Traveling through Douluo Dai Mubai, mutated into Gengjin White Tiger

Chapter 9 Solving the Spirit Problem
Dai Mubai had a frown on his face but he still chose to take a step back politely to give the two some space. He was complaining in his heart: Do you have a civet cat in the Dugu family? Taking turns interrupting others when they are talking.

Dugu Bo was also panicked when he saw Dugu Yan, but seeing that Dugu Yan was determined not to give up until she agreed, Dugu Bo waved his hand helplessly to create a small barrier, leaving only space for the two of them.

"Yanyan, you are not a child anymore. There are some things I didn't want to tell you before... because the truth is too cruel. The poison in our Dugu lineage's martial spirit is deadly. Your parents did... indeed pass away for this reason."

Dugu Bo watched Dugu Yan stammer out the truth. If there was a second choice, he really didn't want to say it now. At least he would have to test Dai Mubai's method and make sure it was indeed useful before telling Dugu Yan everything. He didn't want hope to only lead to greater disappointment. He didn't want his granddaughter to experience this painful ups and downs.

"Everything is just as expected... What was said in the letter is all true, even my parents are because of this reason... Even grandpa can't do it even though he is a Titled Douluo... No, I don't want grandpa to be taken away again!"

After hearing the explanation, Dugu Yan couldn't help sobbing and talking to herself. When she spoke of her deep feelings, she couldn't help but throw herself into Dugu Bo's arms.

"My dear granddaughter, my dear Yanyan, don't worry, there is hope for all this. Please don't ask any more questions. Give grandpa a little time. Grandpa will...will give you a surprise."

Dugu Bo was in a panic. He patted Dugu Yan's back gently and made repeated assurances. However, he did not dare to be too firm in the last sentence. He could only tell Dugu Yan that he hoped she would give him some time.

"Really? Grandpa?" Hearing this, Dugu Yan with tearful eyes raised her pitiful little face and looked at Dugu Bo for confirmation.

"Of course, give grandpa some more time at the end." Dugu Bo rubbed Dugu Yan and nodded with a smile.

Although Dugu Yan still had some questions to ask, such as who the person who wrote the letter was, whether her grandfather's problem could be solved, who the young man in front of her was, and whether she would also suffer from the backlash of her martial spirit in the future, Dugu Yan suppressed all these questions and spoke to Dugu Bo in a half-coquettish and half-threatening manner.

"Then two months at most, okay?"

At this time, Dugu Bo's face trembled but he still nodded and said okay. He was really confused inside. Even if the kid could be saved, two months was too short. No! It seemed that he had to force this kid.

The barrier was lifted. Dugu Yan looked at Dai Mubai with many questions, then turned and left.

Seeing Dugu Yan completely gone, Dugu Bo's inner restlessness made him unable to help but grab Dai Mubai's shoulders and look at him and ask: "Two months! Can two months solve our martial spirit problem?"

Dai Mubai coughed, indicating that Dugu Bo was too excited. Dugu Bo also loosened his hands embarrassedly. Dai Mubai put a finger in front of his mouth to indicate that Dugu Bo should listen to him first, and then he spoke.

"The Soul Core Method is that each Title Douluo can condense a Soul Core. With a Soul Core, the speed at which you store and restore your Soul Power will be greatly increased. Of course, you can also place all the toxins in your body here. The key is that your toxins entering the Soul Core are not only risk-free, but will also compress the power of your toxins, killing two birds with one stone."

"What about Yanyan? What if she can't become a Titled Douluo?"

After listening to Dai Mubai's words, Dugu Bo eagerly asked about the topic that he was most concerned about.

"Your granddaughter, for now, use the soul bone method. It is enough to seal the toxins in her body with soul bones. It is best to use snake soul bones. When she reaches the soul saint level, the toxins may be more difficult to control. However, the soul saint level can also condense a soul core, but it will be much more difficult. However, I have also prepared a way to deal with it."

Dugu Bo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard about the solution to his granddaughter's problem. Then he couldn't help but feel his heart rise to his throat again when he heard that it was difficult. It was not until Dai Mubai said that there was a solution that he calmed down.

Dugu Bo couldn't help but glare at Dai Mubai, and in his heart he couldn't help but think, damn, how can he breathe so hard at a time like this.

Seeing Dugu Bo's reaction, Dai Mubai didn't show it on the surface, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart: He is so old, but he is still so unsteady when doing things. Can I say it all at once?

While the two were complaining to each other in their hearts, Dai Mubai was the first to break the silence and threw two scrolls, one large and one small, to Dugu Bo who was not far away.

