Douluo: Danheng just want to avoid trouble, Gu Yuena Pursues.-Chapter 159: Poison Douluo: I Died? How Come I Didn’t Know?

Prince Xuexing arrived at the small courtyard where Poison Douluo was being cared for. After thinking it over, he decided to personally come and bid farewell to his old friend.

He brought a few soul masters with him.

Although tests over the past few days showed no fluctuations in soul power or any toxic substances, they still needed to proceed with caution.

Knock knock knock...!

Prince Xuexing knocked on the door. There was no response.

So he opened the door and walked in. As he passed through the hallway, he saw Dugu Yan talking to a maid.

Dugu Yan was naming off dishes—an entire list.

Prince Xuexing sighed quietly. He assumed Dugu Yan was deeply heartbroken and was trying to numb the pain with food—turning her grief into an appetite.

He stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

From the outside, Dugu Yan didn't appear especially sad.

But Prince Xuexing believed this girl must be swallowing her sorrow with her tears, burying it all deep inside.

"Yanzi, don't worry. Although your grandfather has passed, from now on, I'll be your grandfather!"

"If you ever need anything, you can come to me!"

"Don't drown yourself in grief. And don't bottle it up—if you feel like crying, cry it out loud! Don't suppress it."

Prince Xuexing said warmly.

Dugu Yan's eyes widened, completely confused.

Sad about what?

Her grandfather had just fully purged the toxins from his body. His appetite was booming—it was a cause for celebration!

Why should she be sad?

"Grandpa Xuexing, you misunderstood. My grandpa didn't die..." Dugu Yan quickly explained.

But Prince Xuexing's look of sympathy deepened. He gently patted her head.

"Poor child, you need to accept it. Your grandfather has already passed. We're all saddened by this, but no matter how much we wish otherwise, it's the truth..."

Prince Xuexing sighed, speaking from the heart, trying to teach Dugu Yan how to face reality.

Dugu Yan's mouth twitched hard. Seriously? Her explanation didn't work at all?

Just as she was about to explain further—

From the hallway behind them, a familiar voice rang out.

"Yanzi, forget waiting for the food. Let's just go out and eat!"

Everyone, including Prince Xuexing, froze like they'd been petrified.

Prince Xuexing had his back turned to Poison Douluo, but the soul masters he brought were facing him directly.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, h-he... Poison Douluo... is alive!"

Prince Xuexing immediately broke into a cold sweat, full of terror.

Even though he'd considered Poison Douluo a close friend, seeing a supposedly dead man come back to life was far too shocking for any normal person!

His body started trembling uncontrollably.

"P-Poison... Dugu... Dugu-senior, y-you're alive?"

Poison Douluo stepped forward. His face was pale—after all, recovering from a critical illness drains the life out of you. His appearance was quite grim.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I was dead?" Poison Douluo frowned at Prince Xuexing.

Though his body was still weak, his soul power had actually risen. He was now a level 92 Title Douluo.

Faintly, he could even hear some distant noise.

"What's going on outside? So noisy and annoying. Xuexing, are you that surprised to see I'm alive?"

Poison Douluo asked.

Prince Xuexing gasped for breath, staring at Poison Douluo in disbelief.

He stumbled back two steps, muttering, "Senior...Dugu ... y-you're a human...? You were supposed to be dead..."

Poison Douluo's face instantly darkened. After surviving a brush with death, now people were cursing him to die?

"Die my ass! I was never dead! Not only am I alive, I'm doing better than ever!"

Prince Xuexing took a few deep breaths and finally began to process the situation. But his expression only grew more awkward.

"But... people checked you and said you'd be dead in three days. Just yesterday, someone came by to check if you were still breathing..."

Poison Douluo rolled his eyes. If it weren't for Dan Heng, I'd really be dead, he thought.

But he couldn't reveal Dan Heng's involvement.

"I was regulating my soul power and managed to purge the toxins. As for yesterday—I entered a false death state at the last moment. You must have misunderstood! Didn't I have Yanzi pass a message to you, telling you I was fine and not to worry?"

Poison Douluo looked at Prince Xuexing with confusion.

Dugu Yan nodded repeatedly. "I passed the message."

Prince Xuexing's expression became even more embarrassed. He had received the message, but thought it was just the girl's wishful thinking and didn't take it seriously.

Who could've guessed the truth?!

"I... I... sigh!"

Prince Xuexing was utterly mortified. This had turned into a major embarrassment!

Poison Douluo started paying more attention to the noises outside. "What's with that awful music? So annoying! Yanzi, let's go get some food."

"And while we're at it, I'll teach whoever's making that racket a lesson!"

With anger radiating from him, Poison Douluo stormed off.

Dugu Yan followed closely behind.

Prince Xuexing stood dumbfounded, still in shock. His mind was in complete disarray.

He... He was so dizzy, he could hardly think!

This was one huge misunderstanding!

Though the funeral hadn't officially begun, a hidden battle of words and wills was already underway. The atmosphere was tense.

Inside the hall, the highest-ranking figure present was the Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong. Accompanying her were Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen.

Emperor Xue Ye had yet to arrive, as the event hadn't officially started.

Bibi Dong had come because this situation was a gift to her.

Naturally, she had to come enjoy the show.

She said to Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen, "If Poison Douluo had been part of Spirit Hall, the poison in his body would've been cleansed long ago!"

"Life is full of regret. One wrong choice... and it led to this tragedy."

Her meaning was clear: smart people should join Spirit Hall. It's the right choice.

Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly and shook his head.

"Your Holiness, I must disagree. For many people, there are things more important than life itself."

"When it comes to honor, loyalty, or family, one can lay down their life without hesitation!"

He spoke gently, but did not lose ground.

