Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, grants me the power to bring the dead back to

Chapter 502 Extra: Qian Renxue, shouldn't you change your tune?

The day after the wedding.

Tianxing Academy.

The back mountain.

The morning sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, and the blue silver grass swayed gently in the morning breeze.

In the courtyard.

Ah Yin was sitting at the stone table.

Looking at the two people in front of me.

left.

Xiao Ruier.

right.

A thousand feet of snow.

atmosphere----

It's a bit subtle.

Especially Qian Renxue.

Today, unusually, she wasn't wearing her usual gold dress, but rather a simple white and gold robe.

Her long hair was loose.

His expression remained aloof.

Just at this moment.

That once stunningly beautiful face, which wouldn't falter even in the face of a thousand troops, now looked noticeably unnatural.

the reason is simple.

She didn't know what to call Ah Yin.

Last night was too chaotic.

Xiong Jun started a commotion there.

Xiao Ruier suddenly prepared a wedding dress for her.

Then, inexplicably—

She really got married.

By the time I realized what was happening...

The wedding is over.

It's the second day now.

According to human tradition.

It's time to meet the elders.

Xiao Ruier, on the other hand, seemed quite natural.

I picked up the teacup in front of me.

"Mother."

"Have some tea."

Ah Yin immediately burst into laughter.

"it is good."

She took the tea.

I took a sip.

Then he took out a jade bracelet that had been prepared beforehand.

"Here, take this."

Xiao Ruier was stunned for a moment.

"Mother, what is this?"

"Nothing particularly valuable."

Ah Yin smiled and said, "Back when I was still the Blue Silver Emperor, I accidentally obtained a piece of Life Warm Jade in the forest."

"Later, it was made into a bracelet."

Consider it a small gift.

Xiao Ruier did not refuse.

She smiled as she put it on her wrist.

"Thank you, Mother."

then.

Both of them looked to the side at the same time.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened instantly.

Ah Yin didn't urge him.

Xiao Ruier tried her best to suppress her laughter.

Qianrenxue picked up her teacup.

There was a long silence.

"Ah—"

She had just opened her mouth.

It stopped again.

"Aunt?"

The air was quiet.

Xiao Ruier finally couldn't hold back.

"puff!"

Qian Renxue suddenly turned her head.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Xiao Ruier suppressed a laugh.

"It's just that I suddenly thought of something happy."

Qian Renxue knew perfectly well what she was laughing about.

Her face immediately flushed slightly.

Ah Yin replied gently, "No rush."

"Call me whatever you want."

This said.

Qian Renxue felt even more embarrassed.

Who is she?

The inheritor of the six-winged angel martial spirit.

The former young master of the Spirit Hall.

The current God of Angels.

Even when facing Bibi Dong, she rarely showed such a flustered attitude.

But you can face A-Yin.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

Just then.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

Tang Chuan walked in carrying a plate of fruit.

I just entered.

I sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Ruier suppressed a laugh.

"It's nothing."

"Some people don't know how to address their mother."

Tang Chuan paused in his steps.

He looked at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue gave him a cold glance.

"What are you looking at?"

Tang Chuan was very perceptive.

"It's nothing."

He put the fruit down.

Then I sat down next to him.

As a result, Qian Renxue became even more uncomfortable.

Ah Yin saw this.

He shook his head gently.

"alright."

"We're all one family."

"Don't worry about those formalities."

talking.

She took out another jade bracelet.

It's almost exactly the same as Xiao Ruier's.

The only difference is that the life patterns flowing within them are slightly different.

It was placed in front of Qian Renxue.

"Here, take this."

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback.

"I haven't—"

Ah Yin laughed and said, "Don't you want it?"

"no."

Qian Renxue quickly took it.

He looked down at the jade bracelet.

for a long time.

He finally spoke in a low voice.

"Mother."

The sound was very soft.

She spoke even softer than usual.

A smile immediately appeared on Ah Yin's face.

"Um."

