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

Feng Yao lightly tapped a leaf of the Blue Silver Emperor with his fingertip and said softly, "Have your people wait outside the poison array." He looked at the seven-colored, misty poison array, "Although the energy there is abundant, entering rashly might harm your people."

The golden markings on the Blue Silver Emperor shimmered slightly, followed by a gentle spiritual wave that rippled outwards: "Little Blue, wait here with the children."

"I obey Your Majesty's command." The Blue Silver King's aged voice echoed through the forest. Suddenly, countless Blue Silver Grasses emerged from their camouflage, only to vanish back into the surrounding vegetation in an instant, leaving only the mental network trembling slightly in the air.

Feng Yao nodded in satisfaction, a wisp of blue-gold soul power gathering in his palm: "In a moment, I will select the most suitable habitat for you, one that provides ample energy without harming you from the powerful ice and fire forces."

The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor gently wrapped around his wrist, as if expressing gratitude. Qian Renxue noticed that all the Blue Silver Grass hidden in the shadows were tilted slightly towards Feng Yao, like subjects bowing to their king.

Feng Yao flashed through the seven-colored poisonous miasma like a ghost. When he landed at the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye, Dugu Bo, who was tending to the medicine potion, suddenly looked up, his emerald green snake eyes suddenly contracting.

"who!"

A cold glint flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes. With a flick of his sleeves, a cloud of eerie green poisonous mist lunged at the approaching figure as if it were alive. Considering they were in a medicinal garden, he only used a fraction of his strength, yet the mist still carried a pungent, fishy odor.

Feng Yao was then surprised to find that his hair color and appearance had changed. In an instant, Feng Yao summoned the seven soul rings of "Fuxi" and they swirled around him. He lightly plucked the strings of his zither, and a clear and melodious sound spread out, blocking the poisonous mist three feet away.

"Senior Dugu, it's me!"

Amidst the lingering sound of Fuxi's zither, Feng Yao's face gradually became clear. He smiled wryly and touched his discolored hair: "It seems this new look is indeed easy to misunderstand."

The Blue Silver Emperor teapot shook its leaves in the jade pot, its golden veins shimmering as if to say, "Serves you right!"

Dugu Bo paused slightly, his ears twitched, and the poisonous mist he was about to condense in his hand suddenly dissipated. He narrowed his emerald green snake eyes, scrutinizing the young man before him, his gaze gradually aligning with the image of Feng Yao in his mind: "You brat, it's you."

"Senior, how have you been?" Feng Yao smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. Seven soul rings lit up one after another beneath his feet, with the seventh ring, black with a hint of red, being particularly eye-catching.

Dugu Bo, no longer bothered by Feng Yao's sudden change in appearance, looked at the spirit rings surrounding Feng Yao and dropped the medicine shovel in his hand, staring at the person before him in disbelief. In just a few short years, this young man had actually broken through to the Soul Saint realm! His precious granddaughter was still struggling at the high-level Soul King level.

A glint of light flashed in Dugu Bo's serpentine eyes, and his withered fingers suddenly gripped Feng Yao's shoulder: "You brat, how did you do that? Don't try to hoard such an opportunity! It's my Yanyan."

Feng Yao calmly brushed his hand away and smiled, "This junior did indeed have some good fortune while hunting for the sixth spirit ring."

"Bullshit!" Dugu Bo's beard trembled with rage. "I've lived for over eighty years and have never heard of any extraordinary encounter that could allow a Soul Master to leap directly from Soul Emperor to Soul Saint!"

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, his venomous gaze sweeping over Feng Yao: "Unless..." Before he could finish, he abruptly looked at the jade basin in Feng Yao's arms, "What good thing are you hiding in your arms?"

Feng Yao gently stroked the edge of the jade basin, causing the golden patterns of the Blue Silver Emperor to flow: "This is precisely the purpose of my journey."

Dugu Bo raised his eyebrows high: "Oh?"

"We were very fortunate to have their help during the Soul Hunt," Feng Yao said, gesturing around. "In return, I'd like them to relocate here. The Blue Silver Clan's concealment is far more effective than your poison array."

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes, looking at the golden patterns on the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves with surprise: "Blue Silver Grass? Golden patterns... This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it in all my years. You've lured the king here, kid?" He suddenly frowned, "But with its cultivation level, how did it become king? It wasn't even eaten by its own kind."

"It was once a 100,000-year-old soul beast," Feng Yao's voice suddenly deepened, "but degenerated due to a sacrifice."

The leaves in the jade basin trembled slightly, as if telling a story of the past.

