Douluo: Unrivaled God General, Fooling Qian Renxue at the Start

"Your mother? The Frost Lance Douluo?" Dugu Bo's gaze turned sharp as he studied Nan Feihuang.

Although he had heard of Nan Feihuang's mother, the newly ascended Frost Lance Douluo, they had never crossed paths. What could she possibly want to convey to him through her son?

Nan Feihuang smiled calmly. He had no choice but to use his mother's name as leverage. A mere child, even if he were the son of a Title Douluo, would not have enough sway to secure a meeting with Dugu Bo.

But if the message came under the guise of a fellow Title Douluo, things were different. While Dugu Bo was arrogant, he wasn't foolish enough to ignore someone of equal rank unnecessarily. There was no need to stir up trouble without reason.

"Let's go, brat!" With a flick of his sleeve, Dugu Bo grabbed Nan Feihuang and vanished from sight in an instant.

Neither Qin Ming nor the Spirit Douluo present had time to react. The gap between a Spirit Douluo and a Title Douluo was vast, as unbridgeable as heaven and earth.

Moments later, they arrived at a secluded lake outside the academy. Dugu Bo set Nan Feihuang down and crossed his arms. "Speak. We're alone here. What is it your mother wants me to know?"

Nan Feihuang didn't hesitate. "Senior, may I ask how the itching sensation in your flanks is holding up during rainy days? Has it continued to worsen?"

Dugu Bo's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Unfazed, Nan Feihuang continued, "Additionally, your symptoms include midday and midnight episodes of pain lasting over an hour, correct? Around the third watch of the night, you must also feel sharp, needle-like stabs at the crown of your head, accompanied by full-body spasms for at least thirty minutes. Did I miss anything?"

Dugu Bo froze. Nan Feihuang had described his symptoms with such unnerving precision that it felt as if the boy had been inside his body.

"If this were a system prompt," Nan Feihuang thought smugly, "it would definitely say: Password accepted. Access granted to the Immortal Herb Vault."

"Shut your mouth!" Dugu Bo roared, his patience snapping as his hand shot out to grab Nan Feihuang by the throat.

This was his deepest secret. No one, not even his closest allies, knew about his condition. If word got out, it would leave him vulnerable to assassination during his moments of weakness.

Nan Feihuang, however, didn't flinch. "Kill me if you must, Senior. But would it solve your problem?"

Dugu Bo hesitated. The boy was right. Killing him wouldn't change anything. If Nan Feihuang had spoken the truth, the knowledge likely came from his mother. Could he go after her?

Dugu Bo dismissed the thought immediately. The Frost Lance Douluo was not an opponent he could afford to provoke. Her reputation for overpowering even the great Tang Hao spoke volumes. If she had managed to uncover his secret, she could've easily exploited his moments of vulnerability. Yet, instead of taking advantage, she had sent her son to discuss it.

"Tell me, what does your mother want in exchange for keeping this matter quiet?" Dugu Bo released his grip, his tone wary.

Nan Feihuang adjusted his collar, unaffected by the earlier confrontation. "Senior, I do have requests. But before that, allow me to offer a solution to your condition. If I can help you rid yourself of the poison, wouldn't that be fair grounds for negotiation?"

Dugu Bo was momentarily stunned before letting out a cold laugh. "A solution? You? Boy, even your mother might not be able to do what you claim. How dare you suggest such nonsense?"

"Perhaps my mother cannot," Nan Feihuang admitted, "but my master can."

"Your master?" Dugu Bo's interest was piqued. Nan Feihuang had a master? It was intriguing enough that the son of a Title Douluo would have another teacher. Whoever it was had to be extraordinary.

"Yes," Nan Feihuang affirmed. "My master, Zuo Ci, is a true sage, a celestial being who transcends worldly limitations."

Dugu Bo raised a skeptical brow. "And where is this so-called sage?"

Nan Feihuang sighed wistfully. "My master is a wanderer, ever elusive. Before his departure, he entrusted me with a method to resolve your condition. Allow me to demonstrate."

From his belongings, Nan Feihuang retrieved a manual: The Taoist Golden Body Technique.

Dugu Bo's interest deepened as he flipped through the manual. The text was filled with intricate diagrams and esoteric descriptions. His expression turned from curiosity to shock.

"This… This technique claims to grant immunity to all toxins! It's revolutionary!"

Nan Feihuang nodded. "Indeed, Senior. If practiced diligently, one can achieve a body impervious to poison."

Dugu Bo's excitement was quickly dampened by realization. "But this technique is designed for preventative use. My body is already riddled with poison. For me, it's useless. Perhaps it could help Yan-yan, as her condition is far less advanced."

Nan Feihuang's lips curled into a confident smile. "Senior, I wouldn't come to you with half-measures. There's another method, one that works even in your current state."

"Oh?" Dugu Bo's gaze sharpened. "Do tell."

"Before I do, I must ask for your cooperation," Nan Feihuang said. "Allow me to administer treatment without interference, and in exchange, I only request a fair trade for what you possess."

"What I possess?" Dugu Bo frowned, unsure of what the boy could possibly mean.

"You'll understand soon enough, Senior," Nan Feihuang replied cryptically. "But first, let's start curing your poison, shall we?"

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