Tang Chuan sat next to him.

A slight smile crept onto his lips.

Qian Renxue noticed immediately.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tang Chuan shook his head.

"I didn't laugh."

You clearly smiled.

You've misjudged.

"Tang Chuan!"

It looked like the two were about to start arguing again.

Ah Yin shook her head helplessly.

but.

She looked at the scene before her.

But I felt very satisfied.

past.

She once felt that her life was over.

After the sacrifice.

It transformed into a blue silver grass.

They were trapped in that dark, sunless cave.

There is no sunlight.

No one speaks.

They don't even know how their children are doing.

At that time.

She never thought of it.

I will have one day to regain my human form.

Sitting in the sunlight.

Watching her son get married.

Watching the two daughters-in-law blush over a simple form of address.

This is a life I never dared to imagine before.

It has actually happened.

Just then.

Qian Renxue suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

"I have a question."

Tang Chuan casually picked up some fruit.

"What?"

Qian Renxue looked at Xiao Ruier.

"Since you got married together yesterday..."

So, who's older and who's younger?

Tang Chuan stopped moving instantly.

Ah Yin was also taken aback.

Xiao Ruier smiled and said, "Of course I'm older."

"On what grounds?"

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.

I'm older than you.

"I'll stay with Tang Chuan first."

"Does being older automatically mean being old?"

Why doesn't it count?

The two of them looked at Tang Chuan at the same time.

Tang Chuan: "————"

He silently put down the fruit.

Get up.

"It seems there's something going on in the realm of gods."

Qian Renxue coldly said, "Sit down."

Xiao Ruier also laughed and said, "You're not going anywhere until this problem is solved today."

Tang Chuan's eye twitched slightly.

This moment.

He suddenly realized.

He fought Tang San and the Golden Dragon King all by himself back then.

It doesn't seem as dangerous as it is now.

Outside the courtyard.

Dugu Bo walked over at some point.

I overheard the conversation inside.

They stopped immediately.

Then.

This evil god-king, who had lived for countless years, wisely turned and left.

Di Tian, ​​standing nearby, asked in confusion, "Didn't you come here to have a drink with Tang Chuan?"

Dugu Bo didn't even turn his head.

"Another day."

Why?

Dugu Bo patted Di Tian on the shoulder.

His words were earnest and heartfelt.

"There were some battles."

"Even the God-King cannot participate."

Di Tian: "?"

Extra Chapter: Mother, if Tang San hadn't turned out like that...

night.

The back mountain of Tianxing Academy.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The Blue Silver Grass Sea stretches far into the distance.

Ah Yin sat alone on the hillside.

There was no cultivation.

I just quietly looked at the sky.

Behind.

Footsteps slowly began to sound.

Tang Chuan walked over.

He didn't speak.

I sat down next to my mother.

The two remained silent for a long time.

At last.

It was Ah Yin who spoke first.

"Chuan'er".

"Um."

"When your brother finally died—"

Tang Chuan paused slightly.

This is after Tang San's death.

This is the first time Ah Yin has brought up this name on her own initiative.

Tang Chuan did not hide anything.

"He's dead."

"Completely annihilated, soul and spirit."

Ah Yin nodded gently.

"I know."

"I wanted to ask—"

She paused for a moment.

Did he regret it in the end?

Tang Chuan remained silent.

Thinking back to that final battle.

Regret?

Maybe.

But more.

It's insane.

It's resentment.

It is the fear of failure.

Tang San until the very end.

They still believe they only lost.

It's not that it's wrong.

then.

Tang Chuan shook his head.

"no."

The light in Ah Yin's eyes dimmed slightly.

"I see—"

The wind blows across the sea of ​​grass.

It made a rustling sound.

Tang Chuan turned his head to look at his mother.

Are you blaming me?

Ah Yin was stunned.

"What's it to you?"

"Kill him."

This time.

It was Ah Yin's turn to remain silent.

long time.

long time.

