Douluo: Danheng just want to avoid trouble, Gu Yuena Pursues.-Chapter 156: Poison Douluo Is Going to Die!

At first, Poison Douluo didn't pay it much mind. He just wanted Dan Heng to take Dugu Yan and leave—he couldn't stay lucid for long.

But as he listened, he couldn't help following the soul power circulation Dan Heng was describing.

Then he discovered something unexpected—the toxins in his body seemed to no longer be in chaos.

It was as if a few circulatory pathways had been cleared, allowing the poison to be channeled out?

Poison Douluo immediately stopped speaking and closed his eyes to circulate his soul power just as Dan Heng instructed.

"Dugu Yan, cut open Poison Douluo's wrist. When he begins expelling the concentrated toxins, catch them in a basin. The blood can be used as a material—I'm taking it with me."

Dan Heng suddenly said.

Dugu Yan nodded repeatedly. She took out a basin from her storage soul tool, then used a knife to slice open Poison Douluo's wrist.

Dan Heng pressed down on the base of Poison Douluo's arm and said, "Now, try to force the concentrated poison out of the wound. Your arm will suffer corrosion from the high concentration of toxins, but you can deal with that later. At least you won't die."

Poison Douluo couldn't reply at this point—he just followed Dan Heng's instructions precisely.

Dan Heng pressed for a moment, then slowly let go.

"Drip... drip..."

From the wound on Poison Douluo's wrist, green poisonous blood began to flow.

Soon it was like a stream trickling down his fingers into the glass basin—completely dark green and emitting a greenish smoke.

Dan Heng glanced at the blood. Poison Douluo's toxin-laden blood was a rare material—he might be able to extract something valuable from it.

He controlled Poison Douluo's arm while watching his face closely.

Poison Douluo's complexion quickly changed from a dark green to flesh-colored, and then to a pale white.

His body stopped convulsing and instead showed signs of weakness.

Dugu Yan's tears streamed continuously. Seeing her grandfather's change, she finally stopped crying, saying, "Grandpa, you're going to be okay!"

The entire process lasted about half an hour.

Poison Douluo finally stopped expelling the poison. He needed to save some soul power, or he'd bleed to death.

"It's done..." Poison Douluo said weakly, forcing a smile.

Dan Heng grunted in acknowledgment, released his arm, and checked the wound—it had already healed.

Below, the glass basin was now filled with a large amount of green blood, giving off a faintly metallic scent.

With a wave of his hand, Dan Heng stored the basin in his storage soul tool.

"From now on, Poison Douluo can expel the toxins on his own. He doesn't need me watching over him anymore."

With that, Dan Heng turned to leave.

Dugu Yan immediately knelt to the ground. Facing Dan Heng, she said with deep emotion:

"Dan Heng, you saved my grandfather's life. From now on, even if you ask me to die, I won't hesitate for a second!"

After speaking, she slammed her forehead onto the ground with a loud thud.

Dan Heng gave her a glance and shook his head. "This was just a transaction. You don't need to do this. Also, don't tell anyone about it."

Dugu Yan looked at Dan Heng, about to speak.

But he had already turned and walked away.

The door closed.

Dugu Yan bit her lip and stared at the door for a long time.

From Dan Heng, she didn't sense any joy from having saved Poison Douluo's life, nor any smugness from gaining a huge favor. He just felt... distant.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why her grandfather, despite Dan Heng being an ordinary person, held him in such high regard.

Her grandfather had wanted her to interact with Dan Heng more, but when she learned he already had a wife, she had felt relieved. Now, though, she was wrapped in bitter regret.

Poison Douluo said weakly, "Get up, Yan'er. The floor is cold... Dan Heng, well, that's just the way he is..."

A faint smile formed on Poison Douluo's lips.

Pulled back from the brink of death, and with the toxins no longer threatening his future, he was filled with joy and gratitude.

He respected Dan Heng even more now.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling?" Dugu Yan quickly leaned on the bed, her face full of worry.

Poison Douluo smiled. "I've never felt better. Though my body's still very weak—it'll take time to recover... If anything's wrong, it's that my forehead hurts a bit. Could that be a side effect of the poison?"

