Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

In just a few days, the Heavenly Dou Empire completed a silent power transition.

On the path meticulously paved by Ning Fengzhi, Qian Renxue took control of this vast empire at an astonishing speed.

Having had a rare few days of leisure, Feng Yao, upon hearing the news of Dugu Yan's emergence from seclusion, immediately took Ye Lingling and Xiao Wu to Sunset Forest.

The moment his boots touched the soil surrounding Dugu Boyao's position, the entire forest of blue silver grass suddenly moved without wind, bowing down to him in unison. An indescribable sense of intimacy surged into his mind like a tide, causing him to unconsciously stop in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wu in Ye Lingling's arms perked up her ears, her ruby-like eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Feng Yao did not answer. He bent down and gently touched a swaying blue silver grass, feeling a subtle fluctuation of soul power emanating from his fingertips—a feeling that was both strange and familiar, as if it were a call from the depths of his bloodline.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness."

The majestic voice of the Blue Silver King echoed like an ancient bell in the sea of ​​Feng Yao's spirit, carrying with it the vicissitudes and reverence that transcends the years.

Feng Yao paused slightly, a smile involuntarily playing on his lips: "Your Highness, are you addressing me like that?"

“Of course.” The Blue Silver King’s voice carried an unusual gentleness. “With royal blood flowing through your veins, you are undoubtedly a prince of my Blue Silver clan.”

Feng Yao could clearly sense the gratitude in the other party's words. It was because he had transplanted some of the Blue Silver Grass to Dugu Bo's herb garden that this clan was able to thrive in such a precious place.

"Feng Yao?" Ye Lingling looked curiously at her lover who had suddenly stopped, while Xiao Wu in her arms also perked up her ears. They could only see the blue silver grass around them moving without wind, but they could not hear the spiritual dialogue that transcended races.

"It's nothing." Feng Yao gently stroked a swaying blue silver grass, its leaves affectionately twining around his fingertips. "Just greeting the owner of this place."

Ye Lingling slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at the magical scene before her. Xiao Wu, however, suddenly fell silent, a complex emotion flashing in her ruby-like eyes—as a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, she knew better than anyone what it meant to make the entire forest of Blue Silver Grass bow down in submission.

Feng Yao smiled and took Ye Lingling's hand, walking forward. Wherever they went, the Blue Silver Grass parted to make way, shimmering with a gentle blue-gold halo under the setting sun.

The two followed the winding path and arrived at the wooden house built by Dugu Bo. Looking around, the entire mountain had transformed into a sea of ​​blue silver grass, with only the rare herbs carefully cultivated by Dugu Bo remaining around the herb garden. A gentle breeze rippled through the layers of blue silver grass leaves, causing them to undulate like waves, shimmering with a lustrous blue-gold glow in the setting sun.

"How is your Empress recovering?" Feng Yao squatted down and lightly touched an exceptionally thick Blue Silver Grass with his fingertips.

The Blue Silver King's gentle voice echoed in his mind: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. My King is recovering very well." A blade of grass affectionately wrapped around his wrist. "However, since Your Highness is recuperating in the core area of ​​this precious land, you are temporarily unable to communicate directly with me using the power of your people."

Ye Lingling watched this scene with curiosity, but Xiao Wu in her arms suddenly perked up her ears. As a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, she could feel the immense life force contained in this blue silver grass sea, and she could also vaguely sense that in the deepest part of the forest, an ancient aura that made her heart tremble was sleeping.

The door to the wooden cabin opened slightly, and Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan stepped out side by side. Feng Yao's pupils contracted slightly; Dugu Yan before him had drastically changed appearance—

Her once short, purple hair now shimmered with a faint blue-gold luster, her skin was as translucent as jade, and the vitality in her eyes bore a striking resemblance to Feng Yao. Even her entire body was enveloped in a lustrous, emerald-like glow.

"Yanyan?" Ye Lingling opened her beautiful eyes in surprise, and Xiao Wu in her arms also perked up her ears.

Dugu Yan flashed and arrived in front of the two like a gentle breeze, lightly touching Ye Lingling's nose with her fingertip: "What? You don't even recognize your sister?" Her voice was still bright, but with a touch more ethereal.

Feng Yao carefully examined the blue-gold aura swirling around her and chuckled, "I almost didn't recognize you."

"It was Grandpa Blue Silver who used the power of the entire clan to help me awaken my new talent." Dugu Yan twirled around, her skirt fluttering and scattering specks of blue-silver light. "Now my martial soul is not only more toxic, but also possesses a powerful life force, and can even use the life force of the Blue Silver Grass to neutralize the toxins."

Dugu Bo chuckled softly from the side, "You brat, now you know why I insisted you come, right?" His withered fingers gently stroked his granddaughter's hair. "This girl insisted on being the first to show you."

As Dugu Yan finished speaking, her soul power surged, and the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul slowly appeared behind her. Unlike Dugu Bo's sinister, eerie green Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, her Azure Scale Serpent shimmered with an emerald-like luster, its scales entwined with blue-gold life patterns.