She then said, "Chuan'er."

"If I said I wasn't sad at all..."

"That's fake."

"You are both my children."

Even though I spend very little time with you.

"Bloodline doesn't lie."

"I was really upset when I found out the mistress was dead."

Tang Chuan remained silent.

Ah Yin continued, "But being sad and being right or wrong are two different things."

"Someone did something wrong."

"Just because he is my son doesn't mean I should demand that everyone forgive him."

"And we can't ignore all those he hurt just because I'm his mother."

She looked into the distance.

The sound grew softer and softer.

"The things the mistress did afterwards."

"I know all of that."

Sometimes I think about it.

"He wasn't like this when he was a child."

"Back in Holy Soul Village."

He will take care of you.

"I can cook."

"Can chop wood."

"Although I always secretly go to the mountaintop to cultivate by myself."

"But at least—"

"He's still a normal child."

Memories surfaced in Ah Yin's eyes.

"When exactly did things start to change?"

Tang Chuan said calmly, "Perhaps from the very beginning."

"Many of his ideas are different from those of the world."

"It just didn't show when they were weak."

"Later, the power grew stronger and stronger."

"His status is rising higher and higher."

"Then no one can restrain him."

Ah Yin sighed softly.

"Power—"

Sometimes I really don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Tang Chuan replied, "Power has no good or bad aspects."

"Only those who use it have it."

Ah Yin turned her head.

Suddenly he laughed.

"This sentence."

"It looks a lot like you."

Tang Chuan smiled as well.

The two fell silent again.

After a while.

Ah Yin suddenly asked, "What if—"

"I mean, if."

"Back then, my family didn't encounter the Spirit Hall."

"I did not offer any sacrifices."

"Tang Hao did not become the way he became later."

"You and your mistress didn't end up on completely different paths."

"What will happen?"

Tang Chuan thought for a moment.

A bizarre image suddenly popped into my mind.

Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao works as a blacksmith every day.

Ah Yin plants flowers.

She and Tang San went to Notting Academy to study.

I'll go home for dinner after the holiday starts.

There is no Haotian Douluo.

There is no sea god.

There is no Asura God.

There were no major battles that followed.

"Maybe----"

Tang Chuan smiled and said, "I will open a pharmacy in Notting City."

"Specializing in plant research."

Ah Yin couldn't help but laugh.

"you?"

"You were such a troublemaker when you were a kid, can you really settle down and run a pharmacy?"

"Why not?"

"And what about the mistress?"

Tang Chuan thought for a moment.

"blacksmith."

"He knows how to forge iron."

"Moreover, Tang Clan's hidden weapons originally required forging."

Ah Yin's smile grew wider and wider.

"And what about your father?"

"drink wine."

Tang Chuan answered without hesitation.

Ah Yin: "————"

After a while.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He laughed and laughed.

Her eyes were slightly red.

Because she knew.

That kind of life.

It will never happen again.

The past is the past.

No if.

Tang Chuan looked at his mother.

Suddenly he said, "At least it's not bad now."

Ah Yin was slightly taken aback.

Tang Chuan continued, "You're alive."

"I am alive too."

"The war is over."

"The rules of the divine realm have changed."

"The mainland is also getting better."

"The past cannot be undone."

"So just live your life well from now on."

Ah Yin stared at him blankly.

A long time passed.

He nodded slightly.

"Um."

"you're right."

The wind blew by.

The Blue Silver Grass Sea swayed in the wind.

far away.

A leaf suddenly broke off from an ordinary blue silver grass.

The leaves were whipped up by the wind.

Flying into the night sky.

Ah Yin gazed at that leaf.

Until it disappears.

She then softly uttered, "The mistress."

"If there is an afterlife."

"Just be an ordinary person."

"There's no need to be a god."

"There's no need to be invincible."

"And don't carry any more hatred."

"May you be safe and sound."

That's enough.

The moonlight fell.

Tang Chuan remained silent.

I just sat there with my mother.