He was confused—he had no idea Dan Heng had slapped him.

It was that very slap that had restored his clarity of mind.

Dugu Yan chuckled and said, "Grandpa, your forehead does look a bit redder than the rest. Let me adjust your pillow so you can sleep better."

Poison Douluo gave a hum of agreement and had just closed his eyes when a troubling thought came to him.

Dan Heng had said saving him was part of a deal.

The deal probably involved selecting a plant from the herb garden.

But that herb garden had been overrun by soul beasts—he wasn't strong enough to get anything from there.

Wouldn't that mean he was going to break the deal?

Poison Douluo had always walked the line between right and wrong, but he deeply valued his reputation.

Especially now, since Dan Heng had saved his life—breaking his word now would be more painful than death.

"Sigh... What am I going to do..."

He sighed in frustration, but fatigue quickly overtook him and he drifted into a deep sleep.

Dugu Yan stayed by his side. After experiencing the emotional rollercoaster, she too dozed off by the bed.

Outside the gates of the Heaven Dou Imperial Soul Master Academy.

Prince Xue Xing met up with Ning Fengzhi and the others.

"Sigh, Sect Master Ning, I can only rely on you now. Please... do your best." Prince Xue Xing clasped his hands, his face full of sorrow.

He was close friends with Poison Douluo and couldn't bear to see him die.

Ning Fengzhi also bowed. "We will do our best. Your Highness, perhaps you can tell us more about Poison Douluo's condition on the way."

So Xue Xing quickly filled them in.

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi's face grew increasingly grim.

From the prince's account, it sounded like Poison Douluo had no hope of surviving.

If even he couldn't control the poison within himself, who else could help him?

After all, Poison Douluo was the most knowledgeable person in the world regarding toxins.

The group fell silent, realizing that Poison Douluo might truly be on the verge of death.

Yu Yuanzhen sighed. He had originally hoped to arrange a marriage between his grandson and Dugu Yan, but now he'd given up on that plan.

Though Dugu Yan was talented, she had no real backing beyond her grandfather.

One of the medical-type soul masters from Spirit Hall bluntly said:

"Your Highness, based on your description, Poison Douluo truly seems beyond saving. Rather than let him suffer, I believe giving him a quick end might be best—"

"Shut up!!" Prince Xue Xing shouted, enraged.

He had summoned these people to save Poison Douluo—not to discuss mercy killings!

But the man didn't back down and solemnly added, "I may be blunt, but I speak the truth. I believe Sect Master Ning understands we're just being realistic."

"..." Ning Fengzhi didn't respond, but his silence confirmed the man's words.

Prince Xue Xing took a deep breath and didn't argue further.

He too knew Poison Douluo might really be doomed.

"When we go in, Sword Douluo and I will take the front. Just in case Poison Douluo lashes out," Yu Yuanzhen said, changing the subject.

The group quickly reached the door.

Inside the room, it was quiet. No sound could be heard.

Prince Xue Xing was confused. "When I left, Mister Dugu was in agony, screaming nonstop..."

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Yu Yuanzhen pushed the door open. He and Sword Douluo walked in first, soul power at the ready in case of danger.

But inside the room, Poison Douluo and Dugu Yan were both asleep.

All was peaceful—no signs of madness.

Prince Xue Xing wiped the corners of his eyes and murmured, "He must've suppressed his outbursts out of love for his granddaughter..."

"He's not dead. His face is calm, and he's no longer convulsing..." Ning Fengzhi analyzed. From every angle, Poison Douluo didn't seem to match the prince's earlier description.

Sword Douluo quickly moved in and pressed down on Poison Douluo's shoulder.

Though his breathing was weak and shallow, he was indeed still alive.

He nodded slightly. "Very strange situation..."

Yu Yuanzhen stepped up and examined him too.

"His soul power is very faint. The poison is still there, but no longer concentrated—it seems to have merged with his blood."

Yu Yuanzhen and Sword Douluo could sense his condition...

...but they didn't know whether it was good or bad.

The medical-type soul masters from Spirit Hall stepped in and checked him over. After exchanging glances, they shook their heads slightly.

