Chapter 29: Little Snake: Even the Snakes in the Jar Know That the Young Master Loves Whale Glue!
According to his father's description, the Seven-Colored Poison Core was meant to contain all the toxins within the body. Once formed, future poison techniques would draw their venom not from the soul power, but from the Poison Core itself.
This would prevent the poison from contacting the body directly, thereby protecting the soul master from self-poisoning.
It was just like how the flesh of a venomous snake wasn't inherently poisonous—the venom was isolated to certain glands, sacs, and fangs.
The same principle likely applied here. The Seven-Colored Poison Core would condense and hold all of one's toxins.
But this Poison Core was not the same as his internal energy bead.
The energy bead was like the inner core of a snake-type soul beast—a part of the beast's overall strength, containing not only poison but also soul power and physical refinement.
Judging by the cultivation process beyond the Titled Douluo realm, Dugu Feng speculated that the Seven-Colored Poison Core might serve as a toxin-type soul core, or perhaps function as a poison sac similar to that of a serpent.
It made sense, in theory.
For now, it was only speculation. The truth would depend on his future cultivation.
"Father, I'll train diligently at the academy!"
Having gotten the answers he sought, Dugu Feng saw his father once again fall into silence.
He quietly stepped out of the ancestral hall.
Outside, he spotted Little Snake waiting for him. The short figure stood beneath an ancient tree, its shadow so small that Dugu Feng had mistaken it for a stone post.
"Young Master, please join me for a meal," Little Snake said calmly.
That line could have been delivered with cheer—but somehow, from Little Snake's mouth, it sounded utterly flat.
"It's not going to be fried scorpion and snake meat again, is it?" Dugu Feng muttered.
"No. There's wine, meat, and whale glue—your favorite. Old Snake just got some, five thousand years in age," Little Snake said solemnly.
Dugu Feng scowled. "Who said I like whale glue?!"
"Old Scorpion told Old Snake after visiting you last time. Old Snake's a chatterbox, so now even the snakes in the clay jars know that the Young Master loves whale glue," Little Snake said expressionlessly.
Even the snakes in the jars knew?
Damn it, that Old Scorpion!
And Old Snake—what a blabbermouth!
Still, anger aside, five-thousand-year whale glue was worth putting up with it.
He followed Little Snake back to his room, where the latter efficiently took a food container out from a soul guide and began laying out dishes.
Sure enough, it was a spread of the fatty meats and rich foods Dugu Feng used to order Little Snake to buy. Clearly, the boy hadn't learned to change things up.
Among the plates sat a small bowl containing translucent whale glue, somehow melted to a crystal-like texture.
"Young Master, Old Snake might not believe you eat whale glue for cultivation, but I do," Little Snake said earnestly.
"A promising student!" Dugu Feng said, pleased, tearing into a spicy chicken leg eagerly.
At least Little Snake trusted him. After all this time together, it seemed their bond still meant something.
Not everyone was as shameless as Old Snake.
Little Snake quietly nibbled at a steamed bun, his meal rhythm unchanging.
By the time Dugu Feng had nearly wiped the table clean, Little Snake had just finished his one bun and one bowl of soup—right on schedule.
Dugu Feng swallowed the small piece of five-thousand-year whale glue, feeling his energy bead begin to spin and digest it rapidly.
"Young Master, tomorrow Old Snake and I will go to the Heaven Dou Auction House. He plans to buy me a Catwoman. He says Catwomen underwent mutation during Martial Soul awakening—their bodies have traces of beast blood, which might help them withstand our Jade Phosphor Serpent poison.
I've saved up quite a lot of money. Young Master, I plan to buy one for you too—so that after you eat whale glue, you won't have to suffer… unnecessary tension."
It was the longest thing Little Snake had ever said.
Dugu Feng, immersed in cultivation, froze mid-breath. His eyes shot open.
"Little Snake, do you not trust me? I eat whale glue for cultivation—to strengthen my body and prepare for higher-level soul rings!"
"I believe you, Young Master. But still… you shouldn't repress yourself. Long-term repression is bad for the body," Little Snake said seriously, his thin face crinkling with concern.
"Get out! You don't believe me at all!"
"Yes, Young Master!" Little Snake said quickly, scooping up the dishes and darting out of the room, not even caring that it was his own quarters.
"Ah… Little Snake's been corrupted too," Dugu Feng sighed.
Why did no one believe him? One day, when his second soul ring surpassed all known limits, they'd see he wasn't lying.
He closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.
By dawn, he returned to the academy.
For the next three days, Dugu Feng carefully observed.
Ning Rongrong remained quiet. Even Feng Ling and Feng Li showed no signs of provocation.
In class and in the simulated training grounds, they behaved as though they'd never clashed with him.
As for the wagered items from their duel—Ning Rongrong did not go back on her word. Within a month, Dugu Feng received everything owed.
During their exchange, Ning Rongrong's eyes contained both confusion and disdain.
To her, Dugu Feng's focused nature didn't match that of a man obsessed with lust.
So why had he demanded whale glue? Did he really have such a filthy, hypocritical nature beneath that calm exterior?
She couldn't make sense of him.
Regardless of her thoughts, Dugu Feng calmly accepted the prizes.
He'd built a modest fortune for himself now.
After that, they rarely interacted again—only offering polite nods when they crossed paths.
Dugu Feng preferred it that way. It left him more time for cultivation.
Time slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year passed. Dugu Feng turned seven. His soul power reached level sixteen.
The two energy beads in his body had accumulated energy to fifty-four percent. Once they reached a hundred, they would divide again into four—a thought that thrilled him.
That day.
At the gates of the Dugu residence, a luxurious carriage stood waiting.
A group of knights clad in the uniforms of the Royal Guard surrounded it, mounted on fine warhorses—each one a cultivated soul master, the elite of the elite.
Though waiting, not one showed impatience.
When Dugu Shuo and Dugu Feng finally emerged, the knights straightened and bowed respectfully, escorting them into the carriage.
As it rolled forward, Dugu Shuo spoke.
"Three years ago, the Second Prince suddenly died of poisoning. Two years ago, the Third Prince suffered the same fate. Since then, every three months, I've been summoned to the palace to test all royal family members for toxins.
You're sharp, my son. This time you'll accompany me. Observe carefully. See if you can find any clues."
A thoughtful glimmer passed through Dugu Shuo's eyes.
"Yes, Father," Dugu Feng replied, a chill running through his heart. Three years ago—that had been right after he first transmigrated.
Judging by the timeline, it all matched perfectly.
Dugu Bo had once told Tang San that Xue Qinghe, at fourteen, had poisoned the Second Prince, and the following year, the Third Prince.
Dugu Feng was roughly Tang San's age, while Xue Qinghe—Qian Renxue—was about ten years older.
That meant when he was four years old, the Second Prince had indeed been poisoned to death.
(END CHAPTER)
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