The originally deadly poisonous aura became unusually active under the nourishment of the Blue Silver Grass's vitality. The poisonous mist was no longer a lifeless, gloomy green, but danced lightly around her like a living thing, sometimes transforming into a serpent, sometimes scattering into starlight. Each wisp of poisonous mist contained an astonishingly contradictory beauty of life and destruction coexisting.

Dugu Bo rarely showed a relieved smile: "This girl's martial spirit can no longer be simply called the Azure Phosphorous Serpent."

The setting sun cast a golden glow over the scene, and the entire expanse of blue-silver grass swayed without a breeze, as if celebrating the new life it had bestowed. As Dugu Yan retracted her martial spirit, tiny specks of blue-gold light still danced in her hair. She winked mischievously at Feng Yao: "How about it? Pretty good, right?"

"Snakes belong to Yin Fire, while the Blue Silver Clan possesses extremely strong vitality, belonging to Yang Wood. Wood generates fire, creating a perfect harmony." Feng Yao gazed at the transformation of Dugu Yan's martial soul, gaining a clear understanding in his heart.

He suddenly turned around, smiling and bowing towards a certain spot deep in the forest: "Thank you for your help in this transformation."

Not far away, the blue silver grass swayed without wind, and a blue figure condensed from pure soul power slowly emerged. The illusory figure of the Blue Silver King shimmered with a soft halo in the setting sun, every contour outlined by the flowing blue silver grass leaves.

"Your Highness is too kind." The Blue Silver King waved his hand gently, his voice like a clear spring. "The life energy nurtured by this precious land far surpasses the meager effort we have put in." He looked around at the lush Blue Silver Grass Sea, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "The Blue Silver Clan is willing to protect this place for generations to come, and to build this pure land together with Your Highness."

Dugu Bo remained silent, a rare occurrence, a kind smile appearing on his face. But Feng Yao clearly saw that the old poison master's fingers were trembling slightly in his sleeve—this patch of Blue Silver Grass and her medicinal paste had ultimately become the most precious gift he left for his granddaughter.

Xiao Wu shifted restlessly in Ye Lingling's arms. Her instincts as a 100,000-year-old soul beast made her feel both awe and affection for the Blue Silver King's aura. The gloom that had perpetually lingered between Dugu Bo's brows had dissipated, and he seemed to have been relieved of a great burden, even his wrinkles smoothing out. He rarely showed a genuine smile, and his gray beard and hair gleamed warmly in the setting sun, making him look like a kind old neighbor.

"Hey, kid!" He suddenly pointed at the Blue Silver King, stretched out his palm towards Feng Yao, and his eyes gleamed with cunning. "I heard from this old man that what you stole from my herb garden back then were all extraordinary treasures."

Feng Yao smiled faintly: "I do have a few plants left, but—"

"Can't I keep it for my little grandson?" Dugu Bo sneered, his withered finger poking at Feng Yao, poisonous mist swirling from his sleeve. "You brat, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

Dugu Yan's ear tips instantly turned a blush, and she stamped her foot, saying, "Grandpa! What nonsense are you talking about!" Her hair was like fireflies swaying in the sunset.

"Did I say something wrong?" Dugu Bo narrowed his cloudy old eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two. "Ever since this kid showed up, you've been completely out of your mind." He suddenly leaned closer to Feng Yao, his breath, carrying the scent of medicine, brushing against the young man's face. "Or are you trying to deny it?"

Feng Yao calmly brushed aside the gray hairs that had fallen across the old poison master's forehead and chuckled, "The day you hold your grandson in your arms—" He turned to look at the misty haze deep within the herb garden, his voice carrying a mysterious rhythm, "the core area will naturally nurture new immortal treasures."

Dugu Bo narrowed his cloudy old eyes, his withered fingers calculating: "I remember you stole seven or eight immortal herbs back then, did you just chew them up like candy?" He stared at the aura flowing around Feng Yao, poisonous mist churning within his sleeves, "No wonder your cultivation has increased so strangely."

Feng Yao's fingertips brushed against the jade pendant at his waist, the blue-silver patterns gleaming slightly. "I only took seven in total," he said, counting on his fingers. "Two helped me break through, one fire-attribute one was given to Xue'er, and there's one I couldn't pick."

"Hmph," Dugu Bo snorted lightly, "So, what about leaving the remaining three plants for Yan Yan and the Ye family girl?" His old eyes glanced at Dugu Yan, who was bowing her head to the side.

Feng Yao lightly tapped the soul-guiding device with his fingertip: "You should know that this one can forge an indestructible body." He turned to the other two immortal herbs, his gaze slightly narrowing: "As for the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid and the Narcissus Jade Skin and Bone..."

"Although it's a divine item, it can only enhance soul power. At that time, the toxins in Yan Yan's body were not yet stable." Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yao shook his head with a bitter smile: "If anything had gone wrong, you would probably have reduced me to ashes."

