"This... uh… Qian Jin scratched his head, looking troubled. 'Actually, I want to forcibly open someone else's Dou Realm without their consent…'"

Qian Jin lowered his head after speaking, bracing himself for Oulala to roar that he was a complete idiot. No one had ever forcibly opened another person's Dou Realm. "Forcibly open someone else's Dou Realm? Hmm? You do have some aptitude for studying mysterious potions, after all." Oulala’s eyes flashed with light, like stars in the night sky, and she nodded repeatedly with a smile. "Good, good! As a mysterious pharmacist, the first prerequisite is daring to think! Those fools of pharmacists, they don't even dare to think—what use are they?"

Qian Jin looked up at Oulala in stunned surprise. He had expected his teacher to call him a fool for such a wild notion, but instead, he had received praise! It was incredibly difficult to earn praise from this mysterious pharmacist teacher; in all their years together, the number of times he’d been commended could be counted on one hand.

As for being called an idiot… Qian Jin suspected that even if he pulled out all his hair, it wouldn’t be enough to count the number of times his teacher had lectured him.

"Wanting to open someone else's Dou Realm is just the first step. You should expand your thinking even further; you must dare to think!" Oulala hopped onto a high stool, her long legs hidden beneath her robe dangling gently. "You still don't dare to think enough. You need to dare to think about everything; that is the true quality of a mysterious pharmacist."

Dare to think more? How much more could he think? Qian Jin looked at Oulala in astonishment. He had read countless books in the Qian family and considered himself quite a daring person, yet in front of this mysterious pharmacist teacher, he was now someone who dared not think.

"Surely, just thinking about opening someone else's Dou Realm isn't enough…" Qian Jin grimaced. "Do I need to think about stealing their Dou Heart to be considered daring enough?"

Oulala’s bright eyes shone with a light stronger than the legendary Blazing Bright Magic. For an instant, the room seemed to gain two suns. Her fair, smooth palms clapped gently, producing a series of light, cheerful drumbeats.

Clap clap… clap-clatter… "Indeed, there is some potential in this young man among the mysterious pharmacists." Oulala nodded in continued approval, smiling. "You're finally starting to dare to think, but it's still not enough. You should think about seizing someone else's Dou Soul, their Soul Domain!"

Qian Jin stared speechlessly at Oulala. She truly lived up to her reputation as the mysterious pharmacist who once claimed she could concoct a potion that would make even a pig a god. She spoke of stealing Dou Souls and Soul Domains so casually. Did she think someone else's Dou Soul and Soul Domain were like lollipops in the hands of street urchins? Something you could just snatch away?

"Actually, the Dou Realm is just…" Oulala braced her hands on the edge of the stool and jumped to the ground with a flourish, sauntering toward the pile of experimental equipment, an expression of utter indifference on her face. "What is a Dou Realm? Do you know?"

What is a Dou Realm? Qian Jin smiled. What was it? It was equivalent to the legendary mages' spatial rings, a storage space unique to warriors—a truly wondrous space in this world that transformed according to the strength of the Dou Realm's owner.

"Idiot." Oulala shook her head, clearly dissatisfied with Qian Jin's comprehension. "What is a Dou Realm? Where does it come from? It first requires a Dou Fruit, right? To outsiders, the Dou Fruit is just a medium, but in the eyes of a mysterious pharmacist, what is the Dou Fruit?"

The soft questioning tone was not loud, yet it boomed in Qian Jin’s ears like thunder. A flash of insight immediately struck his mind: in the eyes of a mysterious pharmacist, any object possessed only two values.

One: It can become material for a mysterious potion.

Two: It cannot become material for a mysterious potion!

The Dou Fruit, in the view of a mysterious pharmacist, was merely material—useful or useless, it was material nonetheless.

And Oulala had once said that in the eyes of a truly powerful mysterious pharmacist, no material was waste, nothing was useless!

Therefore, the Dou Fruit, in Oulala’s eyes, was also just material.

If it’s material, there must be a way to crack it! Qian Jin would never forget that when he first began receiving Oulala’s guidance, this mysterious pharmacist teacher had mentioned this sentence nearly a hundred times.

If he hadn't been so focused on warrior matters recently, he shouldn't have needed Oulala to remind him today; he should have figured this out himself.

"Teacher… This is incredible…" Qian Jin looked at Oulala, his excitement mingled with tension. The Dou Realm was an iron law! Even the strongest of experts, even those whose bloodlines had achieved ultimate awakening, experts like the Elven King who wielded magic to a degree that legendary gods would envy—they were all helpless against someone else's Dou Realm.

"Is there no 'what if'!" Oulala paced with her hands clasped behind her back. "In fact, even if you found Enrak and cleared countless arenas, he wouldn't have a way to unravel the human Dou Realm for you. He's very capable of killing people. But unraveling the Dou Realm? Only a mysterious pharmacist can do that!"

