Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Before Wen Yu could recover from the shock, Xu Jiujiu pulled her quickly to the door of the ward.

The corridor was still crowded with people. Palace maids, eunuchs, and doctors were gathered at the door, whispering anxiously. Inside the ward, a furious roar came from the doorway, making the door tremble slightly.

"Who did this! Who did this! Where is my disciple's bird?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wen Yu immediately realized it was the voice of Xuanzi, the legendary 'Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect'.

How did this guy get here so fast?
Just then, Manyi, who was guarding the door, quickly walked over and stopped the two with a solemn expression: "Your Highness, Miss Wenyu, it would be better if you waited outside."

The situation inside... was too painful to look at.

Wen Yu and Xu Jiujiu exchanged a glance, both seeing curiosity in each other's eyes.

After a long while, she couldn't help but ask, "Grandma Manyi, what's going on inside?"

Man Yi glanced around warily and said in a low voice, "I just took a look, and it's a massive hemorrhage."

Tang San was already injured, and after this incident, he will probably need to lie in bed for several months to barely recover.

And then there's the second son of the White Tiger Duke, he's simply..."

Before Man Yi could finish speaking, the door to the ward was suddenly flung open, and Xuan Zi stormed out, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone. He demanded of the people at the door, "Where is Wang Xian'er?!"

Manyi glanced at Wen Yu subconsciously, then stepped forward and respectfully replied, "Reporting to Senior Xuanzi, Wang Xian'er should be enshrined in the Hall of Offerings."

"Damn woman! My disciple has been tortured like this, and you call this treatment?!" Xuanzi roared, not caring about lingering any longer. He pushed off with his feet and flew towards the direction of the offering hall that Manyi had mentioned, leaving a group of physicians trembling in fear.

Wen Yu became somewhat interested and quickly walked to the door of the ward.

Seeing this, Xu Jiujiu could only helplessly follow, secretly praying that the scene inside wouldn't be too shocking.

Upon entering the ward, a strong smell of blood hit me.

A pool of glaring bloodstains lay on the ground. Tang San and Dai Huabin were both lying on the hospital bed, convulsing uncontrollably, their faces as pale as paper. Even though they were dressed neatly, they could not hide their disheveled state.

Dai Hao stood in front of the hospital bed, his back to the door, his shoulders trembling slightly, his expression extremely complex, a mixture of anger, pain, and a barely perceptible hint of regret.

He noticed someone entering, turned around abruptly, and saw that it was Wen Yu and Xu Jiujiu who walked in. He immediately stepped forward and asked urgently, "Your Highness, Miss Wen Yu, do you know why they have become like this?"

"That bowl of soup." Wen Yu's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally landing on the unfinished bowl of nourishing soup on the bedside table.

The soup contained a faint yet eerie aura of poison. This poison was rare, unlike the one used by Dugu Luo. Instead, it carried the unique pressure of a dragon descendant—the aura of the dragon descendants staring at the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

In an instant, Wen Yu guessed who the mastermind was—Mo Yan.

Of all the Dragon Soul members, only Mo Yan, that lazy dog, loves to make the Dragonborn do things for him.

And within the White Tiger Duke's sphere of influence, her dragon-blooded spies were everywhere.

Furthermore, given that Dugu Luo poisoned the soup at the end, it would have been incredibly easy for her to tamper with it.

Dai Hao followed Wen Yu's gaze to the bowl of soup, his expression instantly turning even more grim. Actually, he had already sensed something was wrong with the soup; his wife had specifically asked Dai Huabin to bring it over. He had a vague feeling that something was amiss then, but kept telling himself it was just his imagination. He never expected…

"Your Highness, Miss Wen Yu, I need to return to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion first." Dai Hao's voice was filled with suppressed anger. After speaking, he turned around and quickly left the ward, his steps heavy as if filled with lead.

He had to go back and question his wife about why she did this and what the point of it was!
Wen Yu watched Dai Hao's departing figure, then her gaze returned to Tang San and Dai Huabin, who were still convulsing on the bed.

Mo Yan, that lazy dog, has always been too lazy to get involved in these troublesome matters, but this time he took the initiative to set up a trap. It's definitely not just to mess with these two guys.

"Lazy dog's scheming is really something," Wen Yu cursed inwardly, then turned around and looked towards the door.

Xuanzi had already returned with Wang Xian'er. Wang Xian'er followed behind Xuanzi, her face still calm, as if she had expected this scene.

Wen Yu understood immediately—Wang Xian'er was going to take the blame for her again. However, this time the blame was much bigger than before, and it might even damage the reputation of her patronage.

Wang Xian'er entered the ward, glanced briefly at the two people convulsing on the bed, then turned her gaze to Xuanzi and said calmly, "Xuanzi, I'll answer your question from earlier."

The reason for cutting off your disciple's thing is that the toxins in his body have invaded his bone marrow. If it is not removed in time, the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline will be polluted, which will affect the foundation of his martial soul.

I had the doctors do this to preserve his path of cultivation, do you understand?

"You're talking nonsense!" Xuanzi didn't believe it at all and retorted angrily, "What kind of poison is so powerful as to threaten a martial soul bloodline? You're clearly making excuses!"

Without wasting words, Wang Xian'er took out a transparent test tube from her storage soul tool. The test tube contained a few drops of black venom, which she had collected from Tang San's body.

She handed the test tube to Xuanzi and said indifferently, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Xuanzi also had a fiery temper. Without saying a word, he took the test tube and crushed it.

The black venom instantly splashed onto his palm, and a piercing pain shot through him. Even with his cultivation level as a Limit Douluo, he couldn't help but groan. The skin on his palm turned black and ulcerated at a visible speed.

Although the toxin only stayed in his body for a few seconds before being forcibly expelled, its domineering corrosiveness still left him with lingering fear.

Using such poison on a student who hasn't even grown up yet, on one's own apprentice... it's absolutely despicable!
"Dugu Luo!!!"

Xuanzi roared, and his Xuanhuang soul power erupted instantly, like a runaway bull, sweeping wildly through the entire ward.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and window glass was shattered. If Wang Xian'er hadn't reacted quickly and protected Xu Jiujiu in time, the princess would probably have been blown away by the soul force.

As for Wen Yu, she simply stood still, surrounded by a faint barrier of soul power, which kept all impacts at bay, leaving her unharmed.

The next second, Xuanzi's figure burst through the broken window and sped off in a certain direction, clearly going to settle scores with Dugu Luo.

Looking at the broken window, Wen Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and instantly understood Mo Yan's true purpose.

This lazy dog ​​wasn't really after Tang San and Dai Huabin; what she really wanted to deal with was Xuanzi!

...(End of chapter)