pertwk Chapter 17 Master, you're so bad!
Chapter 17 Master, you're so bad!
Chapter 17 Master, you're so bad...
Boom boom boom!
"Is the mistress here?" Yu Xiaogang's voice carried a hint of anticipation.
"Come in." He straightened his clothes, trying to regain his composure as a master.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man reeking of grease walked in. This was Yu Xiaogang, who, despite being called a master, was actually just a theoretical scholar (who only cared about theory, regardless of right or wrong).
However, he was confident in his abilities and believed that only he could cultivate true strongmen.
"Hello, Master! Wow, you've gotten even fatter in just a few days!" Xiao Wu skipped into the room cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She exuded a refreshing aura, a stark contrast to Yu Xiaogang.
"Ahem, the food in the cafeteria has been pretty good lately, so I ate a little too much." Yu Xiaogang coughed awkwardly, trying to cover up his "obesity" problem.
"Xiao Wu, I've been observing you for a long time," Yu Xiaogang said seriously, a hint of mystery in his eyes.
As expected of a master, he turned his back to Xiao Wu and Tang San and said in a profound and enigmatic manner.
"Oh? Observing me? Hmm, Master, you don't have any bad habits, do you?" Xiao Wu stared wide-eyed at the master with a curious expression.
"Smelting copper is illegal. If I go to the Spirit Hall's enforcement team, you'll go to jail," Xiao Wu said, slowly backing away to the door, her eyes filled with vigilance.
"You have innate full soul power, but your martial soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit," Yu Xiaogang said expressionlessly, seemingly unaffected by Xiao Wu's words.
"Cough cough cough..." Yu Xiaogang's eyes twitched when he heard what Xiao Wu said, and he coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.
"I've looked up a lot of information. The Soft Bone Rabbit is a useless martial soul, just like the Blue Silver Grass. Under normal circumstances, it's impossible for a Soft Bone Rabbit to have innate full soul power unless the martial soul mutates," Yu Xiaogang explained calmly, his eyes firm and focused.
"I've observed your battles with others. Your martial soul hasn't mutated. After ruling out all possibilities, I've concluded that you, like Xiao San, possess twin martial souls." The master still didn't turn around. He gazed at the beautiful scenery outside the window, analyzing slowly and deliberately.
"Huh? You're saying Sister Xiaowu's little rabbit is a useless martial soul?" Xiaowu's face instantly darkened upon hearing this, her eyes widening in anger.
"Yes, the number of Soft Bone Rabbits is second only to Blue Silver Grass. More than 99% of Soft Bone Rabbits live for less than a hundred years. Thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbits are extremely rare, and ten-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbits are unheard of. It is evident that the Soft Bone Rabbit's bloodline is not high. However, I believe that there are only useless Soul Masters, not useless Martial Souls. Even a Soft Bone Rabbit with a useless Martial Soul can cultivate to the Title Douluo level as long as it is willing to work hard." The Grandmaster said as he turned around, passionately expounding his views.
Tang San nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining with admiration: "Teacher is absolutely right!" He deeply agreed with the master's theory and was also full of confidence in the future.
However, just as the master was feeling smug, a pink figure suddenly rushed towards him from behind at incredible speed. Before the master could react, he heard a muffled thud.
—"Bang!" The pink figure slammed hard into the master's chest.
The immense impact shattered the chair behind the master into pieces, and the master collapsed to the ground clutching his chest, writhing in pain, unable to utter a sound. His face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Wow, Master, you're so weak!" Xiao Wu skipped back to her original spot, clapped her hands, and looked at Yu Xiaogang with a mischievous grin.
Yu Xiaogang looked embarrassed. He hadn't expected Xiao Wu to be so powerful that she could easily knock him to the ground.
"Hehe, I just wanted to test your skills, Master," Xiao Wu said with a smile. Her voice was clear and melodious, making people feel happy just listening to it.
"Xiao Wu, are you... Teacher, are you alright?"