"This poison can't be neutralized naturally. We can feel how terrifying it is—it must have dissolved into the blood..."

"What does that mean?" Prince Xue Xing asked.

"It means the toxin has corroded his blood and flesh. He's lost strength and soul power, which is why he appears calm."

"In other words, he's lost all ability to act on his own."

"If the poison flares up again, it could kill him instantly. And based on our estimates, it will likely erupt again in three days."

Their conclusion was effectively a death sentence.

He had three days left to live.

"..." Prince Xue Xing was silent, clenching his fists.

Three days!

His greatest asset might be gone in three days!

"No, I can't accept this!" Prince Xue Xing clutched his chest in anguish.

At that moment, Dugu Yan woke up and was surprised to see the group.

"You..."

"Yan'er, go outside for now. They're going to treat your grandfather."

Prince Xue Xing forced a smile.

Dugu Yan froze. Treat her grandfather? He was already fine!

"No, that's not necessary. My grandpa is better now," she said.

Prince Xue Xing gave her a pained look. This poor child must've believed some comforting lie.

He nodded slightly and smiled. "Yes, but we're going to help him recover his strength. Yan'er, you must be tired. Go rest—we've got this."

"..." Dugu Yan was embarrassed.

She could tell Prince Xue Xing didn't believe her. No one did.

"No, Grandpa Xue Xing—my grandfather really is better! He doesn't need treatment. He just needs time to recover."

Dugu Yan insisted.

Prince Xue Xing shook his head gently. "These two soul masters can at least ease his pain."

"Yan'er, don't block the way. They know more than anyone about his condition."

Listening to this, Dugu Yan was speechless.

She had no evidence to prove her grandfather had recovered.

And she couldn't expose that Dan Heng had healed him, so all she could do was watch everyone walk down the wrong path.

She stomped her foot in frustration, cursing herself for being useless.

"Grandpa Xue Xing, then I'll stay and watch. You can only use restorative methods—no more detox attempts!"

She said firmly.

Prince Xue Xing hesitated, then agreed. "Alright."

One of the medical-type soul masters said, "We can't cure the poison anyway. But we can make him feel a bit better."

They began to use their soul skills on Poison Douluo.

Sword Douluo and Yu Yuanzhen helped suppress the toxins within him, slowing their resurgence.

Dugu Yan's mouth twitched—this was absurd!

Meanwhile, at Blue Tyrant Academy, after receiving the prescription from Tang San, Liu Erlong rushed to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to gather herbs.

Tang San had listed 36 herbs. In the end, she managed to gather only 28.

The remaining eight were nowhere to be found.

She brought along medical-type soul masters from the clan.

Inside the room, the Shrek group was mostly fine. They ate and drank as usual—the poison wasn't fatal.

They just all looked like green elves.

The most serious case was Yu Xiaogang. His face had swollen and completely festered. Though Tang San had treated him, the rot continued.

Even if cured, he would be left with massive scarring.

Liu Erlong entered, had the soul masters treat Flender and the others, then laid out the herbs on the floor.

"Tang San, take a look. I couldn't find these eight herbs. Can we still treat the poison..."

Tang San took the list, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:

"No, it won't work. Two of these are the main ingredients. Without them, we can't detoxify the poison at all."

"Since I don't fully understand the poison's nature, I can only approach it indirectly, which means all the herbs must be precise."

He knelt to check the available herbs as he spoke.

Liu Erlong slapped her forehead in frustration. "Damn it! I searched all over Heaven Dou City and couldn't find those eight herbs!"

Flender still seemed relaxed. "Don't worry, Erlong. The poison isn't fatal. Sure, we look weird, but it's not that bad."

Xiao Wu screamed, "I don't want to stay green forever! It's ugly!"

Ma Hongjun added, "Yeah, our faces are green. People will start calling us green turtles!"

"..." Everyone was speechless, hoping Liu Erlong could come up with a solution soon.

Yu Xiaogang faked a cough to draw attention to himself.

He'd been standing there the whole time, but Liu Erlong hadn't noticed—making him quite annoyed!

Liu Erlong gritted her teeth. "I'll go find someone else!"

(End of Chapter)