Chapter 63: Falling Out
On the other side, Dugu Bo sped along with Lin Yang, quickly arriving at a quiet manor outside Heaven Dou City.
The manor was vast, and the scenery was arranged with extreme elegance.
Pavilions and buildings were scattered in an orderly fashion, with various exotic flowers and rare herbs competing in beauty; even the air was filled with a faint floral fragrance that was refreshing to the soul.
However, given Dugu Bo's temperament, it was uncertain whether poison was hidden within that floral scent.
Judging solely by the manor's arrangement, it didn't look at all like the residence of an Old freak who specialized in poison.
Dugu Bo set Lin Yang down on the ground, and with a wave of his sleeve, he was already sitting in the pavilion.
Lin Yang didn't move recklessly either; keeping his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, he just stood there on the spot.
Although he had expressed his desire to take Dugu Bo as his master in front of the three Faculty Committee members, thus saving the Poison Douluo's Face.
But this Old Poison Fiend was perverse and temperamental; who knew what he was thinking.
Besides, he had only proposed to become a disciple, but from beginning to end, that Old Poison Fiend hadn't said a single word about whether he agreed or not.
What if this old fellow did it on a whim just to spite the three Faculty Committee members?
Now that the spat was over, it wasn't impossible for him to turn his back and refuse to acknowledge it.
At this moment, Dugu Bo seemed to ignore Lin Yang entirely, drinking alone in the pavilion.
For a time, the vast courtyard was silent, with only the occasional small sound of a teacup clinking against the stone table.
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed quietly.
Dugu Bo set down his teacup, glanced at Lin Yang who was still standing motionless on the spot, and couldn't help but rub his chin.
This kid is quite interesting.
Despite his young age, he acts as steady as an old dog, not at all like someone his age.
Pausing, Dugu Bo poured himself another cup of tea, took a slow sip, and then finally spoke.
"Kid, what are you standing there for? Come here."
Lin Yang didn't say much either, stepping into the pavilion and stopping not far from Dugu Bo.
"Sit!"
Lin Yang sat down.
Dugu Bo sized him up, his dark green eyes filled with a bit of scrutiny and amusement.
"Just now you said you wanted to take me as your teacher; was that sincere? Or did you just want to give me a way out?"
Without hesitation, Lin Yang spoke truthfully, "Both!"
"Oh?"
Dugu Bo's eyebrows twitched: "Continue."
"Giving Your Excellency a way out was because I had to step forward in that situation. Otherwise, in the end, no matter the outcome, I wouldn't be able to escape responsibility."
"At that time, I would not only have offended Your Excellency but also made the three Faculty Committee members dislike me, because I... am the person who brought them trouble."
Lin Yang's voice was calm and his tone slow as he methodically stated his analysis.
"As for becoming your disciple, that is also true."
Lin Yang looked up, staring directly into Dugu Bo's eyes.
"Your Excellency is a Titled Douluo, one of the few standing at the peak of the continent. If this Junior could be admitted under Senior's tutelage, it would naturally be a great stroke of luck."
"Just that?"
Dugu Bo said with a faint smile, "I thought you would say some pretty words like 'I've admired you for a long time' or 'it's more than I could hope for'."
Lin Yang shook his head: "Such words are too fake; Your Excellency wouldn't believe them either."
Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly.
The laughter sounded exceptionally loud in the silent courtyard, startling a Kochou that was resting on a flower petal.
"Interesting, truly interesting!"
Dugu Bo stopped laughing, a trace of an indescribable, complex emotion showing in his eyes.
"The world knows that I, Dugu Bo, am eccentric and temperamental. Even if they fear or loathe me, they wouldn't dare show half a bit of true sincerity before me. On the contrary, you kid, your honesty is quite rare!"
Lin Yang said: "I am merely telling the truth."
Dugu Bo set down his teacup and lightly tapped the stone table, making rhythmic "thump-thump" sounds.
