Douluo: Wuhun Jinguang, I just want to add money

Chapter 37: Convincing Dugu Bo to join the Dao League

They cry out without fatigue or thirst:
"The sky is dead, the Dao Court should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is blessed!"

Even the slaves nearby began to follow suit and started shouting:
"The sky is dead, the Dao Court should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is blessed!"

Dugu Bo, who was standing by, was shocked by this scene.

He didn't know what Qin Feng was going to do, but this was clearly a path of no return, and he couldn't just watch Qin Feng die.

Dugu Bo quickly pulled Qin Feng to a corner and asked hastily, "Feng boy, are you crazy? It's fine if they are just fooling around, but why are you following them?"

Qin Feng looked carefree, patted his hand away, and said calmly: "Old Du, you have already stepped into the realm of Titled Douluo. You can probably guess that there is still a way to go above the title, right?"

Dugu Bo looked solemn. Although he could feel that there seemed to be a road above, it was definitely a road to heaven.
It is almost impossible to achieve.

Qin Feng looked into the distance and said, "Have you heard the story of the founder of the Spirit Hall?"

Dugu Bo sighed and said, "Of course I know. Back then, the ancestors of the Spirit Hall appeared out of nowhere, suppressed the heroes from all sides, liberated the slaves, and eventually ascended to become gods."

"As far as I know, the Angel God relies on faith to become a god."

"But this is just a legend. No one knows whether it is true or not."

Dugu Bo's implication was that Qin Feng should not take it seriously.

"But whether it's true or not, you have to try it yourself, right?"

"Don't you want to take a peek at the scenery above the clouds?"

"Can you bear to be called the weakest Title Douluo in the world by outsiders?"

"Don't you want to prove yourself?"

Looking at Qin Feng's confident and ambitious eyes.

Dugu Bo secretly swallowed his saliva and thought for a long time.

To be honest, Qin Feng's words really touched his heart.

He made up his mind and gritted his teeth: "Feng kid, I'm going to fight you! There may be a place for my Dugu family in this world!"

"Good, decisive enough, worthy of being called Poison Master."

Qin Feng exclaimed.

Hearing this, Dugu Bo's face inexplicably became a little irritated.

From this moment on.

Dugu Bo felt that compared with Qin Feng, he, a Titled Douluo, was like a rookie!
Afterwards, Qin Feng gathered everyone together and announced one thing: "Chen Guang, I want you to take all these people to the Holy Soul Village in Notting City safely. Can you do it?"

Chen Guang said excitedly: "I will not fail your mission."

Qin Feng waved his hand: "You don't have to call me Sir, just call me Master."

Chen Guang said seriously: "Yes, Master!"

Qin Feng had no choice but to let him go.

Then, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter and handed it to Chen Guang: "Give this letter to Village Chief Jack, he will understand."

Without waiting for Chen Guang to agree, Qin Feng reminded him again: "Remember, you must strictly regulate the guards and never bully men or women."

He was well aware of the reasons why many peasant uprisings in previous lives had failed. Many of them were due to unclear military discipline, which ultimately led to the demoralization of the people.

Qin Feng’s purpose is not just to rebel, his goal is faith.

The Angel God is able to become a first-level god just by relying on the faith of Douluo Continent.

If Qin Feng takes over the faith of the Sun and the Moon, and the faiths of the two continents are united, can he become the God King?

Qin Feng thought so.

When he came to his senses, Chen Guang and others had already left.

Qin Feng and Dugu Bo looked at each other and flew towards Xingluo again.

……

Soon, the two landed in Longxing City of the Xingluo Empire.

After asking around on the street for a while, the two headed straight towards the end of the city.

Destroy the clan.

Since separating from the Haotian Sect, the Pozhi Clan has lost its source of income and can only rely on its knowledge of pharmacology to make a living.

Although we are not rich, we have enough food and clothing.

Compared with the Po clan, the Min clan next door even has problems getting food.

Soon, an old mansion appeared in front of them, with two guards holding spears standing at the door.

Qin Feng clasped his fists and said, "Please inform them that Poison Douluo Dugu Bo is here to visit."

When the guards heard that it was a Titled Douluo coming to visit, they did not dare to neglect them and immediately invited the two into the mansion, then hurriedly ran to inform the clan leader Yang Wudi.

Not long after, a man with a gloomy temperament and a resolute face walked over.

Yang Wudi's sharp eyes fell on the two people, and then he bowed slightly and saluted: "I am Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po Yi clan. Welcome to my humble home. I wonder which one of you is His Majesty the Poison Douluo?"

Dugu Bo did not reply, but released nine soul rings easily.

The strong pressure intimidated me.

Yang Wudi changed his previous cold attitude and said softly: "I wonder what your Majesty wants from my Poyi clan? If it is my clan that has offended your Majesty, I would like to apologize to your Majesty first."

As he said this, he prepared to perform a great ceremony.

Obviously, to him, his people are everything. As long as he can save the lives of his people, he would be willing to sacrifice his dignity.

Qin Feng quickly stopped him and smiled calmly: "Senior Yang, you are too polite. We are not here to ask for punishment. We just want to ask you for a favor."

Yang Wudi frowned and glanced at Dugu Bo. Seeing that he had no objection, he was surprised and shocked.

His Majesty actually completely obeys the little guy in front of him.

Yang Wudi said in a deep voice: "Young friend, if you have any important matters, please feel free to tell me. If it is something particularly difficult, I'm sorry that I can't agree to it."

Qin Feng chuckled and said, "It's not a particularly difficult thing. We heard that your Poyi clan is the best in the world in pharmacology and has collected many precious herbal books. Is that true?"

No one doesn't like to be flattered.

Especially Yang Wudi, who sees that the clan is more important than his own life.

He said cheerfully, "That is the principle of medicine and poison of my Po Yi clan. If you consider yourself second, no one dares to claim to be first."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo on the side felt inexplicably unhappy.

You claim to be the best in poison theory in front of me, Poison Douluo?

But for Qin Feng's sake, he didn't show it.

Then Yang Wudi walked into the attic, took out a pile of herbal books, and said, "The precious herbal books you want are all here, you can look through them at will."

Qin Feng looked through it and found that there was no record of the magical herb he wanted.

I guess Yang Wudi is hiding his abilities.

Qin Feng shook his head and said frankly: "Senior Yang, these ordinary books are not what we need."

Yang Wudi's mouth twitched, and he asked solemnly, "Could it be that you want the immortal grass book?"

"That's right." Qin Feng nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this. This is a classic book passed down by my Yang family ancestors."

Yang Wudi refused without even thinking about it.

Qin Feng curled his lips and chuckled: "Senior Yang, don't you want to know what the reward I give you is?"

"There is no way Yang Wudi will agree to any reward."

"Even if I, Yang Wudi, die and jump from there, I will never be able to give you the Book of Immortal Herbs."

Yang Wudi spoke righteously, pointing to the high mountains and steep cliffs in the distance, his face full of determination, as if nothing could shake him.

(End of this chapter)