Dugu Bo's snake-like eyes suddenly contracted, and his withered fingers unconsciously twirled his beard. "Good lad!" His voice abruptly rose, "You wouldn't have stolen someone's soul ring and soul bone, and now you want to atone for your sins by using this precious land of mine, would you? No, wait a minute, you don't even have a 100,000-year soul ring. With your talent, how could you possibly be a match for a 100,000-year soul beast?"

The Blue Silver Emperor in the jade basin suddenly shook its leaves, and the flowing golden patterns revealed a hint of mockery, as if it was waiting to see how Feng Yao would respond.

“What you say, senior…” Feng Yao touched the tip of his nose, revealing an innocent expression. “I did take her soul bone, but she sacrificed that soul ring to someone else.” He lightly tapped a leaf of the Blue Silver Emperor with his fingertip. “I’m a man of my word.”

"A wild, 100,000-year-old soul bone?!" Dugu Bo's voice changed, and he glared at Feng Yao with a sour look. "You've probably used up all your good fortune for your next life!"

Feng Yao grinned, a sly glint in his eyes: "Luck is also part of strength, isn't it?"

Dugu Bo stared at the gently swaying Blue Silver Grass in the jade basin, and suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply. A long-buried memory surfaced in his mind—the blue-clad boy he had driven away from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and the young Soul Master who used the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul in the Soul Master Competition.

"Blue Silver Grass, Tang San, Tang Hao!" Dugu Bo's voice suddenly turned serious. If he remembered correctly, Tang Hao's ninth spirit ring was at the 100,000-year level. He grabbed Feng Yao's shoulder, "Kid, you better tell me honestly, what exactly is the relationship between this Blue Silver Grass and Tang Hao?"

Feng Yao's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he said softly, "Senior has keen insight. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the source of Tang Hao's ninth spirit ring."

"You!" Dugu Bo was so angry his beard bristled. "Stealing Tang Hao's soul bone wasn't enough for you, you also want to use my herb garden to shield you from disaster? If it were me, I would have burned it to the ground right now!"

Just as Dugu Bo was about to erupt, Feng Yao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he whispered, "Senior, please calm down. Tang Hao is already at his limit and is too busy to help himself; he would never come looking for trouble."

Dugu Bo was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he heard this and paused, then lowered his voice and said, "You little rascal, just take the soul bone and run away. Why did you have to provoke it?"

Feng Yao's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Senior, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. If Tang Hao dares to seek revenge, just tell him that the soul bone was taken by me, Feng Yao, and has nothing to do with you. Besides, this Blue Silver Emperor is on your territory, so what can Tang Hao do to you?"

"Alright, alright, as long as you know what you're doing." Dugu Bo waved his hand dismissively, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "Damn it, what kind of luck is this? Others risk their lives to find a soul ring, and you, not only did you get a soul ring, you also picked up a 100,000-year-old soul bone for free!" As he spoke, he couldn't help but glare at Feng Yao again, his tone a mixture of envy and helplessness. "Hehe." Feng Yao's lips curled up slightly, a sly smile flashing in his eyes.

"Alright," Dugu Bo waved his hand casually, "Clear away all the Azure Phosphorous Seven Absolute Flowers from the poison array, and the poison array will naturally dissipate."

Feng Yao nodded slightly: "Then I'll take it to find a suitable place to stay."

Dugu Bo nodded slightly, his gaze thoughtfully fixed on Feng Yao's departing figure.

Feng Yao leaped into the valley, and in an instant, violent ice and fire power surged forth like a tidal wave. He quickly circulated his soul power, forming a protective shield around himself, carefully protecting the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand.

Upon landing, Feng Yao's expression hardened. He gently raised his right hand, and a dazzling innate Bagua disc slowly appeared in his palm. As the Bagua runes flowed, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, carefully sensing the energy flow in the valley.

“This place should suit you well.” Feng Yao opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm, the energy here is even more abundant than I imagined." The gentle voice of the Blue Silver Emperor echoed in Feng Yao's mind, tinged with a hint of surprise.

The light on the Bagua compass flickered, eventually settling on a single point. Following the guidance, Feng Yao arrived at an open space where the forces of ice and fire were perfectly balanced, and the air was filled with a rich life force.

"Here, yin and yang are in harmony, and energy abounds." Feng Yao gently stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor. "You will surely thrive here."

The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor trembled slightly, as if responding to his words. The moment Feng Yao gently planted it in the soil, a miracle occurred—the emerald green vines unfurled at an astonishing speed, and the leaves, nourished by the energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, shone with a crystalline luster, growing into a vibrant Blue Silver Emperor in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, you can rest here and recuperate. I'll go settle your people." Feng Yao gently stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Hmm," the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves trembled slightly, as if it wanted to say something but stopped itself.