Qian Jin felt an indescribable pressure in his chest, as if a massive stone lay upon him, making breathing difficult. Oulala’s meaning was clear: this Dou Realm, which the history of warriors had never managed to undo, this mysterious pharmacist teacher had a way to break it open!

This news was like the most cunning thief in the world, facing the most complex secret lock ever devised, having studied it for countless days without finding the key, suddenly hearing someone say: I can open this lock.

"The origin of the Dou Realm lies within that Dou Fruit. Although it seems to have completely vanished, it doesn't mean everything about it is gone. If it truly vanished entirely, how could the Dou Realm exist?" Oulala looked at Qian Jin with a sly smile. "As long as you concoct a special potion, the Dou Realm will naturally manifest."

"Make the warrior who possesses the Dou Realm drink it?" Qian Jin guessed curiously, looking toward Oulala.

"Two methods." Oulala raised the index and middle fingers of her right hand. "One is to have them drink it; the other is to directly pour the potion onto their body."

Qian Jin shivered violently. The first method alone seemed shocking enough. If the second method were brought to the tombs of past powerhouses and revealed to them, it could terrify them so much they'd crawl out of their graves. This was simply too…

Wait… Qian Jin frowned deeply. When those past powerhouses died, did their Dou Realms truly vanish along with them? Or did the Dou Realms actually persist? If they still existed, then not all experts died of natural causes, and it was impossible for all Dou Realms to be cleared!

What would happen if the potion were directly poured onto the corpses of those powerhouses…?

"Mhm! I’m still researching the third method." Oulala wore an expression of serious contemplation. "I firmly maintain that after a warrior dies, their Dou Realm still exists. As for confirming this, there's no need to do anything further, because they inherently still exist."

Qian Jin looked at Oulala with some doubt. It seemed that spending a long time with this teacher was making his way of thinking resemble hers. But why was she so certain that the Dou Realms existed after a warrior’s death?

"Ruins." Oulala smiled at Qian Jin. "You don't need to guess. Sometimes people discover strange ruins. Ruins that bear no resemblance to artificial structures—where did they come from? They are Dou Realms…"

"Dou Realms! Are they ruins?" Qian Jin took several steps backward, as if kicked hard in the chest, his feet involuntarily shuffling back. His eyes stared blankly at Oulala. This piece of information was explosive!

He had only heard Pan Hongji, the Snake Emperor, once say that the special space of the Pan family was created by their ancestors through life force and special techniques. Now it seemed Dou Realms could truly be preserved… "It's just that why some Dou Realms become ruins while others never appear, I haven't researched that," Oulala shrugged indifferently.

Qian Jin looked at Oulala in silence, not speaking. His teacher clearly hadn't finished everything she wanted to say.

"However, this old lady really doesn't have much time to research how to open the Dou Realms of the dead. If you’re interested, you can slowly study it yourself." Oulala tossed a thick book of notes casually, turned around with great swagger, and walked toward the experimental workbench. "Opening the Dou Realms of those trash pieces is meaningless; researching that is just wasting my time creating gods."

Qian Jin held the thick book of notes in both hands, feeling as though two immensely huge mountains were pressing down on his arms. Such a profound achievement was described as a waste of time? If this were taken to the Zhence Dynasty, not only would the mysterious pharmacists of the Zhence Dynasty, the Demon Race, and the Barbarian Race go mad, but the entire Zhence Dynasty, the Demon Race, and the Barbarian Race would erupt in chaos.

Alas… Qian Jin sighed as he looked at the thick notes in his hands. It was a pity Oulala wasn't more interested in this area and hadn't researched the method for opening the Dou Realms of the dead, otherwise…

Qian Jin forcefully shook his head, slapping his cheeks repeatedly. The ancestors who died fighting for the Zhence Dynasty—every single one deserved his respect, people he should bow down to and salute at their graves.

If it weren't for these people, perhaps the Zhence Dynasty would no longer exist, and the Demon Race would have unified humanity long ago. Whether he would even have been born would be uncertain.

To such a group of people, if he still harbored thoughts of desecrating their remains after death, what difference would there be between him and the Qian family, that family that never valued what others sacrificed?

Even if he truly managed to research it, he could never commit any act of disrespect toward the bones of those ancestors! Qian Jin clenched his fists tightly. Although many might view this as foolish, as a man, as a warrior, some things could be done, and some things absolutely could not!

Even the burial grounds of the Demon Race experts! Qian Jin shook his head slightly. They were great enemies of the Zhence Dynasty, yes, but they were also fighting for their own clans—a group of truly respectable warriors! Even enemies deserved admiration!

"If warriors don't show respect to warriors…" A hint of faint scorn touched Qian Jin’s gentle smile, "Then how can one become a truly great warrior?"

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