The killing intent in Dugu Bo's eyes surged like a tangible tide, his cold, piercing gaze seemed sharp enough to split the void, sending chills down one's spine.
"You understand pharmacology?"
"No."
"You understand toxicology?"
"No."
"Then how did you see through it?"
"Intuition." Fang Ling stubbornly stuck to this single answer.
"What kind of intuition?" Dugu Bo pressed step by step.
"The intuition that has saved me many times." Fang Ling's eyes were resolute, meeting the old poison master's gaze.
It felt as though two invisible forces collided in the air, rippling outward in waves.
"Saying something so baseless and vague, do you think I'd believe it?"
"You already believe it, don't you?" Fang Ling shot back.
"Heh~" Dugu Bo found it somewhat laughable.
The secret had been hidden so well, and yet it had been leaked by something as flimsy as intuition.
"No wonder you kept staring at Yanyan. I thought it was some young boy's crush... but turns out"
"So that's what it was"
Dugu Bo felt something strange in his heart. He lowered his head and asked, "Then use your intuition again. Let's see what you can figure out about me."
Fang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the man before him.
He paused at first, then his expression subtly changed, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes.
"You... really want me to say it?"
"Say it!" Dugu Bo's curiosity was now fully piqued. He truly wanted to see what this so-called intuition could do.
"Yanyan is still here," Fang Ling reminded, not immediately speaking.
Dugu Yan's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at her always-doting grandfather.
Word by word, she said, "Grandfather, I want to hear it too!"
Dugu Bo gritted his teeth. Thinking that his granddaughter was no longer a child, he looked at Fang Ling and said, "Say it!"
Fang Ling's expression turned serious. He steadied his nerves and said, "Why are you still alive?"
Dugu Yan's brow furrowed and her pupils contracted, her expression went momentarily blank.
"F-Fang Ling..." Ye Lingling stammered, her voice trembling, shocked by such a bold question. She unconsciously took two steps back, filled with alarm.
That's the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, infamous for his killings and brutality. How dare Fang Ling say that?
Dugu Bo tilted his head and began to laugh for some reason, a chilling, eerie laugh.
"You dare say something like that and don't fear I'll slap you to death? Kid, you've got guts!"
The killing intent around him became nearly tangible, and the weight of his words pressed down on Fang Ling like a tidal wave.
If not for his unshakable warrior's will, Fang Ling might have already been overwhelmed, losing consciousness under the pressure.
At Rank 91, even the weakest among Titled Douluos was not someone a Rank 27 soul master like Fang Ling could compare to.
Yet, to Dugu Bo's surprise, Fang Ling held his ground.
Like a javelin planted firmly in the earth, his battle will surged forth, keeping him standing tall.
Though drenched in cold sweat and visibly trembling, though his face had turned pale, Fang Ling's will was unyielding.
He stood strong, unmoved.
Ye Lingling trembled slightly, her gaze full of worry.
But as she recalled how Fang Ling had stood before her without hesitation, a strange strength rose in her heart, as though she had found someone to rely on.
"Limping brat, you really trust your intuition that much?"
Dugu Bo was inwardly amazed at Fang Ling's strong will. His killing intent receded somewhat.
Fang Ling showed no fear, declaring firmly, "If I didn't trust it, I'd already be dead!"
Still the same answer.
"Intuition. What an intuition! What a powerful battle spirit!"
Dugu Bo suddenly beamed, clapping his hands like a child in wonder. His voice carried genuine amazement.
"You said your intuition has saved you many times?"
Fang Ling replied solemnly, "Yes."
"Then tell me, what else can you see about me?"
Fang Ling had an idea of what Dugu Bo was thinking, but claiming he could see more would be dishonest. He immediately denied it.
"I can't see anything more."
Then he added, "But allow me to make some wild guesses based on my meager knowledge."
"Go ahead, kid."
A subtle thought flickered in Dugu Bo's mind, but he didn't think Fang Ling could guess anything.
How many years have you lived?
Do you know how strong a Titled Douluo truly is? How troublesome the poison in me is? And you dare to guess?
You don't know the first thing about pharmacology or toxicology. What can your occasional intuitive flashes possibly tell you?
"Maybe it's some rare treasure. Or maybe a sacred place. In any case, there must be some external factor that allows you to suppress the toxins in your body."
...He guessed right again.
Dugu Bo's heart jolted. His eyes narrowed as he asked in a low voice, "And your basis for that?"
Fang Ling stuck to his story: "No basis. If I had to say, it's just my intuition."
"I subconsciously believe this, and I don't think I'm wrong."
That intuition again!
And he really guessed it...
Dugu Bo stood silently, waves of thought stirring in his mind, complex emotions surging.
He gave up the idea of killing the boy.
"Kid, originally, now that you've learned this, I should kill you without hesitation."
"But now... maybe your intuition can save your life."
The Ye family had a good reputation and hadn't wronged him. Killing their young girl would be unwise.
Who would treat them if he killed the doctor?
It would offend too many in the soul master world and create trouble for Dugu Yan's future.
He couldn't only think about himself while he was alive.
But killing Fang Ling, a boy with no background, was no problem.
He was the only Titled Douluo guest elder in the Heaven Dou Empire.
"Grandpa!" Dugu Yan rushed forward, grabbing his arm and shaking it hard. "You mustn't hurt Fang Ling! I said I'd protect them with my life!"
Wearing a smile that allowed no debate, Dugu Bo gently patted his granddaughter's purple hair.
"Yanyan, I won't kill Fang Ling. I can let you have your way on many things, but not this one."
"If his intuition really is as magical as it seems, perhaps he may receive a stroke of fortune."
Fang Ling's face remained calm, respectful as ever, but inwardly, he clenched his fists tightly.
Months of effort had finally.
The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, he had made it!
Dugu Bo, holding his still-pleading granddaughter, gave Fang Ling a meaningful glance.
"Just a mere innate Rank 1 soul power, yet he carries ambition to reach the heavens. Dreams of soaring above the sky one day. I do admire that, such inner strength and lofty goals at such a young age."
"But soul master cultivation is full of trials and bottlenecks. Relying only on courage and so-called unyielding will isn't enough."
"Don't be fooled by your current progress. Wait until you hit Rank 30, then we'll see. Facts speak louder than words."
Dugu Yan kept making a fuss.
Dugu Bo smiled, letting her be.
Fang Ling chose the right moment to speak up: "Sister Yanyan, that's enough. The elder is right."
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