Chapter 258: Poison Douluo is Stunned, Slapping Snow Night Emperor in the Face!_1

Yuexuan's second floor.

Poison Douluo unleashed his soul power, charging upstairs with a fierce momentum.

Displaying the overbearing majesty of a Titled Douluo.

Identifying the room with the clatter of dishes, he violently burst open the door.

Looking at the man who was leisurely eating at the dining table with his back turned.

Poison Douluo barked, "Come on, let this Douluo see, which ill-mannered fellow dares not greet the arrival of the Snow Night Emperor in person, such insolence."

In the face of Poison Douluo's roar, the man eating with his back to the door didn't budge an inch.

Unhurriedly reaching out with his chopsticks, he picked up a small portion of vegetables and put them in his mouth, calmly chewing.

Poison Douluo felt utterly ignored and was instantly inflamed with anger.

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know, are you deaf?"

"No manners at all."

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, then I'm not a true Dugu."

In his hand surged a cluster of green light, like a glob of ink, emitting a dangerous aura.

His figure streaked forward, shattering the floor, and he aimed a slap at the back of the man who was still eating.

"Tch, old poison, it's only been a few days and you're already this hot-tempered," a teasing voice spoke as Luo Yu slowly turned his head and glanced over.

"Hmm???"

Poison Douluo, hearing that familiar voice and seeing that familiar face, was suddenly startled.

What's going on, why is this kid here?

Naturally, Poison Douluo dared not attack Luo Yu and slammed on the brakes in emergency, halting his advance forcefully.

His flustered appearance was somewhat comical.

But he wasn't concerned about that, expressing surprise, "Why are you here?"

Luo Yu responded indifferently, "Seems like that's the question I should be asking you."

Poison Douluo scratched his head, "You wouldn't happen to be the musician who played the heaven-shaking melody at Qinge, would you?"

"Seems so," replied Luo Yu.

"Sss—"

Poison Douluo took a sharp intake of breath, thinking to himself what a great deal this was.

He knew about Luo Yu's combat talent, which could only be described as monstrously terrifying, unmatched in both past and future.

To be so gifted in artistic talent as well?

Owning all the old artists in Tiandou City?

That was downright frightening.

Poison Douluo's eyes widened in disbelief, "Xiao Yu, you're not joking with me, are you?"

"You're really the musician who performed in Qinge, whose divine melody spread throughout Tiandou?"

Luo Yu rolled his eyes, saying helplessly, "Old poison, it's one thing for others to be shocked."

"What's with this jaw-dropping look on you?"

"It's not our first day knowing each other, isn't this just business as usual for me?"

Poison Douluo's mouth gaped even wider, his mind in turmoil, he even thought of cursing.

"You call this business as usual?"

"Do you even know that Tiandou City is all abuzz because of you?"

"Many old artists explicitly praise you as the unparalleled musician of ancient and modern times, the pinnacle of an era in art."

Luo Yu shook his head, sighing, "It's not as exaggerated as they say."

"Just a hobby, they're blowing it out of proportion."

"Let's just keep a normal mind about it, stay calm."

Poison Douluo's head buzzed, for he truly hadn't foreseen the recent topic of fervent discussion throughout Tiandou City to be Luo Yu.

A mere hobby?

You call that level of skill that trounces the entire Tiandou City's musical scene a mere hobby?

Poison Douluo couldn't have imagined Luo Yu being so accomplished in both martial and cultural worlds.

Not only unmatched in talent but also terrifying in every other aspect, it was too frightening.

Watching Luo Yu respond to adulation and praise with neither arrogance nor impatience, Poison Douluo found it even more preposterous.

A normal person faced with such widespread acclaim would surely have become arrogant, wouldn't they?

What's up with this kid?

So nonchalant, just quietly eating his meal here?

The word 'impressed' appeared across Poison Douluo's face in capital letters.

Being highly talented wasn't scary enough; what truly terrified him was maintaining composure despite early fame.

With such equanimity, Poison Douluo couldn't even begin to fathom the limits of Luo Yu's future potential.

Luo Yu asked curiously, "What was all that rage about when you stormed up here?"

Poison Douluo quickly dissipated the soul power surrounding him, smiling obsequiously, "Oh, nothing, nothing, it's all a misunderstanding, you eat your meal in peace."

Luo Yu frowned, "I didn't quite catch that earlier, did you say you wanted to teach me a lesson?"

Poison Douluo shook his head repeatedly, denying it outright.