After that night.

Ah Yin never mentioned Tang San again.

It's not that I've forgotten.

Instead, it was a final letting go.

Side story: Many years later, Tang Chuan returned to Notting Academy and Notting City.

Nottingham as it is today.

It is quite different from what Tang Chuan remembers it to look like.

Wide streets.

Neat houses.

Small, public soul-guiding devices can be seen everywhere.

A large soul-guided station was even built in the city center.

Only Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Most of the original buildings have been preserved.

It's not that we don't have the money to renovate.

Instead, the college applied on its own initiative.

Some of the old school buildings will be preserved as historical buildings.

this day.

At the entrance of the college.

Three figures appeared.

Tang Chuan.

Xiao Ruier.

A thousand feet of snow.

All three of them withdrew their divine power.

He looks no different from an ordinary Soul Master.

Xiao Ruier looked at the gate in front of her.

"Is this where you first started school?"

"Um."

Tang Chuan's gaze was somewhat complicated.

"Many things start from here."

Qian Renxue glanced at the academy.

"It looks very ordinary."

"It was just ordinary to begin with."

Tang Chuan stepped inside.

along the way.

Many students came and went.

No one recognized him.

Tang Chuan was happy to have some peace and quiet.

soon.

He then walked to the former teaching building.

then.

It stopped outside an office.

The doorplate has been changed.

The office from back then.

It has now become a public classroom for martial spirit theory.

A class is in session inside.

The lecturer was a female teacher in her forties.

On the blackboard.

Several large characters were clearly written there.

Should a martial spirit's path be determined by its soul skills?

Tang Chuan stopped in his tracks.

Xiao Ruier also glanced at it.

"Would you like to go in and listen?"

"Listen to this."

The three entered through the back door.

I sat in the last row.

The teacher didn't notice them.

He is still lecturing.

"We won't be giving standard answers today."

"Because the theory of martial spirits has developed to this point."

"More and more facts prove this."

"Even if different Soul Masters possess the same Martial Soul, they may still follow completely different development paths."

"For example, blue silver grass."

Someone in the classroom immediately burst into laughter.

The teacher tapped the blackboard.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Who told you Blue Silver Grass is weak?"

A male student immediately raised his hand.

"teacher."

"Isn't the martial soul of Lord Tang Chuan, the Asura God, Blue Silver Grass?"

"Inaccurate."

The teacher said, "Later on, it evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor or even a higher level."

"But when he first awakened, he was indeed just in the most ordinary form of Blue Silver Grass."

"Moreover, his innate soul power is very low."

The students in the classroom had obviously all heard this story.

The teacher continued, "In that era."

"The most popular way to cultivate Blue Silver Grass is through a controlled system."

"The reason is quite simple."

"Entangled".

"parasitic."

"poison."

"At the time, many theorists believed that this was the most suitable path for Blue Silver Grass."

The last row.

Tang Chuan's lips twitched slightly.

Qian Renxue noticed immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

The teacher continued, "Later, the Asura God Tang Chuan proposed another viewpoint."

"Blue Silver Grass itself is capable of the most basic entanglement."

"Then why waste a spirit ring slot to acquire an ability you already possess?"

"Instead of constantly strengthening control."

"Why not strengthen the core essence of Blue Silver Grass?"

"life."

A student raised his hand.

"teacher."

"So the previous theory was wrong?"

The teacher did not answer immediately.

Instead, he shook his head.

"This is the main point I want to make today."

"Don't let the fact that Lord Tang Chuan succeeded in the end fool you."

"Let the path he has walked become a new absolute truth."

Tang Chuan's eyes flickered slightly.

For the first time, he looked seriously at the podium.

The teacher continued, "Blue Silver Grass belongs to the Life type."

"It was indeed a success."

"But that doesn't mean all Blue Silver Grass has to be Life-type."

"If there were a Soul Master."

"His blue silver grass has undergone a special mutation."

"Born with a high level of poison."

