"Eat it."
Fu Ye retrieved a fist-sized golden melon from his system space and placed it in front of Dugu Yan.
"No!"
Dugu Yan was stubborn. Her grandfather had warned her—most herbs here were poisonous and inedible!
"I'll count to three. If you refuse, I'll force you."
The younger one consumed the Golden Dragon Sweet Potato, the greater its effects. Since she wouldn't cooperate, tough measures were necessary.
"Three."
"I won't eat it!"
"Two."
"Never!"
"One."
"No, no, no—!"
"Zero."
"Nooooooo— Gulp~~!"
To maximize the herb's potency, Fu Ye channeled his soul power, grinding the melon into powder and funneling it straight into Dugu Yan's mouth.
She barely registered the taste before the powdered essence surged through her.
"Ooh… I feel hot!"
Almost instantly, the magical herb took effect. Dugu Yan's body burned as if she stood beside a blazing furnace, heat saturating every inch of her.
Yet Fu Ye saw something else entirely.
An ethereal golden dragon coiled above Dugu Yan's brow, her martial soul undergoing a radical transformation. Since she'd only just awakened her martial spirit and hadn't yet absorbed a soul ring, the Golden Dragon Sweet Potato's influence was profound.
…
Meanwhile, Dugu Bo returned to his herb garden after hunting a four-hundred-year-old Black-Scaled Python.
But something was wrong.
Most of his precious herbs were gone.
"Yanyan!"
Rushing to the garden's heart, he was met with a sight that ignited his fury.
"Brat! You're dead!"
'Hm? Dugu Bo's voice?'
BOOM!
A massive serpent's tail lashed toward Fu Ye, kicking up a storm of dust. The impact cratered the earth, even the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well trembling violently.
BOOM—!
From within the debris, an even more oppressive force erupted, nearly flipping the entire oasis upside down.
As the dust settled, Dugu Bo lay convulsing on the ground, Fu Ye's foot hovering over his chest. The mere recoil had sapped the Titled Douluo of all strength!
"Stay down. Next time, I won't hold back."
Fu Ye barely spared him a glance. Thankfully, he'd shielded Dugu Yan—interrupting the herb's absorption would've diminished its effects.
Originally, Dugu Yan's Serpent spirit was destined to evolve into a Serpent Emperor like her grandfather's. But the Golden Dragon Sweet Potato, brimming with draconic energy, had redirected her path—toward a dragon.
While a true dragon was unrealistic, a top-tier sub-dragon martial spirit was within reach. Her evolved martial soul now rivaled even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in potential.
As for Dugu Bo's own herb… Fu Ye already had one in mind. If the old man knew what was good for him, he'd cooperate.
"Who are you?! What did you do to my granddaughter?!" Despite his helpless state, Dugu Bo snarled.
Fu Ye sighed—some people never learned.
"Thirty seconds to rephrase that. Or I'll kill you."
'Wasn't it obvious? The surging energy around Dugu Yan was proof enough. Yet here he was, still posturing.'
Dugu Bo clenched his jaw, fear for his granddaughter stifling his temper.
Soon, Dugu Yan's absorption completed. As the power settled, even Dugu Bo sensed the benign mutation in her martial spirit.
The little girl's eyes fluttered open—only to glare at Fu Ye upon spotting her grandfather pinned beneath his foot.
"You bully! Let Grandpa go!"
("▔□▔)
Adorable? Absolutely. A six-year-old's puffed cheeks were lethal.
THUD!
Fu Ye stomped Dugu Bo's face deeper into the dirt, then smirked at the fuming child.
"Say something nice, and I'll free him."
Dugu Bo, face-down in soil: @#￥%&!!!
"Grandpa!"
Dugu Yan bit her lip. She couldn't win against this melon-forcing tyrant. For her grandfather's sake… she'd sacrifice everything!
Steeling herself, she blurted: "Husband! I'll go with you—be your little wife! Now let Grandpa go!"
Fu Ye: Σ(°△°|||)︴
Dugu Bo: Σ(°□°;)
Author: (≧∇≦)ﾉ
FBI: ▄︻┻═一 (ﾟДﾟ;)
The silence was deafening.
Even Fu Ye, a man of vast experience, was stunned. 'Was this really a six-year-old's vocabulary?!'
Yanking Dugu Bo from the ground, Fu Ye wiped the mud off his face—then slapped him.
SMACK!
The crisp sound failed to jolt Dugu Bo from his daze.
SMACK!
A second slap did the trick.
"What was that?!" Dugu Bo howled, his mind a tangled mess.
Fu Ye resisted a third slap, opting for words instead.
"What kind of grandfather teaches a child this?!"
Dugu Bo's face burned with shame—until Dugu Yan doubled down:
"Hey! I called you husband and offered to be your wife! Why hit Grandpa?!"
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