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

Just as Dugu Bo was about to leave, a thought struck him, and he turned back toward Nan Feihuang.

"Oh, right, brat. You don't need to call me 'senior' anymore. I've never been fond of such formalities. If you can cure me and my granddaughter, we'll be friends from now on."

Nan Feihuang chuckled. "If I can't call you 'senior,' should I just call you 'grandpa' like Sister Yan?" he teased.

"Haha, no need for that." Dugu Bo laughed heartily. "Since we're friends, just call me 'Old Poison.' That's what those old Title Douluos of my generation call me anyway. It suits me just fine. If anything, it's a compliment to my ambition to be the greatest poison master in the world.

"Also, I wasn't joking earlier—I really can teach you some poison techniques if you're interested. Consider it a gesture of thanks. Imagine me, Old Poison, raising a 'Little Poison.' Wouldn't that be amusing?"

Nan Feihuang immediately understood why Tang San in the original story had always called Dugu Bo "Old Monster." This old man, when dealing with people he trusted, was truly laid-back.

"Alright, Old Poison it is." Nan Feihuang grinned. "If you're this easygoing, being too formal would just feel awkward."

To be honest, Nan Feihuang was intrigued by the idea of learning poison techniques.

Although the Dunjia Tian Shu had extensive knowledge of healing and antidotes, it lacked offensive poison techniques. While Nan Feihuang wouldn't make poison his primary weapon, knowing how to wield it effectively would be a significant advantage.

After all, there was nothing deadlier than a subtle, well-placed toxin.

And when it came to poison mastery, Dugu Bo was second to none on the continent. His reputation for decimating battlefields—leaving only Title Douluos standing—was well-deserved.

"So, Old Poison, since we're friends now, how about you give me a nickname too?" Nan Feihuang asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Oh? You want a nickname?" Dugu Bo stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Your dream is to become the strongest general, right? Hmm... I've got it! With the 'Fei' (fly) in your name, I'll call you 'Flying General.'"

Nan Feihuang blinked, stunned for a moment. The title "Flying General" resonated with him deeply, though it carried great weight.

Historically, only a handful of legendary figures had borne the title: Wei Qing, the Flying General of Dragon City; Li Guang, the invincible Flying General of the Han Dynasty; Lü Bu of the late Han, whose unmatched martial prowess earned him the same moniker; and Yang Ye of the Song Dynasty, the Flying General of Yang's Clan.

Every one of them was a figure of immense talent and valor. Could he live up to such a name?

"What's wrong?" Dugu Bo asked, noticing Nan Feihuang's hesitation. "Don't like it?"

Nan Feihuang shook his head. "No, it's not that. I like it very much. It's just... I feel unworthy of such a name right now."

"Hmph! What nonsense is that?" Dugu Bo scoffed. "You dream of being the greatest general, yet you doubt your worth to carry a general's title? If that's the case, your so-called ambition is nothing but empty words!"

Nan Feihuang's eyes widened. Dugu Bo's words struck him like a hammer. He was right. Why should he hold himself back? His goal was to surpass every general on this continent. When he achieved that, who would dare question his right to the name?

"You're right, Old Poison," Nan Feihuang said with renewed determination. "I'll live up to the title 'Flying General.'"

"Haha! That's more like it. From now on, I'm Old Poison, and you're the Flying General. Deal?"

"Deal!" Nan Feihuang replied, a rare sense of camaraderie forming between them.

With a hearty laugh, Dugu Bo left to fetch the supplies Nan Feihuang requested.

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As soon as Dugu Bo was gone, Nan Feihuang wasted no time.

Standing near the icy spring, his gaze locked onto a snow-white herb—a crystalline flower with eight symmetrical petals. It exuded an aura of extreme cold, frosting the surrounding vegetation.

"The Eight-Petal Ice Crystal," Nan Feihuang muttered. This plant, known for its potent ice poison, was a celestial-grade herb. Consuming it without preparation would lead to instant death from cold poison seeping into the heart.

But paired with another herb, it could become a miraculous elixir.

Turning to the other side of the spring, Nan Feihuang spotted a fiery red plant radiating scorching heat—the Blazing Delicate Apricot.

Unlike the icy herb, this one was the embodiment of fire poison. Together, the two formed a perfect yin-yang balance.

Switching to action, Nan Feihuang carefully followed the instructions from the Dunjia Tian Shu. He first used his jade dagger to sever the Blazing Delicate Apricot, as its fiery poison would corrode any other material. Then, with a precise slash of his Fangtian Halberd, he harvested the Eight-Petal Ice Crystal.

Bringing the two herbs together, Nan Feihuang didn't hesitate. Knowing the brief window during which their auras neutralized each other, he popped both herbs into his mouth simultaneously.

The moment the celestial plants melted on his tongue, an incredible surge of power erupted within him. A fiery-red and icy-blue light engulfed his body as he began to glow like a living flame and frost.

Without delay, Nan Feihuang stripped off his shirt and dove into the central pool of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The alternating hot and cold energies surged into his body as he entered a deep meditative state. The herbs' potency combined with the well's unique energies to temper his Ghost God Physique, refining his bones, muscles, and internal organs.

Although the excruciating pain from the extreme forces clashing within him was nearly unbearable, Nan Feihuang clenched his teeth and endured. He knew this was his path to unparalleled strength.

This was only the beginning. Once his body adapted to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's power, he'd move on to his next step—further tempering his soul and body with other celestial treasures.

With each step carefully planned, Nan Feihuang was resolute. To become the continent's ultimate general, he would spare no effort and endure any trial.