"Then why can't he go for the poison route?"

"If his blue silver grass is extremely tough."

"Why can't we go for a defensive strategy?"

"If one's mental strength is strong."

"It could even be used for mind control."

"What we should really learn from Lord Tang Chuan's experience."

"It's not that Blue Silver Grass has to go for the Life type."

"But rather"

The teacher turned around.

Write a sentence on the blackboard.

Don't let the answers of those who came before you determine your future.

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

Tang Chuan looked at the blackboard.

for a long time.

A smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Qian Renxue noticed.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied?"

"Um."

"Satisfied with what?"

Tang Chuan said softly, "At least they didn't turn my words into another Yu Xiaogang."

Xiao Ruier understood as well.

A gentle smile.

The class continued.

Another student asked, "Teacher?"

"So, can Yu Xiaogang be considered a master of martial spirit theory?"

The whole class instantly perked up.

Tang Chuan: "————"

So many years have passed.

Why is there still this problem?

The teacher thought about it.

He said, "He has put forward some valuable theories."

"I've also made a lot of mistakes."

"There are two things that are most taboo in historical research."

"First."

"To elevate someone to the status of a saint who is never wrong."

"second."

"Because he was later proven wrong, he considered everything he said to be nonsense."

"Research theory".

"Let's look at the evidence."

"I don't care about the title."

Tang Chuan nodded slightly.

This time.

He stood up completely.

Ready to leave.

Xiao Ruier asked, "Aren't you going to listen?"

"No."

"I've heard what I wanted to hear."

The three of them walked out of the classroom.

Passing by the college playground.

suddenly.

An argument broke out not far away.

Two boys, around twelve or thirteen years old, are arguing.

"My martial spirit is vines, so I should control them!"

"Who said that? I'm going to go for a direct attack!"

"How can we launch a strong attack with vines?"

"Even the Blue Silver Grass of the Asura God can be used as a gun!"

"That's the Asura God!"

"So what?"

"If I can't become the Asura God, can't I at least become myself?"

Tang Chuan paused in his steps.

Then he laughed.

They did not interfere in the past.

Just keep moving forward.

Under the sunlight.

The boys argued heatedly, their faces turning red.

The teacher did not force an answer.

This seems to be the best of times.

Not everyone has to take the same path.

It's not something that some so-called "master" said.

It can determine the fate of countless Soul Masters.

Tang Chuan walked to the entrance of the college.

One last look back.

Many years ago.

A child with innate soul power level one.

It starts from here.

The first real decision.

Do not follow the route arranged by others.

now.

Countless young Soul Masters.

And finally, they have the same qualifications.

Tang Chuan turned around.

No turning back.

"Let's go."

Xiao Ruier asked, "Where to?"

Tang Chuan thought for a moment.

"Holy Soul Village".

Qian Renxue was puzzled.

"Where are you going now?"

"have a look."

"What are you looking at?"

Tang Chuan laughed and said, "Let's see if anyone has actually repaired the statue of that Soul Saint that Old Jack used to talk about every day."

Qian Renxue: "————"

Xiao Ruier couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Extra Chapter: Dugu Bo, are you treating the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well like a vegetable garden?

The eye of ice and fire.

now.

This area has been designated as a top-level nature reserve in the Douluo Federation.

There is a formation around it.

It is managed by dedicated personnel.

Ordinary Soul Masters cannot enter at will.

Furthermore, one must not pick the herb without authorization.

the reason is simple.

For thousands of years.

Humans have been far too brutal in harvesting rare medicinal herbs.

One plant was found.

Dig up one plant.

They won't even leave you a root.

If things continue like this...

Even the largest prime location will eventually be exploited to the point of scorching.

Therefore, after the federation was established.

Tangchuan has specifically formulated a series of rules for the protection of rare plants.

result.

this day.

An alarm suddenly went off at the management office.

"Someone has broken into the core area!"

"What?"

