Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 263 Clearing the Name
"Absurd!" I scoffed.

Faced with Han Tao's questioning, Tang San calmly replied, "The Yinming Needle is a hidden weapon of mine!"

The bones and skin on her fingers were as white as jade. She gently rubbed the burning powder and applied it to the man's wound.

"I think."

The man struggled: "I can try his treatment plan, like that bottle of salamander saliva!"

The man pointed at Han Tao, his voice weak, as he gestured to Tang San.

He was unwilling to have a piece of his flesh cut off.

Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately became displeased: "How dare you question me?"

"Do you even know who my teacher is? How dare you question me?"

Seeing his stern questioning, the man felt a slight sense of fear.

After all, the Peacock Feather from not long ago was created by Tang San.

"Oh?"

An elderly man dressed in a black robe approached and asked curiously, "Whom did you study under?"

"Among the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent, the Nine-Hearted Begonia is the most outstanding in terms of healing. In terms of pharmacological research, Elder Ju of the Spirit Hall has formed his own school."

"Among the four single-attribute families, the Breaking Clan is renowned for its pharmacology. They were recently recruited by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so I believe that my friend Han Tao can detoxify."

"As for you," the old man said with a suspicious look, "removing your own poison is nothing special!"

Tang San proudly declared, "I am a disciple of Yu Xiaogang!"

The contempt in his eyes was palpable. What kind of bullshit "Broken Clan" was that? Elder Ju, who was neither human nor ghost, was far less impressive than the title of "Master".
The old man's lips twitched slightly. "Yu Xiaogang"

After a moment of stunned silence, he finally shook his head.

"I originally thought it was just a charlatan idiot, but a while ago..."

With Tang San at the center, discussions arose all around.

Some time ago, Han Tao won the championship of the National Advanced Elite Soul Master Competition by using the "Multi-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill" and unleashing the [Blue Silver] skill.

Yu Xiaogang claimed that he developed the "Multi-Dimensional Martial Soul Fusion Skill," which made him famous.

"Han Tao!" Tang San demanded angrily.

"If it weren't for the master's theories, how could you have won the championship? They question the master's theories, why don't you stand up for him?"

Shrek Academy is quite adept at moral blackmail, and Tang San uses it with ease.

Ye Lingling and Xue Qinghe were very curious, so they raised their eyebrows and listened to Han Tao's words.

"It's just a transaction!" Han Tao sighed softly.

He obtained the secret method of bloodline tracing and acquired the high-level bloodline of the "Golden Sacred Dragon," while Yu Xiaogang gained fame and reversed his reputation in the Douluo Continent.

"The innocent are innocent, I don't think there's any need to vindicate it!" Han Tao waved his hand in refusal.

Seeing Han Tao's expression, Tang San became extremely angry: "Hmph!"

"Ungrateful wretch, greedy for life and fame!"

"The master misjudged you, which is why he revealed such a valuable theory to you!"

With a fierce determination, and fueled by his surging soul power, the Dragon Beard Needle was etched into a sharp shape.

Perhaps it was a case of "learning from one's mistakes," because Tang San didn't throw the Dragon Beard Needle at Han Tao as a hidden weapon. Instead, he firmly grasped it with his fair, jade-like right hand.

"Once that piece of flesh is removed, the poison will naturally dissipate!"

Tang San looked at the man at his feet, his voice soft but chilling to the bone.

The poisoned man tried to struggle.

"Humph!"

"Blue silver entanglement!"

Blue silver grass that emerged from all around him bound his body tightly, and the dragon whisker needle in his hand transformed into an extremely sharp scalpel, slicing casually across his body.

"Ah!" he screamed in agony. The poisoned blood and muscle were peeled away under the control of the Dragon Beard Needles.

The horrific sound drew everyone's attention, and Xue Qinghe looked up at him.

Soon after, Tang San finished his operation: "Everyone, please excuse my poor performance!"

He stood up, gently wiped the bloodstains from his clothes, displaying the composure expected of a member of the Tang Clan:

"It's obvious that I helped him clear the toxins!"

As promised by Xue Qinghe, he should pay homage to Emperor Xue Ye and cure him of his poison.

Of course, detoxification is not the goal.

Tang San and Emperor Xue Ye had a grudge against each other, so it was impossible for Tang San to help a so-called monarch who was "already courting death" and do some nonsense about being a benevolent doctor!

Qian Renxue frowned slightly, her heart filled with conflict.
Breaking the promise would be inconsistent with the essence of his six-winged angel martial soul, which is justice. Therefore, he did not refute it at the moment, but waited for the situation to change.

"Hearing about Emperor Xueye's situation, I can roughly deduce that he has been poisoned!" Tang San added.

"Ridiculous!" A lush green figure slowly approached.

Seeing Tang San's attitude, he immediately felt dissatisfied: "He can cure the poison he made himself, and he dares to brag about it?"

"Given your status, how did you know that Emperor Xueye was poisoned, and how were you so certain that you could cure this poison? Could it be..."

Poison Douluo confidently guessed: "This poison was administered by you!"

"Hmph!" Tang San snorted disdainfully.

"yes."

The young man began his speculation: "Tang San killed Prince Xue Beng, and since they already had a grudge against the Heaven Dou Empire, he had a perfect motive to poison him."

"No, this doesn't make sense. He has no way of contacting Emperor Xueye, how could he possibly poison him?"

"And then, what's the point of going here to treat Emperor Xueye?"

Han Tao chuckled lightly: "Vast Ocean Universe Cover!"

Because of Han Tao's guidance, Tang San's behavior, motives, and next direction were all reasonably deduced, leading him to an inexplicable turning point.

Qian Renxue listened to the discussions of the crowd with a puzzled expression.

"Could it really be him?"

"Pah!" She shook her head.

The poison that Emperor Xueye was afflicted with was clearly from Yang Wushuang's "Seven-Colored Splendor," a result he himself had arranged. How could they have led him astray?
Then, she looked at Tang San with her bright eyes and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Tang San remained unmoved: "It's nothing but the jealousy of a bunch of ants."

In the Douluo Continent, strength ultimately prevails. Slander can crush a fragile heart, but it cannot harm oneself.

My heart is already ice-cold and cannot be shaken by any external will.

"No matter how they slander me."

“But my knowledge of poison preparation and antidote techniques is unmatched by theirs.” His expression was exceptionally firm: “Therefore, only I can save your father!”

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, Poison Douluo slightly stroked his chin, exchanged a glance with Han Tao, and then a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Since you think you have a great ability to detoxify, then take a look and see if this poison can be cured?"

Poison Douluo threw out an object of extreme ice.

This is a tiny, insignificant portion of the medicinal power extracted from a magical herb with icy properties.

"A magical herb." Tang San was suddenly startled.

Looking at Poison Douluo with greed in his eyes, he quickly asked, "Where did you get this?"

Poison Douluo casually waved his hand: "Don't worry about these things, and you have no right to trace the origin. Tell me, can you cure this poison?"

Tang San's eyes lit up, and a plan formed in his mind.

(End of this chapter)