Feng Yao noticed her hesitation and stopped to ask, "Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

A moment of silence filled the air, then the gentle yet sorrowful voice of the Blue Silver Emperor echoed in Feng Yao's mind: "I know you are not bad people, but I still want to beg you, please let A-Hao and Xiao-San go."

A knowing glint flashed in Feng Yao's eyes: "It seems you've already sensed Xue'er's aura." He looked up into the distance, his voice growing deeper: "But you must understand, hatred between humans is like the food chain in the world of soul beasts—it's either you die or I live. What Xue'er and I must do is break this fate and create a world where we can understand each other."

His tone suddenly turned cold: "Before this, if they wisely avoid our path, we naturally won't make things difficult for them. But if they insist on blocking our way..." Feng Yao didn't continue, but the murderous intent in his words was self-evident.

The Blue Silver Emperor's leaves drooped limply: "I understand."

"Until we meet again." Feng Yao turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the misty fog.

Watching his departing figure, Blue Silver Emperor sighed silently in his heart: "Ah Hao, Little San, this is the last thing I can do for you." The dewdrops condensed on the leaves shimmered in the sunlight, like a tear that had not yet fallen.

Feng Yao quickly reappeared in Dugu Bo's herb garden. Dugu Bo leaned against an ancient tree, squinting at the strange Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire in the distance, and suddenly spoke, "You brat, you wouldn't be thinking of using the power here to raise that soul beast, would you?"

Feng Yao chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this: "Senior is joking. At its cultivation speed, it might not even have broken through ten thousand years of cultivation by the time I become a Title Douluo."

Dugu Bo frowned, looking at Feng Yao suspiciously: "Then why did you go through all this trouble to get it here? And take such a big risk?"

Feng Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant: "It's true I took its soul bone, but it did help me. Since I knew there was such a suitable place for it, why not lend a hand? Besides..." He changed the subject, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "This is also good for you, Senior. There's another Blue Silver King outside, with nearly 100,000 years of cultivation; they're all its kin. With them around, they can not only guard your herb garden but also carefully tend to these immortal herbs. If in the future..."

"You want me to believe in a bunch of soul beasts?" Dugu Bo interrupted with a cold snort, but a hint of wavering flashed in his eyes.

Feng Yao calmly took two steps forward, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "I understand your concerns, senior. You're worried that Sister Yan's strength won't be enough to deter these soul beasts in the future. However... why not make them pay the price in the form of 'rent'?"

"Rental fee?" Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Feng Yao calmly and deliberately explained how he obtained his seventh soul ring. As he spoke, Dugu Bo's expression changed constantly, sometimes shocked, sometimes thoughtful, and finally he asked with some doubt, "You brat, you're not trying to trick me, are you?" Although he said this, his voice already revealed a hint of barely suppressed anticipation.

"How dare this junior deceive you, senior?" Feng Yao's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he continued to coax her, "Although Sister Yan doesn't possess the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline and cannot condense a complete soul ring like I do, we can certainly have them assist us through a sacrifice. With the allure of this treasure land before us, coupled with your intimidating presence, senior, reaching an agreement with the Blue Silver Clan shouldn't be difficult."

He paused, then added meaningfully, "Soul beasts have long lifespans and simple minds. Over time, Sister Yan will naturally develop a deep bond with them. At that point, would you still worry about your family's prosperity?"

Dugu Bo gasped, his eyes gleaming, and exclaimed in admiration, "Brilliant! Brilliant indeed! Your idea is brilliant!" He then suddenly lowered his voice, realizing his mistake, "However, this matter requires further consideration."

Feng Yao's lips curled into a slight smile, a sly glint in his eyes: "When I bring them in later, Senior, you must show goodwill while maintaining your authority. Let them experience the wonders of this treasure land firsthand." He paused meaningfully, "After I leave, Senior can discuss the terms later. After all, once they've tasted the benefits here, they'll be impossible to get rid of."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo was taken aback at first, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Good lad!" He patted Feng Yao's shoulder forcefully, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Such scheming is truly to my liking!"

Feng Yao shook his head and chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Senior, you're mistaken. How can this be considered a scheme?" He elegantly spread his hands, his tone sincere and frank: "This is called mutual benefit, each getting what they need. The Blue Silver Clan gains this sacred cultivation ground, and Senior gains a group of dedicated herb garden guardians. Isn't that wonderful?"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the valley: "What a fine example of mutual benefit!" He stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming. "In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone describe scheming in such a refined and elegant way. However..." The old poisoner suddenly lowered his voice, leaning close to Feng Yao's ear, "I like it!"

(End of this chapter)