More than a dozen staff members rushed in immediately.

After we arrive.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Beside the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire.

An elderly man with green hair was squatting on the ground.

He was holding a shovel.

Seven or eight rare medicinal herbs have already been dug up nearby.

Among them were even two ancient medicinal herbs that were ten thousand years old.

The director in charge of managing this place turned green with rage.

"stop!"

The old man turned around.

"Um?"

"Who gave you permission to collect herbs!"

Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the herbs in his hand.

He then looked around at the crowd.

"I gather herbs from my own garden."

"Whose permission do we need?"

The director laughed in exasperation.

"Yours?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Of course I know."

Dugu Bo was baffled.

"The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire".

"When I lived here, you didn't even know where you were."

"How dare you!"

A young staff member angrily exclaimed, "This is the sacred ground where the evil god-king, Lord Dugu Bo, once cultivated!"

Dugu Bo: "?"

The young man continued, "Later, Lord Tang Chuan, the Asura God, and Lord Dugu Bo jointly studied the medicinal properties of immortal herbs."

"This place gradually became a sacred site for plant research on the mainland."

"How dare you impersonate a descendant of Lord Dugu Bo?"

Dugu Bo's expression became quite interesting.

"Who says I'm his descendant?"

"Then why did you say it was yours?"

Dugu Bo pointed to himself.

"I am Dugu Bo."

The scene was quiet.

next second.

The way people looked at him became even more strange.

A staff member whispered, "Director."

"Should we call the medical department?"

"I feel like this old man might have some mental issues."

How sharp were Dugu Bo's ears?

He instantly bristled.

"Who are you calling mentally ill?"

The director frowned.

"Old man."

"Impersonating the God-King is a grave crime."

"I advise you to put the herbs back now."

Dugu Bo was so angry that his beard was trembling.

"I'm impersonating myself?"

Just as the two sides were about to clash.

A voice came from afar.

"grandfather?"

Everyone turned their heads.

Dugu Yan was seen leading several staff members from the Institute of Botany.

She had only come to check on the growth of the herbs as a routine matter.

They had just entered the core area when they arrived.

Then I saw that familiar back view.

Dugu Bo's eyes lit up.

"Yan Yan!"

"You've come at the perfect time."

"Quickly tell these brats who I am!"

Dugu Yan looked at the medicinal herbs that had been dug up on the ground.

His face immediately darkened.

"grandfather."

"What are you doing now?"

"Gathering herbs."

"Collecting medicinal herbs is now prohibited here."

Dugu Bo was righteous and confident.

"This used to be my medicinal herb garden!"

Dugu Yan rubbed her forehead.

"It used to be."

"Not now."

Dugu Bo stared wide-eyed.

"What do you mean?"

"After you become a god."

"According to the agreement you signed back then."

"The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well has been handed over to the Federal Institute of Plant Research for management."

Dugu Bo: "————"

He has absolutely no recollection of it.

At that time, he had just inherited the position of an evil god.

He was given a pile of documents to sign.

He finds it too troublesome.

I barely watched it.

"What about the herbs here?"

"It belongs to natural protected resources."

"Even what I grow won't do?"

"You need to apply."

"I'm applying for my own things?"

Dugu Yan was very serious.

Legally, yes.

Dugu Bo's face turned completely black.

The surrounding staff were completely stunned.

grandfather?

The old man in front of me —

Is it really Dugu Bo?

thump!

The young staff member who had just said he had mental problems suddenly felt weak in the knees.

I almost fell to the ground.

Dugu Bo noticed this.

He immediately gave a cold laugh.

"Kid."

"Did you just say that I have something wrong with my head?"

The young man's face was deathly pale.

"Evil God King—"

"Misunderstand."

"It's all a misunderstanding."

Dugu Bo was trying to scare him.

Dugu Yan had already grabbed her grandfather's arm.

"Alright."

"You're already a god-king."

"Are you bullying young people?"

Dugu Bo was dissatisfied.

