Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 262 Another Frame-Up
Han Tao, standing in the distance, wore a slight smile.

Directly in front of me was an exceptionally obese middle-aged man.

Isn't that exactly the shield that was overturned by the lightning and fire needles within the illusion?

It fell to the ground, letting out a pitiful groan: "Help me!"

"Aren't you a healing soul master? Heal yourself?" Ye Lingling said softly.

Tang San looked down at his palm and saw that the peacock feather, which had been formed from 365 sharp hidden weapons, had vanished.

In a daze, it was as if the scene from the past was being replayed.

"This is..." Tang San took two steps back.

A great fear arose in his heart. He looked around and saw many doctors and soul masters lying in pools of blood.

"Damn it, I've been restrained!"

The Purple Demon Eye is the natural enemy of illusions, and illusions are also the natural enemy of hidden weapons.

Because you never know where your prized hidden weapon might end up in the illusion.

"No, I didn't do it!" he roared.

But what greeted them were the cold gazes of the guards and the chief eunuch, and the fear and vigilance revealed in their expressions.

"What kind of weapon is this?!"

The chief eunuch's voice trembled, no longer sharp as before, and even a foul stench emanated from his crotch.

He kept instructing the guards, "Hurry, hurry!"

"Inform the Crown Prince about the situation here and request that he mobilize the army."

The guard's tears hadn't even dried yet when he heard the chief eunuch's order, and after glancing at Tang San not far away, he pretended not to hear it and remained motionless like a statue.

How much money is it? Why are you working so hard?
"no need!"

Just then, Xue Qinghe's calm voice came from outside.

Even though the recording stone was destroyed, she could still receive the message.

If the defenses were not tight, how could they have been able to maintain their disguise in the Heavenly Dou Empire for so long?

It can only be said that Yu Xiaogang's plan was full of flaws, but the master cannot be entirely blamed, because in the intellectual battle of the vast forces, it really doesn't rank among the top.

"Because these healing soul masters can heal Father, you attacked them?"

Xue Qinghe stared at Tang San's face, his tone indifferent and lifeless: "Because you are well-versed in the laws of the Heaven Dou Empire, even if you kill some civilians and doctors, the empire cannot punish the Soul Master?"

"I didn't do it. I was influenced by the illusion, which caused me to activate the hidden weapon!"

Tang San pointed at Han Tao: "It's him! Arrest him quickly, and then make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School compensate me for my hidden weapon materials!"

Xue Qinghe turned to look at Han Tao.

She actually had a vague premonition that Han Tao was indeed responsible, but she wanted to hear his side of the story.

It can be done in a timely manner.
"Absurd!" Prince Xuexing walked in, his expression furious.
"Tang San, don't treat us like fools!"

Xue Qinghe looked at him in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason!" Tang San sneered.

"I think," he defended himself, "it's because of Prince Avalanche's death that they want to frame me!"

Prince Xuexing waved his hand: "I'm not framing you, I have evidence!"

His Highness the Crown Prince looked over with a puzzled expression. Han Tao, with his wisdom and composure, clearly understood that the situation was within his expectations.

"Do you still remember the secret technique he gave to my brother?"

Xue Qinghe did recall this detail.

Her father had also passed on the secret technique to her, but the power of the Purple Clouds absorbed by the technique conflicted with the source of faith of the six-winged angels, so he had no choice but to abandon it.

Ye Lingling asked curiously, "Is there any connection between the two?"

Prince Xuexing's expression turned serious. Ye Lingling's martial soul was the Nine-Hearted Begonia, undoubtedly the strongest healing-type martial soul. Even if she might not be able to save Emperor Xueye, he had to make a gesture for the sake of his status as a prince.

He confidently assured them, "This secret technique can see through all illusions!"

"I've already cultivated to the second stage, 'Microscopic Insight.' How about that, Tang San? Didn't expect that, did you?"

Looking at Tang San, he said with a contemptuous smile, "What nonsense about being controlled by an illusion? It's utterly absurd and laughable."