“Then it should be given to Lingling too~” Dugu Yan’s slender fingers twirled the ends of her hair, causing her skirt to flutter and create tiny specks of light. Before she finished speaking, the entire patch of blue silver grass in the herb garden suddenly began to move without any wind.

Xiao Wu, whom Ye Lingling was holding, suddenly perked up her ears. She lightly covered her lips with her hand and said, "If you had given it to me first—" Her eyes flickered towards Dugu Yan, "I'm afraid you would have strangled Xiao Feng."

"Nonsense!" Suddenly, a blue-gold aura burst forth from Dugu Yan's body, and the blue-silver grass leaves wrapped around her hair stood up, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end. She blushed and took Ye Lingling's arm.

Feng Yao channeled his soul power into his palm, and two jade boxes slowly emerged from the void. The ancient patterns engraved on the boxes gleamed in the setting sun: "Now is the perfect time to take them."

He lightly tapped the jade box on the left with his fingertip, and the chilling aura emanating from the Narcissus Jade Skin instantly condensed into frost flowers on the box's surface: "After her second awakening, Yan Yan's talent has reached its peak." The illusory image of the icy immortal herb swirled on the box. "Although this item can only boost your soul power by one or two levels now, it can lay a solid foundation for your future attempt to become a Title Douluo."

Another jade box, engraved with a moon pattern, floated towards Ye Lingling. When it opened, the delicate fragrance of an eight-petaled fairy orchid caused the surrounding blue silver grass to droop. Feng Yao's eyes flashed with a silver light: "Although Sister Lingling has reached the Soul Emperor level, this fairy orchid—the fairy grass suddenly burst forth with starlight-like points of light—may not significantly increase your soul power, but it will make your future cultivation twice as effective."

"Only level one or two~" Dugu Yan pouted, the hair strands wrapped around her fingertips shimmering with a blue-gold halo, and the surrounding blue silver grass trembled slightly with her emotions.

A hint of a smile flashed in Feng Yao's eyes: "If you take it when you're around level 30, it will be enough to allow you to break through five levels or more."

"Level 5?!" Dugu Yan exclaimed in shock, "Then all those years of arduous meditation and cultivation..." Her red lips trembled slightly, and her blue hair moved without wind.

Feng Yao suddenly reached out and pressed down on her trembling shoulder, his voice so soft that only the three of them could hear: "But given your physical condition at the time..."

A thoughtful look flashed in Dugu Bo's cloudy eyes: "You were still young when you received your third soul ring." He gestured at his waist, a pain crossing his cloudy eyes. "If you forcibly break through to level forty and then absorb the fourth ring, the poison will kill you first."

A terrifying image flashed through Dugu Yan's mind: being devoured by her own poison.

A glint of light flashed in Dugu Bo's cloudy eyes. As a master of poisons, he knew better than anyone the chain reaction these rare and precious herbs would trigger within a Soul Master's body. The surging torrents of energy would rush through the meridians like a burst dam, widening the channels of Soul Power while also completely activating the toxins dormant in the blood.

"When the medicine takes effect," the old poisoner's withered fingers traced a path of poisonous mist in the air, "it'll be like throwing a spark into kerosene." He gazed at the blue-silver patterns dancing in Dugu Yan's hair, "the Azure Phosphorus Serpent venom within you will flow throughout your body along with your surging soul power, and then..."

"You're quite thoughtful, kid." Dugu Bo suddenly withdrew the poisonous fog, patted Feng Yao's shoulder, and his withered hand was surprisingly warm.

Feng Yao smiled slightly: "Xue'er only took it when she was a Soul Saint, so her level didn't increase. The six wings of the Angelic Martial Soul in the phantom suddenly ignited with golden-red flames, but the essence of the Martial Soul was sublimated."

He turned to the two women, his eyes gleaming with silver light: "It's not too late to take them now. The effects of the immortal herbs will gradually be released with each breakthrough you make, like spring rain nourishing the earth." Dugu Bo suddenly realized that the aura emitted by the two immortal herbs had somehow become perfectly synchronized with the life fluctuations of the two women.

Feng Yao gently stroked Xiao Wu's perked-up rabbit ears with his fingertips, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You all stay here and absorb the immortal herbs. I'll go to the core area to visit that sleeping emperor."

Suddenly, the Blue Silver Grass Sea moved without wind, laying a winding path beneath everyone's feet, with blue-gold specks of light swirling among the blades of grass like guiding stars. Just as Ye Lingling was about to nod, the snow-white Soft Bone Rabbit in her arms suddenly transformed into a stream of light and leaped into Feng Yao's arms, its pink nose gently brushing against his wrist.

"Oh?" Feng Yao raised an eyebrow and teased Xiao Wu's trembling long ears with his fingertips. "Does our Xiao Wu want to go and see too?" As he spoke, the blue silver grass within a three-zhang radius suddenly bloomed with tiny halos of light, as if in response to something.

Dugu Bo narrowed his cloudy old eyes—he clearly saw a glimmer of intelligence, not belonging to beasts, flash in the rabbit's ruby-like eyes.

(End of this chapter)