"He was the one who said I had mental problems first."

"They don't even know you."

"How many people on the entire mainland would dare to run around with green hair?"

Dugu Yan: "————"

That's true.

Just then.

The space suddenly fluctuated.

Tang Chuan came out.

I saw medicinal herbs covering the ground.

Then I looked at Dugu Bo.

You don't need to ask to know what happened.

"Stealing medicine?"

"What?! Stealing medicine?!"

Dugu Bo was instantly enraged.

"This is mine!"

Tang Chuan said calmly, "In accordance with the Federal Natural Resources Protection Act."

"The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye is already a top-level protected area."

"Harvesting rare medicinal herbs that are over 10,000 years old without approval."

"Minimum fine —"

"Shut up!"

Dugu Bo looked grief-stricken.

"Did you write this law?"

"I participated."

"I shouldn't have helped you establish the Douluo Federation in the first place!"

Tang Chuan glanced at the ground.

"Eight plants."

"Two of them are over 10,000 years old."

"The fines were substantial."

Dugu Bo sneered.

"I have no money."

Tang Chuan was taken aback.

"You, the Evil God King, have no money?"

"The divine realm doesn't use gold soul coins!"

this sentence.

Tang Chuan was truly stumped by the question.

Dugu Bo became smug.

"How is it?"

"They can't really punish you, can they?"

Tang Chuan thought for a moment.

nod.

"There is a way."

Dugu Bo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What method?"

"Labor service deduction".

"What do you mean?"

"The Institute of Plant Sciences is currently short of a senior pharmacology consultant."

"According to the amount of your fine."

Tang Chuan calculated carefully.

"Three months of free work."

Dugu Bo's smile froze instantly.

Dugu Yan's eyes lit up.

"This is good!"

"Grandpa knew about herbs."

Dugu Bo suddenly looked at his granddaughter.

"Yan Yan!"

"I think it's great."

"I am the Evil God King!"

Tang Chuan patted him on the shoulder.

"The God King broke the law."

"Sharing responsibilities with ordinary people."

"These are principles we set ourselves when the federation was established."

Dugu Bo: "————"

He suddenly remembered.

It seems there is indeed such a rule.

Moreover, at the time of the meeting...

He even slammed his fist on the table in approval.

No titled Douluo can be above the law.

I felt so good shouting back then.

Now I regret it so much.

finally.

Douluo Federation Plant Research Institute.

They have gained an extremely special temporary advisor.

No salary.

He's always cursing and swearing.

He has a terrible temper.

But oddly enough.

Since he arrived.

The entire research institute's progress on poisonous herbs and medicinal herbs.

It increased several times over.

The day the three months ended.

The staff member asked, "Senior Dugu?"

"Will you come again in the future?"

Dugu Bo snorted coldly.

"I'm not coming!"

"I am the mighty and evil God-King."

"Are you just going to recommend products to a bunch of younger folks every day?"

"Dream on!"

the next day.

early morning.

Everyone had just started work.

Then they saw an old man with green hair squatting in the medicinal herb field.

Weeding at the same time.

He yelled, "Who watered the plants yesterday?"

"Can you water the Star Aniseed Ice Grass like this?"

"Can you grow medicinal herbs?"

"Let you continue raising them."

"You'll all ruin this Yin-Yang Well of mine sooner or later!"

The group looked at each other.

No one called him out.

far away.

Dugu Yan stood on the hillside.

A smile slowly spread across his face.

perhaps.

Grandpa himself didn't even notice.

Compared to the lofty realm of gods.

He actually prefers it here.

I like herbs.

I like poison.

He likes to swear.

I also enjoy looking at the place where I lived for decades.

It remains vibrant and full of life.

Within the realm of ice and fire.

The spring water gushed forth.

The air was filled with the aroma of herbs.

Dugu Bo squatted in the medicinal herb field.

Suddenly I realized...

Occasionally, I don't act as the God-King.

It seems pretty good.

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