"There… should be, right?"
Snake Lance Douluo was stunned and instinctively answered.
The moment the words left his mouth, his mind flashed back to when Yang Yuan had absorbed his second spirit ring.
Recalling that heaven-shaking phenomenon, Snake Lance Douluo instantly lost his certainty.
A Spirit that could provoke such a vision could hardly be called ordinary.
He had been puzzled before.
The abilities Yang Yuan's Spirit had shown hardly seemed worthy of such a spectacle.
Now it appeared the true reason lay in its power to copy an opponent's Spirit and Spirit Abilities.
And if the restrictions Yang Yuan mentioned were real,
then the innate quality of his Spirit would inevitably fall short of triggering heavenly phenomena.
Qian Renxue's gaze was deep and shrewd.
"I still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking my Angel Spirit wasn't inferior to Little Brother Yang's Heavy Pupils."
"Now I see I underestimated the caliber of his Spirit."
"From this day on, the title of Continent's number-one Spirit is about to change hands!"
Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo were shaken.
Porcupinefish Douluo said gravely, "Young Lord, this is no trifle. I suggest we relay the news to the High Priest at once."
"A Genius like this must be kept firmly in our grasp."
Qian Renxue frowned.
"Say no more of this, and do not act without my leave."
"I have my own plans for Little Brother Yang."
Porcupinefish Douluo bowed hurriedly. "As the Young Lord commands!"
Qian Renxue gazed into the distance, absently stroking her chin.
"It seems…"
"I'll need to visit Heaven Dou Academy more often."
…Heaven Dou Academy.
Yang Yuan had stunned everyone at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
Overnight he became the academy's celebrity.
Even the Three Committee Members were intrigued by his Spirit.
Though Yang Yuan's Spirit had severe limits, its displayed effects still ranked it among the world's pinnacle Spirits.
Only Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could rival it.
In the days that followed, Yang Yuan continued his daily Cultivation and fought one match each day at the Great Spirit Arena.
Every opponent fell to their own Spirit and signature Spirit Ability.
The name Heavy Pupils User grew ever louder.
Alas, as his fame soared, his betting odds plummeted.
The Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena was no charity, after all.
One day, Dugu Yan sought him out.
"Younger Brother Yang Yuan, let's go."
"Today I'll take you to meet Grandpa."
Yang Yuan happily agreed, already imagining the Immortal Herbs beckoning.
Outside the Dugu Mansion.
Dugu Yan said, "Younger Brother Yang Yuan, when you see Grandpa, just treat him as your own; don't be nervous."
Yang Yuan grinned, hands behind his head, utterly relaxed.
"Sister Dugu, is this meeting the parents?"
Dugu Yan paused, cheeks flushing as she studied his delicate face.
But the thought of his age—only eight—scattered her notions at once.
What was she thinking? He was just a child.
Composed, she huffed, "Little rascal, you're far too clever for your age."
"Come on, let's go inside. I hope you're still this sharp when you meet Grandpa."
"Oh, and Grandpa's temper isn't the best!"
With that, she led him into the Dugu Mansion.
Yang Yuan followed, shrugging; he wasn't worried.
He knew the truth: though Dugu Bo was eccentric, he treated benefactors impeccably.
Had Tang San been Xiao Yan, Dugu Bo would've been another Hai Bodong.
What a pity.
Inside the mansion, Dugu Yan called out,
"Grandpa!"
"I'm back!"
A blur of emerald green swept in like a ghost.
"Yan Yan."
Dugu Bo answered, appearing before her.
Yet his eyes fixed on Yang Yuan, surprised.
Though warned of the boy's age, seeing the eight-year-old stunned him.
Hard to believe a child could cure a poison even he couldn't handle.
"You're Yang Yuan?"
"I'm Yan Yan's grandfather, Dugu Bo."
"Junior Yang Yuan greets Senior Dugu." Yang Yuan bowed respectfully.
Dugu Bo waved a casual hand.
"No need for courtesy. You lifted the poison from Yan Yan's Spirit—a debt the Dugu Family can never repay."
"If you don't mind this old man, call me Grandpa like she does."
A sincere smile softened his usually grim face.
"Grandpa Dugu!"
Yang Yuan obliged without hesitation; the man's age more than qualified.
Dugu Bo burst into laughter.
"Good, good!"
"For our first meeting, I've little prepared. Take this as a token of my affection."
He produced a small blue pouch and handed it over.
"This is the Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse, a storage soul tool,"
"but unlike others, it can keep living things inside."
Yang Yuan's eyes lit up as he accepted it.
Typical Dugu Bo—extravagant!
The purse alone was priceless; a million gold coins couldn't buy it.
Dugu Yan beamed at their easy rapport.
"All right, no more standing about—sit,"
Dugu Bo agreed with a chuckle.
The three took their seats.
Dugu Bo continued, "Since you call me Grandpa, I'll take the liberty and call you Xiao Yuan."
"Curing Yan Yan's poison is a second life for her."
"That purse was merely a greeting gift; your reward for healing her is separate."
"The Dugu Family repays every debt. If ever you need this old man's help, name it."
Yang Yuan grinned.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony if I need you, Grandpa Dugu."
"Haha, that's the Spirit!"
Dugu Bo laughed, delighted by the boy's frankness.
Chat flowed freely, host and guests equally pleased.
Dugu Yan tugged Yang Yuan's sleeve, almost pouting.
"Little Brother, quickly check Grandpa's condition."
"He's poisoned too—can you cure him?"
At her words, Dugu Bo turned hopeful eyes on the boy, though he knew his case was ten times worse than his granddaughter's.
He held little expectation.
Yet after only a few seconds' scrutiny, Yang Yuan smiled and spoke two words: "I can."
(End of Chapter)
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