Tang San's face was awkward and stiff. The Purple Demon Eye was indeed said to be able to break through all illusions, and he had indeed passed on the secret technique to Emperor Xue Ye.

"No"

"Why such a coincidence?" The perfectly placed details refuted his own argument.

"Why is Heaven so unfair to me?"

I have a vague feeling that something is targeting me.

He glanced suspiciously at Prince Xue Xing, Xue Qinghe, and Han Tao.

Without reaching any conclusion, an idea suddenly popped into my head: "Perhaps I should ask a master!"

"With your wisdom, Master, you must be able to help me find the reason!"

On the ground, the woman, whose body had been half blown off by the lightning needles, screamed in agony: "Don't, don't rush to assign blame!"

Blood, minced flesh, and the ground clung together, creating an extremely disgusting scene that caused Prince Snowstar to take two steps back.

"Please, please save me!"

She was breathing heavily, her voice broken and intermittent.

"Yep!"

Xue Qinghe nodded and looked at the other doctors, soul masters, and pharmacists.

He instructed, "There are many wounded here. The time has come to test your medical skills. If you pass the test, I will take you to meet Emperor Xueye."

Given the large number of people in the side hall, this method of selection seemed appropriate and reasonable to them.

"First Soul Skill: Healing!"

Ye Lingling waved her arms, and the old man's waist wound in front of her healed.

“Okay!” Xue Qinghe nodded.

Other healing soul masters followed suit and began to activate their own soul skills.

"I'm a pharmacist, I know how to detoxify but not how to treat!" the shifty-eyed man said discontentedly.

Xue Qinghe sneered: "The wounded here don't just have external injuries, some are also suffering from severe poisoning. Why don't you go and treat them?"

The shifty-eyed man looked embarrassed: "I've never seen this type of toxin before, but I know about others."

Tang San suddenly raised his head, seemingly having caught a flaw in Xue Qinghe's words, and quickly replied, "You said it yourself, Your Highness!"

“Once a word is spoken, it’s hard to chase it back!”

Helping Emperor Xueye detoxify is the most important thing His Highness the Crown Prince needs to do.

Using the prevailing circumstances to formulate his own plans, Tang San helped Emperor Xueye detoxify himself, which was the "prevailing circumstances" he was coerced into doing.

No matter what Xue Qinghe was thinking, as long as she demonstrated her ability to detoxify, he would be unable to hold her accountable for her mistakes or make things difficult for her.

"Oh?" He looked at Tang San with a puzzled expression.

"I also understand pharmacology. I was recommended by Yuexuan and I can detoxify!" Tang San quickly replied.

Removing the poison from one's own hidden weapon is, of course, not difficult at all.

Moreover, helping the injured can reduce suspicion against oneself, even though it's already a done deal.

"What do you think?"

Xue Qinghe glanced at Prince Xue Xing.

"Uh," the prince's expression also froze.

Having witnessed firsthand the numerous figures lying in pools of blood, he couldn't help but ask himself, "What kind of terrifying weapon is this?"

Yes, he was terrified. He couldn't accept the possibility of Tang San doing something like that to him.

Xue Xingqin took two steps back: "You decide for yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

Xue Qinghe nodded and said, "Okay!"

Tang San, with a joyful expression, approached a man and noticed the sky-blue stiffness at the wound site.

"As expected, it was the poison from the Yinming Needle."

The prepared powder was poured onto the wound, and as the powder was evenly applied, the terrifying poison was neutralized.

Tang San squatted down and warned him, "This piece of flesh needs to be severed from the wrist!"

"No need!" Han Tao offered the opposite suggestion.

He picked up a Yinming Needle, carefully examined its material, and then concluded: "It is an extremely cold and potent poison, which can be neutralized by a slight fire attribute."

He retrieved "fire lizard saliva" from the soul tool; this was surplus material that Han Tao had saved for the evolution of Blue Silver Grass.

(End of this chapter)