"Impossible, you must have misheard!"

"Setting aside your relationship with Yan Yan, just considering the favor you did me by curing my poisoning, I should be treating you like an ancestor, how could I dare to make a move on you."

"Did I hear wrong?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

Poison Douluo nodded repeatedly, "You definitely heard wrong, just eat your meal."

"Doesn't this table seem a bit short on dishes?"

"How about I go to the kitchen and add a couple more dishes for you? Actually, my cooking skills are quite good."

Luo Yu declined, "No need, I'm almost done."

Poison Douluo felt relieved seeing that Luo Yu wasn't taking issue with his sudden intrusion.

This was like the flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, one family member surprising another.

He was genuinely afraid of leaving a bad impression on Luo Yu, after all, a grandson-in-law like him was probably one of a kind in heaven and earth. Instead of clinging to his leg, daring to offend him would be outright stupidity.

"Then take your time eating. If anyone dares to disturb your meal, I'll take them down," he said sternly.

"Care to join me?" Luo Yu asked politely.

"No need, I've already eaten," Poison Douluo replied with a smile, extremely gentle.

Luo Yu put down his chopsticks.

Poison Douluo asked in puzzlement, "Aren't you still not finished?"

"I'm done," Luo Yu said. "I know you came to find me to go downstairs. I may not give face to others, but you are Yan Yan's grandfather, so I'll give you that respect."

"Eat! Why wouldn't you eat!" Poison Douluo spoke righteously. "Eating is the most important thing for you young people."

"The Snow Night Emperor is waiting downstairs, isn't he?" Luo Yu replied.

Poison Douluo waved his hand, "No problem, let him wait. He's not in a hurry!"

"Then I'll have a few more bites?" Luo Yu asked for confirmation.

Poison Douluo quickly moved closer in two steps, like a kind old grandfather from next door.

"Come on, let me fill your bowl again; eat more," he insisted.

Watching Luo Yu continue his meal.

Poison Douluo breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself that the Snow Night Emperor and his family were really a pain.

First, Avalanche gave him a hard time, and just as he narrowly avoided it, he nearly got trapped by his own father.

In his heart, Luo Yu's status was much higher than that of the Snow Night Emperor.

Handsome and capable of fighting, able to detoxify and aid in soul power advancement, now he had even discovered extraordinary technique in playing the guqin. This was truly like the star of tomorrow, a god descending to earth.

Poison Douluo would rather be a devoted follower to Luo Yu than crave the recognition of the Snow Night Emperor.

To think that a mere gesture from Luo Yu had rid him of years of severe poisoning and raised him from level ninety-two to ninety-four.

I'm sorry, old brother Snow Night, it's not a betrayal.

It's just that he has given too much.

Poison Douluo stood on the side, muttering to himself.

It's not that I'm a coward.

This is my grandson-in-law, whom else should I support if not him?

"Da—Da Da!!"

At this moment, noisy footsteps echoed in the corridor, sounding like someone was running frantically in high heels.

The door that Poison Douluo had just closed was pushed open.

Tang Yuehua walked in urgently with her beautiful legs, her face full of grace and nervousness.

The flesh-colored stockings wrapped around her legs were soaked with sweat.

Xue Ke followed closely behind, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

They both thought that the capricious Poison Douluo was using his brutal methods to discipline Luo Yu.

They were terrified of being too late and finding Luo Yu ruined.

But as soon as they entered the door, before they could even shout out for him to stop,

they were stunned.

What is going on here... This is so harmonious?

It shouldn't be.

Didn't Poison Douluo just vow downstairs that he was going up to teach the man a lesson?

The Snow Night Emperor followed the two women and saw them freeze at the doorway.

He thought they were frightened by the bloodshed inside.

He yelled, "Lord Poison Douluo, please show mercy."

"It's normal for young people to be a bit arrogant, don't be too harsh."

When the Snow Night Emperor reached the doorway and saw the scene inside, his face twitched involuntarily.

It was quite different from what he had imagined.

The scene inside was ridiculous.

Poison Douluo stood beside, looking benevolent, holding a cup of water respectfully, ready to serve it to the unfamiliar young man as soon as he stopped eating.

The Snow Night Emperor felt completely off.

Was this the Poison Douluo he knew?

Why did he seem like a servant, he had never shown such an attitude even to him.

What's going on here?

In his whole life, the Snow Night Emperor had seen all kinds of storms, but now he was somewhat confused.

He didn't understand what was going on.

And he felt that his face was still hurting...