Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 284 The Torture Master
Hearing Tang San's defense, Han Tao smiled calmly.

"Is what he said true?"

Xue Qinghe, however, felt a sense of fear.

Han Tao shook his head and took out a manuscript from his soul tool, which contained a summary of the analysis of medicinal materials and data:
"His toxicology skills are decent, but they're still limited to the basics of medicinal herbs and their mixtures."

The Spirit Hall once recruited Yang Wushuang of the Breaking Clan, and there are some records of mixed pharmacology in it. Qian Renxue retorted in confusion: "Isn't all pharmacology like this?"

"In pharmacology, the simplest concept is the combination of medicinal properties and their interactions. This involves using certain instruments to extract the medicinal properties from medicinal materials and then mixing them together."

"The more complex ones involve the integration of the medicinal herbs as a whole, and going a step further, we need to take into account the bloodline and martial spirit of the Soul Master."

Han Tao tried to explain the pharmacology in the simplest way possible.

But when he saw Qian Renxue's bewildered expression, he realized he was talking to a brick wall.

"The powder from sunflowers is based on this theory."

Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possesses a strong "solar power," and with the help of Sunflower Powder, she enhances her ability to dissolve "fire elements," thus protecting her from the poison of the Yin-Yang Needles.

"You've said so much," Xue Qinghe frowned, "In short, your pharmacology skills are superior to his?"

"Of course!"

Han Tao nodded confidently.

the other side,
Hearing Tang San's complicated explanation, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to believe his disciple.

"Let's begin, your master can hold back!"

However, Gangzi overestimated his willpower.

Tang San crouched down, wielding his blade to peel away piece after piece of flesh and tissue.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a series of screams, but it didn't last long before he collapsed and fainted.

"Useless!" Poison Douluo said indifferently.

"Can't even withstand this little bit of pain? You really are a pampered good-for-nothing from a major sect. How dare you call yourself a 'master'?"

Tang San's face turned bitter.

Actually, the master's fainting was partly due to his own reasons.

Because he had previously overexerted himself, he had significant flaws in controlling his strength when performing such a highly precise surgery.

Beneath the blade, dozens of enormous wounds were visible on the master's lower back.

Blood dripped down the skin and onto the ground, making an embarrassing "drip-drip" sound.

"Grandmaster!"

"Master, hold on! I can definitely save you!"

Tang San wielded the blade while calling out to Yu Xiaogang.

Under his control, the flowing blood and muscle rotted into a lump, so disgusting that it was hard to look at.

"Ah!"

Poison Douluo chuckled dismissively: "As expected of a good disciple taught by the Grandmaster."

The tone was subtle, making it difficult to detect any sarcasm.
"Your treatment methods match your words."

"Don't bother me!" Tang San waved his hand and pushed Dugu Bo away.

At this moment, he didn't care about the strength of the other man; all he cared about was his beloved master.

Perhaps it was Poison Douluo's taunts that stirred up Tang San's anger, and under the influence of his emotions, Tang San's fingers became unusually firm this time.

The scalpel flashed, and the surgery was completed.

"That's it!"

He stood close to the master and whispered devoutly in his ear, "Master, the toxins have been cleared away."

The call from the Blade of Intimacy barely pulled Yu Xiaogang back from the brink of death, and his fingers twitched slightly.

Poison Douluo frowned slightly: "He survived?"

"This is quite an eye-opener for me. How could your teacher survive under such circumstances?"

"How should I put it? I feel that the description of being blessed with good fortune and a long life is inappropriate. It should be that the wicked live on for a thousand years."

He remarked casually that he was about to pop in the champagne, but he never expected Yu Xiaogang to actually survive. Not far away, Han Tao also shook his head.

"Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline"

"Although I couldn't change your talent, strength, or predicament, you truly deserve the title of 'master' when it comes to your ability to withstand beatings."

Seeing his master's deep, bone-piercing wound, Tang San suddenly remembered that he seemed to possess a healing soul skill.

He quickly activated his soul skill, and the healing light of the thousand-year-old begonia flower slowly fell on Yu Xiaogang.

"Damn it!"

Tang San felt annoyed: "If I had used that soul skill on myself back then, perhaps Grandmaster wouldn't have been so badly injured."

Although a thousand-year-old crabapple blossom does not possess the microscopic power to repair meridians.

However, the treatment was extremely effective at the macro level, and under the influence of the light, the trauma behind the master gradually subsided.

The blood stopped dripping.

The master slowly opened his eyes, and the excruciating pain in his back and the weakness caused by blood loss once again came into his perception.

It wanted to scream, but could only make a "woo-woo" sound.

Poison Douluo Ming looked at Tang San and said, "This soul skill is quite well chosen!"

Upon hearing his praise, Yu Xiaogang, extremely weak and panting heavily, coughed as he spoke, but did not forget to attribute the credit to himself: "Of course!"

"This...this was carefully selected, custom-made for Blue Silver Grass."

It never mentioned that its choice of spirit rings was based on Han Tao's, but instead claimed all the fame.

"Master, please don't speak yet!"

"This is your achievement, I understand!" Tang San grasped the master's hands.

Two weak, dirty hands clasped tightly together, and Tang San's expression subtly revealed a hint of emotion:

"I never imagined that even on his deathbed, the master was still thinking of his Blue Silver Grass, while I had overlooked his good intentions."

Poison Douluo waved his hand: "Alright!"

"Don't put on that master-disciple show here."

"Tang San, you've cured the poison that afflicted the master. I'll consider you to have passed this first hurdle."

In fact,
Poison Douluo didn't care about any test at all, because Tang San had already cured the poison of the Yinming Needle before.

His purpose in doing this was merely to torment Yu Xiaogang under the guise of a bet.

"Now you can tell me how to cure the poison I've been afflicted with?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San finally felt relieved.

"The poison has seeped into your bones, and it won't be easy to cure. But after all, I'm a disciple of a master, so I retain absolute professionalism in terms of theory."

Tang San spoke confidently, while Grandmaster arrogantly raised his head, the two responding to each other.

Yu Xiaogang: "Realgar can neutralize the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King, and that's what I discovered."

Dugu Bo waved his hand, shoving aside the petty fellow Yu Xiaogang, and then stared into Tang San's eyes: "Tell me the details!"

Feeling a chill from his gaze, Tang San stammered, "Simple, just find a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone."

"Only by injecting the toxins that your body can hardly bear into the soul bone can the effects of the toxins on you be alleviated."

"Oh?" Dugu Bo asked with slight curiosity.

Tang San added, "And I happen to know the whereabouts of a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone."

As Yu Xiaogang listened to his apprentice's words, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a certain thought arose in his mind.

Pointing at Han Tao, he exclaimed, "It's him!"

"Han Tao won the championship of the National Elite Soul Master Competition. The champion's reward is three ten-thousand-year soul bones. As the captain, he can definitely take all of them."

Tang San was secretly pleased with himself.

Now, his father is being interfered with by the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and is unable to help him.

But what if, with the help of Poison Douluo...
If we capture Han Tao, wouldn't we be able to use him to command the princes and force Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi to give way?
Thinking this, Tang San's smile became inexplicable:
"With your strength as a Title Douluo, you could easily capture Han Tao and forcibly seize this ten-thousand-year-old soul bone!"

Yu Xiaogang: "Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo are already being held back by Haotian Douluo; time is of the essence."

(End of this chapter)