Yu Yuanzhen, stern-faced, nodded and added, "Exactly. Glory, duty, family—all worth more than life!"

"For these, even death can't make us retreat!"

His words were forceful and passionate—he was clearly signaling his defiance toward Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong sneered slightly, tension immediately escalating. The crowd barely dared to breathe.

This funeral hall was more suffocating than a battlefield.

"Then I shall be the first to pay respects to Poison Douluo!" Bibi Dong declared coldly, already quite annoyed by Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen.

She walked up to the memorial, bowed slightly, and then ended her gesture. It was rushed and perfunctory.

"..."

Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen exchanged looks, both frustrated.

Since Bibi Dong had taken the lead, the funeral would now begin prematurely. But who would speak second? Who counted as family?

Prince Xuexing and Dugu Yan were absent, and the coffin hadn't even arrived yet. This was totally improper.

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Neither of them wanted to follow Bibi Dong's lead.

The rest of the crowd were even more hesitant. No one dared to move.

Just then, someone suddenly stepped forward.

Everyone was stunned. At such a moment, who dared make a move? Were they not afraid of offending the Pope of Spirit Hall?

If their status was too low, they'd offend Spirit Hall.

If it was high enough, they'd offend Prince Xuexing and the others when they returned.

Everyone stared, puzzled, until the person came into view.

It was... Yu Xiaogang!

Dressed in all black, with a solemn expression, he stood in the center of the hall.

He sighed and, under everyone's gaze, began:

"Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, was a respectable man. A pioneer of the soul master world. A role model in many people's hearts..."

Yu Xiaogang spoke steadily. He wasn't just offering condolences—he was giving a full eulogy.

Everyone couldn't help but admire his cleverness.

This way, he might only offend Bibi Dong. For most people, that was dangerous—but not fatal.

But what shocked the crowd more—

When Platinum Bishop Salas of Spirit Hall stepped forward to rebuke him, Bibi Dong raised her hand and stopped him.

She actually let Yu Xiaogang finish?!

Everyone was stunned.

The Shrek group was dumbfounded. Flender, in particular, felt a deep pang of jealousy.

Yu Xiaogang had stolen the spotlight—again!

No wonder he won Liu Erlong's heart while I couldn't. That's the difference...

Flender glanced at Liu Erlong, convinced she must be falling for Yu Xiaogang again.

But to his surprise—

Liu Erlong's face showed no admiration, only burning rage.

Creak... creak...

Her fists were clenched tightly, eyes almost shooting fire.

She knew exactly why Yu Xiaogang dared to act so boldly.

Because of his past with Bibi Dong!

He wasn't afraid of her punishment!

This man was shamelessly flirting with his old flame right in front of her!

At that moment, Liu Erlong was livid!

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, watching Yu Xiaogang speak so confidently, found him captivating—even with his facial scarring.

This is a real man!

If it were Yu Xiaogang, Dan Heng's little test wouldn't even be needed!

Gu Yuena chuckled softly and whispered to Dan Heng:

"Husband, I know who sent the heart-shaped gemstone now. It was that guy. Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong are both so foolish."

She leaned on Dan Heng's shoulder, voice cheerful.

Dan Heng looked at Yu Xiaogang in confusion.

He wasn't a shallow person—but even he couldn't understand how Yu Xiaogang managed this...

Just then—

While Yu Xiaogang was still passionately praising Poison Douluo, an irritated voice echoed from outside:

"Who's playing this mourning music? It's awful! Driving me nuts!"

Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen recognized the voice and instantly looked shocked.

That voice belonged to someone who should've been in a coffin!

Yu Xiaogang was also annoyed—he had been in the middle of an emotional high!

"Sir! I'm speaking about Poison Douluo's heroic deeds! If you don't want to hear it, just ignore it. But how could you say such disrespectful things at a funeral?"

Yu Xiaogang chastised loudly. In this setting, he felt he held the moral high ground.

He turned toward the voice, ready to assert dominance.

The crowd parted.

Poison Douluo stepped through.

When he saw his black-and-white portrait on the altar, his face darkened.

He'd just survived a deadly ordeal.

And now they had a memorial photo of him already up.

And were telling made-up stories about his life.

Poison Douluo paused for a few seconds. Then the rage exploded from his chest.

The thing people who just escaped death hated most—was death itself!

Without hesitation, he marched straight toward Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang was dumbstruck.

He looked back at the portrait. Yep, definitely Poison Douluo.

Wait a second—wasn't he supposed to be dead?!

Everyone except Dan Heng and Gu Yuena was equally stunned.

They'd thrown this grand funeral... and the "dead" man showed up alive.

The shock was unimaginable!

Poison Douluo reached Yu Xiaogang and, without a word, kicked him in the stomach.

Yu Xiaogang flew into a wreath and knocked the photo to the floor.

He slid down the wall, dropped to his knees, and spat out blood.

His face turned ghostly pale. That one kick nearly ended him.

Poison Douluo snorted, cursing:

"You're the one who's dead!"

"And what the hell were you saying?! I didn't do any good deeds in my youth! Don't go making up crap and sticking it on me!"

He spat on Yu Xiaogang's face.

Then he turned to face the crowd.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

But how could he?

He had just clawed his way back from the brink of death, only to find a full-blown funeral thrown for him!

What now, were they expecting him to die again just to go along with it?

"Listen up, all of you! I'm not dead! I'm alive and well! And my soul power just broke through—I'm now a level 92 Title Douluo!"

His face flushed with emotion.

The crowd erupted in shock. No one could process it.

Yu Yuanzhen's face turned black. He looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly and said, "What a disgrace."

Liu Erlong, seething, nearly charged forward—only to be held back by Flender.

Bibi Dong clenched her scepter tightly, her face like ice.

He dared... hurt Yu Xiaogang?!

(End of Chapter)