"Do you know that I, Dugu Bo, have never taken a single disciple in my life?"
"Junior knows."
"Do you know why I haven't?"
Lin Yang thought for a moment: "Your Excellency is a man of character and looks down on mediocrity, while Geniuses... might not necessarily catch Your Excellency's eye."
Dugu Bo's finger tapping the table paused slightly, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
"You kid really know how to talk."
Lin Yang had a faint smile on his Face: "Just telling the truth!"
"Well said, 'telling the truth'!"
Dugu Bo suddenly stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion with his hands behind his back, and turned his back to Lin Yang.
"Since you are so honest, I will be honest for once. I will not take you as a disciple because I cannot teach you."
Lin Yang frowned slightly.
"All my Poison cultivation was developed through my own struggles," Dugu Bo looked at his palm, a trace of pain appearing in his eyes.
"The path of poison is extremely dangerous; a slight mistake will lead to eternal damnation and poison future generations."
"Moreover, your Martial Soul is a blade, which doesn't fit my Legacy. Therefore... I cannot teach you."
Hearing these words, Lin Yang's brow smoothed out instead. He hesitated for a few seconds and then asked tentatively.
"Is Your Excellency because of the... poison on Senior Sister Dugu?"
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying Soul Power pressure instantly enveloped Lin Yang.
Dugu Bo suddenly turned around, his Face terrifyingly dark, his voice sounding as if it were squeezed through his teeth, overflowing with killing intent.
"How did you know?"
Lin Yang's Face turned red, and the bones all over his body creaked as if he were carrying a burden of ten thousand pounds.
A black light flashed, and "Scarlet Edge" automatically appeared in his hand.
An External Soul Bone?
A flash of surprise appeared in Dugu Bo's eyes.
And at this moment, Soul Rings also emerged one by one from beneath Lin Yang's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple!
But then Dugu Bo's vision blurred, and the three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple—turned into three different colors: yellow, purple, and black.
Especially that massive black Soul Ring, which was incredibly deep, hovered around Lin Yang, resisting the pressure.
At this moment, Dugu Bo was completely stunned.
"This... how is this possible?"
Three-Ring—Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?
This scene before him simply overturned Dugu Bo's decades of Cultivate common sense.
If a thousand-year second Soul Ring was like throwing a bomb into a swimming pool—causing a sensation, but only a temporary one.
Then the appearance of a ten thousand year third Soul Ring was like throwing a freaking nuclear bomb onto the seabed, enough to overturn all past Martial Soul theories on the Douluo Continent.
Having reacted by now, Dugu Bo withdrew his pressure, his green eyes staring intently at Lin Yang, his voice raspy.
"Kid, who are you?"
Lin Yang didn't speak; he had just been suppressed too hard and was now a bit out of breath.
He cursed inwardly; this Old Poison Fiend was like a chameleon, falling out with people at a moment's notice!
After taking a few deep breaths, Lin Yang finally looked up at the Poison Douluo.
"Your Excellency, I am just an ordinary Soul Master from a farming family, without any special background."
"Bullshit," Dugu Bo flicked his sleeve.
"An External Soul Bone, a thousand-year second ring, a ten thousand year third ring, and you can even see the poison on Yanzi at a glance, yet you tell me you're an ordinary Soul Master?"
Lin Yang looked helpless, his tone calm.
"Your Excellency, what I said is the truth; I've just had a few more fortuitous encounters than ordinary people."
"You call those 'a few encounters'?"
"Who are you trying to flex on?"
Dugu Bo was so angry he wanted to curse, but he calmed down instead.
In the Face of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, the fact that this kid could see the poison on Yanzi actually became the most normal thing.
Moreover, having lived for so many years and seen all kinds of storms, a freak with secrets wasn't enough to make him lose his composure to this extent.
That's right, not a monster, but a freak of nature!
He turned and sat by the stone table, pouring himself another cup of tea.
"Kid, I have plenty of time. I'll wait for you to give me an explanation."
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