Chapter 88: Oh No, My Master Might Be a Transmigrator!
After walking about a hundred steps away from the herb garden, they arrived at a relatively open clearing.
Only then did Dugu Bo respectfully speak:
"Your Holiness the Pope, the Soul Bone Detoxification Method you previously instructed me in has proven very effective. The toxins in my body have already stabilized."
His voice became even more sincere.
"I, Dugu Bo, am willing to pledge my lifelong allegiance to you, going through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Mm."
Bibi Dong responded lightly, her gaze still directed toward the herb garden.
"Forcing out poison with soul bones is only a temporary solution. It treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Given enough time, the toxins will accumulate again."
Dugu Bo's expression shifted slightly.
Of course, he understood that.
Fortunately, he had already found a way to prolong Yan Yan's life, and the Pope had also granted them suitable soul bones.
Bibi Dong then changed the subject.
"However, Ah Qing has a method that can completely remove the poison from both of you without affecting your poison techniques."
"!!!"
A brilliant light burst from Dugu Bo's eyes, and his entire body trembled with excitement.
"Y-You mean… that boy actually knows a way to completely remove the poison?"
He had cultivated poison techniques for decades and suffered constant backlash from toxins.
His son had died early because of it, and his granddaughter Dugu Yan lived under the same threat.
To find a cure, he had exhausted countless efforts, searched ancient texts, and tested hundreds of herbs, yet he never found a permanent solution.
Hearing Bibi Dong's words now, he was so excited he almost rushed back into the herb garden to question Lin Qingmo.
Bibi Dong saw through his thoughts.
Her gaze suddenly turned cold, and the pressure of a Titled Douluo poured out without restraint.
The surrounding air instantly froze, and the temperature dropped sharply.
"Do not harbor thoughts you shouldn't."
Her voice was icy and unquestionable.
"Ah Qing is someone I value. Treat him as you would treat me. Do you understand?"
"!"
Dugu Bo shuddered, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, instantly sobering him.
Bibi Dong's cold gaze filled him with bone-deep fear.
He immediately lowered his head.
"Yes! This subordinate understands!"
"Seeing the Young Master is the same as seeing Your Holiness!"
Only at this moment did he truly realize that Lin Qingmo's status was anything but ordinary.
For the Pope of Spirit Hall to value him so deeply— even personally coming here just to pave the way for the boy…
This blue-haired youth's background was likely far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Mm."
Bibi Dong withdrew her pressure, her tone softening slightly.
"Go. In the future, you must fulfill any request Ah Qing makes without negligence."
"Yes! This subordinate obeys!"
Dugu Bo answered respectfully, though curiosity about Lin Qingmo grew even stronger.
Just what was so special about this boy?
Inside the herb garden, mist drifted through the air.
Lin Qingmo leaned against a large tree, his fingers moving rapidly in midair.
The expression on his face was extremely vivid.
Thirty percent shock, thirty percent excitement, and forty percent "Am I still dreaming?" confusion.
The chat group interface floated before him, notification sounds ringing nonstop.
[Dad Douluo]: Guys! Something huge just happened!
He typed furiously, his fingers almost leaving afterimages.
[Dad Douluo]: I suspect my master is a transmigrator!
[Dad Douluo]: "Image" "Image"
Two high-definition photos were dropped into the chat group.
The first showed the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in full view—the strange pool of interwoven ice-blue and crimson water, surrounded by immortal herbs, spiritual energy so dense it almost overflowed from the screen.
The second showed the back of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo kneeling on one knee.
[Dad Douluo]: See this? The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well! My master just flew me here like it was her backyard!
[Dad Douluo]: And it gets crazier—Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo from the original story, knelt instantly and called her "My Lord"! Can you believe it? He said this place is my master's herb garden, and he's her subordinate. I'm completely dumbfounded!
Less than three seconds after the message was sent, the chat group exploded.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Huh?! What?!
Xiao Wu, who couldn't sleep, nearly jumped out of bed when she saw the message.
[Little Witch]: What nonsense? Poison Douluo Dugu Bo has a master? You've got to be kidding!
Ning Rongrong dropped the pastry she was eating onto her book.
She hurriedly wiped the page while staring at the screen.
How could Poison Douluo serve someone?
[Big-Chest Kitty]: A Titled Douluo… as a subordinate…
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been meditating in the dormitory, showed a rare shock on her usually calm face.
She understood very clearly what a Titled Douluo represented—a being standing at the peak of the continent.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Huh? Is your master a transmigrator too?
Liu Erlong, practicing punches in the academy courtyard, smashed a boulder with a single strike in surprise.
Stone fragments flew everywhere as she narrowed her eyes.
[Green Grass]: No… sigh.
Ah Yin's sigh was so soft it was almost inaudible.
She was the only one in the group who knew the truth about Bibi Dong's real identity and the reason behind all of this.
But she couldn't say it.
At least not yet.
That would break a delicate balance and might even bring danger to Lin Qingmo.
Ah Yin could only watch silently, her leaves curling slightly, as if comforting herself.
Wait a little longer… the time isn't right yet…
-lBibi Dong's purple eyes glanced at the chat interface floating in the air.
Seeing Lin Qingmo's exaggerated exclamation marks and speculation about "transmigrators," the corners of her lips curved with interest.
"So those strange words earlier were meant to test whether I'm a transmigrator?"
She recalled Lin Qingmo's string of Secret Codes, such as "Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron," and "Odd change, even no change," and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Unfortunately, she was not a transmigrator.
Her fingertip tapped lightly on the screen, and a line of text appeared.
[The Pope Herself]: Ah Qing, why do you say that? Why do you think your master is a transmigrator?
She deliberately used a formal tone, curious to see what interesting things the boy might say next.
At the same time, she wanted to know whether there were other ways to identify transmigrators.
Lin Qingmo took the bait immediately.
[Dad Douluo]: Isn't it obvious? Royal Sister, I'm telling you—there are too many suspicious points!
[Dad Douluo]: First, my master is a Titled Douluo with terrifying strength and even a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, but this person doesn't exist in the original story!
That made no sense.
Logically, how could someone so powerful remain unknown?
[Dad Douluo]: Second, she knows tons of methods to strengthen the body, including the effects of whale rubber. That knowledge system shouldn't exist in the current era of the Douluo Continent!
[Dad Douluo]: Finally, she subdued Poison Douluo and took over the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. The plot is completely different from the original story!
Without Dugu Bo's help and without immortal herbs, what would Tang San's future look like? Wouldn't the Shrek Seven Devils be ruined?
[Dad Douluo]: Only a transmigrator with knowledge of the plot could explain all this!
He typed rapidly, as if pouring out all the shock in his mind.
Then he paused and added another line.
[Dad Douluo]: But… I just tried using transmigrator secret codes to test my master, and she looked confused and didn't react at all.
[Dad Douluo]: Could she be a transmigrator who doesn't know those memes? Or just a native powerhouse by coincidence?
Lin Qingmo scratched his head, feeling uncertain himself.
End of Chapter