hearing this, Yang Wudi thought about it for a while and came up with a feasible plan.

"A few years ago, Dugu Bo's son was poisoned and came to our Pozhi Clan for help. Although he failed to save him, Dugu Bo broke his usual promise and said that if an antidote is developed, we can go to Sunset Forest to find him. After he gets the antidote, he will owe a favor to the Pozhi Clan. Therefore, I plan to use this as an excuse to get close to them. If the sneak attack is successful, I am sure I can kill them!"

(End of this chapter)