Chapter 22: Yan Yan's Classmate, Kid, Do You Want a Wife or Not

Du Gu Bo has been troubled lately,

His only beloved granddaughter has fallen for a yellow-haired boy.

Actually, a yellow-haired boy is just a yellow-haired boy; on the Douluo Continent, fifteen or sixteen years old isn't considered early dating, and some have already divorced and have two kids.

But that yellow-haired boy comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family; among the Upper Three Sects, this sect is the most particular about bloodline inheritance, meaning they choose internal marriage within the sect to preserve the purity of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul.

Of course, close-relative marriage easily produces foolish children, so generally marriages occur between family members beyond three generations of blood relation.

Yu Tianheng, the eldest grandson of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family's clan leader, is an outstanding direct disciple.

Yan Yan falling for such a guy and entering the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family will definitely face constant difficulties.

Du Gu Bo said: As an old-generation strong warrior of the soul master world, I've endured more hardships than you've eaten meals; besides, as your only paternal grandfather, how could I harm you?

Unfortunately, teenage girls dislike most hearing the nagging of Old Biden.

Ah, getting old, getting old—even my granddaughter finds me long-winded.

In Du Gu Bo's mansion, just as this Title Douluo sighed, preparing to leave Tian Dou City for the secret base in Sunset Forest,

suddenly news arrived that Prince Xuexing was coming to visit.

Du Gu Bo looks down on this prince of the Tian Dou Empire.

If it weren't for the fact that the Spirit Hall had pursued him and this Prince Xuexing saved him back then—mainly because the Spirit Hall didn't want to go to war with the Tian Dou Empire, otherwise a mere Soul Douluo couldn't possibly block a Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall—Du Gu Bo wouldn't even glance at this guy.

"Your Highness Prince Xuexing, what brings you here?"

"Senior Poison Douluo, I do have a matter I'd like to trouble you with."

"Speak; I won't do anything that crosses my bottom line."

When Prince Xuexing saved him back then, Du Gu Bo promised to fulfill three requests.

One of them was to become Prince Xuexing's guest official.

Two remain.

"Ah, Senior Poison Douluo, it's nothing major.

I just have a child here who's very interested in your herb garden, so I'd like you to bring him to see it.

Of course, if you think this condition is too harsh, you can exchange it for a promise instead."

Now, by consuming just one Title Douluo's promise, you can stably invest in a future Title Douluo of the Empire—such a good deal, Prince Xuexing has no reason not to do it.

Moreover, Du Gu Bo is ultimately an outsider.

But this little guy beside him is different—he's young, and his values can be shaped.

Furthermore, his talent is monstrous; even if he feels no affection for the imperial family, once he grows up, he can at least guarantee the Empire's stability for centuries.

Besides, speaking frankly, if the future imperial family is weak and incompetent, and this boy truly has the ability, why not let him be regent?

If Prince Xuexing himself weren't lacking in cultivation talent, he would have taken the regent's position long ago.

"Interested in my herb garden?"

Du Gu Bo eyed suspiciously the little brat beside Prince Xuexing.

No way, my herb garden is very hidden; hardly anyone knows about it—where did this kid get the news? Du Gu Bo's eyes flashed with killing intent as he grabbed Bai Ran's collar and lifted him up.

"My herb garden—how did you find out!"

"Uh, why are you so fierce, old man? I heard it from Yan Yan sister."

Bai Ran poked his fingers, looking utterly innocent as he spoke.

"Yan Yan? How does this kid know Yan Yan?" Du Gu Bo examined the child's face—this under-ten-year-old brat, where could he have met my granddaughter? "I'm Yan Yan's classmate; knowing her is perfectly normal."

"Class, classmate?"

Du Gu Bo placed his hand on Bai Ran's arm, feeling his bone age.

At most, he's nine years old.

Du Gu Bo: You and my fifteen-year-old, nearly sixteen-year-old granddaughter are classmates? Kid, this joke isn't funny at all.

"Senior Poison Douluo, this kid isn't joking—he really is my granddaughter's classmate."

Although Prince Xuexing knows Du Gu Bo won't do anything to this kid, he's still sweating bullets.

Senior, go easy—don't hurt the child.

"Impossible—how could a nine-year-old kid be a Soul Master above rank twenty-five?"

Even a congenital soul power genius who breaks through to rank twenty-two before ten is already remarkable.

Du Gu Bo said he himself only barely reached rank twenty-two at age ten.

"That bad-tempered old man, I'm actually rank thirty-two."

Bai Ran said, extending his right hand.

A yellow flag appeared, three standard soul rings spinning on it, looking dazzling.

Du Gu Bo was stunned for a moment. (Is my head soul bone malfunctioning? Why did Medusa's gaze stare back at me?) "Monster."

After a long while, Du Gu Bo regained his composure and spat out the two words others had once used to describe him.

"No, what do you want in my herb garden? As an instrument soul master, you should focus on cultivating your martial soul, kid."

Du Gu Bo said earnestly; such talent, neglecting cultivation to run to my herb garden would be wasting time to grow stronger—after all, my herb garden just has some unknown herbs, mostly things I planted for fun, hardly boosting strength.

This is because Du Gu Bo doesn't know the use of fairy herbs; if he did, he'd probably already be a Title Douluo above rank ninety-five.

"But I'm an auxiliary soul master; Yan Yan sister said your herbal theory is profound.

So I want to learn from you and, incidentally, boost my auxiliary abilities."

"Oh, so you're an auxiliary soul master—then wanting to visit my herb garden is perfectly fine.

What! This kid is an auxiliary soul master!"

If earlier I thought Bai Ran was a monster, learning he's an auxiliary soul master makes him a monster among monsters.

"Is that not allowed?"

What's wrong with the support-type Soul Master? You, a control-type Soul Master, still look down on me, a support-type? If you're so capable, then when you get injured later, don't go looking for a support-type Soul Master for treatment.

"No no no, Grandpa, I didn't mean that. By the way, kid, do you want a wife?"

Although his smile wasn't very nice, at this moment Du Gu Bo's mood could be described as extremely wonderful.

In his eyes, Bai Ran was already almost on par with a fifty-thousand-year soul bone.

"No, marriage is impossible; at the very least I need to get my father married first."

Father Bai: You really are my filial son.

(End of chapter)