Tang San pointed at Xiao Wu, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. Looking at Xiao Wu's adorable appearance, he couldn't bring himself to harm her.
At this moment, not far outside the room, Tang Hao, dressed in a black robe, was quietly watching all of this.
His face was extremely grim, and he muttered to himself, "How can this master be so unreliable? Is it really okay to let him teach mistresses?"
Meanwhile, Arou, who was hiding in the shadows silently protecting Xiaowu, was also blushing. Looking at Xiaowu's lively and adorable appearance, she thought Xiaowu was becoming more and more cute.
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Sunset Forest!
"Chrysanthemums wither, leaving only sorrow on the ground; fallen petals break one's heart!"
"Old Poisoner, so what if you broke through level 93? You're still no good!"
A magnificent chrysanthemum, tens of meters tall, appeared in mid-air, resembling a giant flower plate and radiating dazzling light. Countless petals drifted down from the sky, like a dazzling rain of flowers. However, behind this beautiful scene lurked endless danger.
Beneath the chrysanthemums lay a giant blue serpent, its body enormous and ferocious, covered in a layer of hard scales. When petals drifted down upon it, it opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a thick cloud of poisonous gas.
The poisonous gas was highly corrosive, seemingly capable of melting everything. Surprisingly, however, the petals were not affected; they continued to dance in the air, like graceful fairies.
"Old man, you'll find out if I can do it or not by trying." Despite feeling a little uneasy, he still tried to appear calm and replied.
Although I am not as strong as Chrysanthemum Douluo, I absolutely cannot lose to him in terms of momentum.
After all, he is a Title Douluo, how could he easily show weakness?
At this moment, Dugu Bo's heart was filled with anxiety and worry, because he clearly realized the huge gap between himself and Chrysanthemum Douluo. His soul power was almost depleted, and if he continued fighting, he would probably find it difficult to hold on until the very end.
However, he was unwilling to bow down to Chrysanthemum Douluo, so he could only use stubbornness to cover up his weakness.
"Tsk, how annoying. Oh well, I didn't come here to see you. I'm just curious when you got rid of your poison, Old Poison Master?" Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. He seemed unconcerned about Dugu Bo's resistance, but rather intrigued by the changes in him.
As longtime rivals who have loved and hated each other for decades, Chrysanthemum Douluo knows Dugu Bo's situation well. He knows that Dugu Bo's body contains a deadly poison that even he himself cannot cure.
This is why Dugu Bo has remained at level 91 for so many years and has been unable to break through to level 93.
Over the years, Dugu Bo has been plagued by a deadly poison, requiring him to constantly suppress it with his soul power. As a result, the time he can dedicate to cultivation has been greatly reduced.
However, Dugu Bo was not discouraged or succumbed to this. He firmly believed that given enough time and opportunity, he would be able to overcome this difficulty and achieve his goal.
"Who am I? I am Poison Douluo! How could mere poison possibly defeat me?"
With a furious shout, Dugu Bo withdrew from his Martial Soul True Body state and reverted to his original appearance. A hint of arrogance lingered on his face, as if he were brimming with confidence in himself.
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at him and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, you old poisoner, you really know how to flatter yourself! I've known all about your tricks for a long time, why bother being so stubborn?"
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo's expression darkened, but he quickly regained his composure. He scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, what do you know? My methods are not something you people can easily see through. But since you don't want to hear it, then forget it. We'll meet again someday. I hope you'll have improved by the time we meet next time." With that, Dugu Bo turned and left, leaving Chrysanthemum Douluo alone, lost in thought.
"Damn, this old chrysanthemum's strength has improved so fast."
Dugu Bo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said irritably.
Having been humiliated for decades, Dugu Bo was extremely unhappy. He thought that after eating the immortal herb and approaching level 94, he could finally avenge his defeat, but he never expected that this old chrysanthemum was already level 94.
The son-in-law is right; while he is improving, others are improving as well.
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*sobs* I don't want to work hard anymore.
(End of this chapter)