"The small scroll is the method of hiding poison in soul bones. It is for your granddaughter. After using it, the effect of the poison on her will be reduced to a minimum, and it can also increase the power of the poison. The large scroll is the method of cultivating soul cores. Remember, it is for you to use. I will give you the soul saint level in time. It is not good for you to understand it now. Take a look now. Ask me if you don't understand. Go into seclusion when you understand it. I will refine a method to deal with it for your granddaughter."

After Dai Mubai finished speaking a long string of words, he signaled with his eyes to Dugu Bo if there was anything he didn't understand.

Dugu Bo was originally moved when he touched the two scrolls. After all, although hiding poison in soul bones sounded simple, it might be risky to ask Dugu Yan to do it without practicing it himself.

But when he looked up and saw Dai Mubai asking him as if he were a child, he couldn't help but frown. He carefully put away the small scroll and started reading the soul core method. Two days later

After figuring out everything, Dugu Bo exclaimed countless times at the Soul Core Technique, and then became furious when he saw Dai Mubai looking extremely exhausted.

Dugu Bo was about to say that you are just a descendant of the gods, but then he remembered that Dai Mubai had complained about this when he was answering questions these two days. Dai Mubai said that when he first encountered this method, he understood it in two hours and only regretted that his cultivation was not enough.

Dugu Bo looked at Dai Mubai who was pretending to be tired and planned to hunt a soul beast for him first. After all, Dai Mubai was already level 40 and had not yet obtained a soul ring. Wasn't it because he wanted to solve the problem of martial soul backlash for himself and Dugu Yan?

Before Dugu Bo got up and left, he looked at Dai Mubai and asked casually:

"Xiao Bai, what type of fourth spirit ring do you want, and how many years does it take?"

Dai Mubai felt warm inside when he saw Dugu Bo, who wanted to hunt soul beasts for him. He thought he had to wait until Dugu Bo cultivated his soul core before he could ask for this. He didn't expect Dugu Bo to take the initiative to ask for it, so he made a solemn request.
"Forty to fifty thousand years, a tiger, preferably one that likes continuous or explosive battles."

"What the hell? How many years? Forty thousand years is enough to make your seventh spirit ring, don't you know?"

When Dugu Bo heard the number of forty thousand years, he couldn't help but turn around and look at Dai Mubai and asked loudly.

Upon seeing this, Dai Mubai no longer insisted on showing off his purple and black soul ring configuration. After spending the past few days together, he had completely trusted Dugu Bo, this hypocritical old child.

"You...this?" When looking at the spirit ring under Dai Mubai's feet, Dugu Bo's idea of ​​teaching Dai Mubai a lesson, telling him that even if he was the inheritor of the divine throne, he should not be so ambitious, was instantly shattered.

Dugu Bo left without saying a word, and two days later he brought back a four-meter-long blood-red tiger and smashed it directly towards Dai Mubai.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me? You old bastard, you don't want your granddaughter's coping method anymore?"

Dai Mubai dodged and looked at Dugu Bo with dissatisfaction.

"Hahaha, Xiaobai, you dare! This is the soul beast you want, a 45,000-year-old bloodthirsty tiger. Its talent is to become stronger with each battle. If you don't kill it with one strike, you'll be in trouble."

Seeing Dai Mubai threatening him with his granddaughter, Dugu Bo was not angry. He smiled and introduced the soul beast on the ground to Dai Mubai, because he could see from the past two days that Dai Mubai was a person who would finish what he started.

"Old Poison, sure. Also, next time, please don't call me Xiaobai, okay? It really sounds like a dog's name."

As Dai Mubai approached and looked at the soul beast, he couldn't help but complain to Dugu Bo.

"Hahaha, is there? I think it sounds pretty nice?" Dugu Bo responded with a smile.

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes at Dugu Bo and looked at the soul beast. Dai Mubai took out a dagger and killed it with one blow, then crossed his legs and absorbed it.

Six hours later, Dai Mubai stood up and stretched, and at the same time saw the note left by Dugu Bo saying that he was going to retreat first.

Dai Mubai couldn't help but shake his head and complain about Dugu Bo's carelessness, but in fact, Dai Mubai knew in his heart that Dugu Bo had set up a poison array nearby, which ordinary people could not get in at all.

So Dai Mubai plucked the Eight-Angled Mysterious Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot and walked towards the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire.

After swallowing two pillars of top-grade immortal herbs at once and being in the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, Dai Mubai felt the two kinds of pain, extreme heat and extreme cold, wandering through his body. Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

Five months later
(End of this chapter)