Chapter 20: “a Martial Soul Of The Same Type As Mine?”
Hearing Jiang Nannan’s decisive refusal, Chen Wen’s facial expression fluctuated uncertainly.
After he returned to the Profound Nether Sect and reported the situation to the Sect Master, he received permission to use a Black Tortoise Divine Pill in exchange for a stunningly beautiful girl’s voluntary offering of herself.
However, because the round trip to Xuan Feng City took some time, he ended up discovering that the girl’s mother’s illness had been cured.
Chen Wen felt like he was a clown.
There was no time to think about those irrelevant things now; Chen Wen had discovered a serious problem.
There was only one week left until the Second Young Master’s Martial Soul Evolution Ceremony began.
Back then, in front of the Sect Master, he had confidently guaranteed to find the Second Young Master a top-tier beauty in both appearance and temperament as the key link in the ceremony.
When he discovered Jiang Nannan at the medical clinic back then, he was immediately stunned by her beauty; she perfectly met all the requirements.
Moreover, her mother had an incurable disease, so Chen Wen immediately started celebrating halfway.
He felt everything was secured.
He had already begun fantasizing about the Second Young Master’s Martial Soul evolving into the Black Tortoise Shield, then being designated as the Young Sect Master, and himself becoming a steward of the sect afterward.
Completely shedding his servant identity.
Previously, he didn’t believe that a cooked duck could fly; now he believed it.
This duck really flew away.
Chen Wen panicked, suddenly feeling his head hanging by a thread.
He had sworn a life-and-death oath in front of the Sect Master; if he couldn’t find a suitable woman in the end, the Sect Master would definitely kill him.
It must be known that the current Profound Nether Sect Sect Master was no charitable person; he acted decisively in slaughter and wouldn’t show any mercy to a servant like him.
“Damn it, I shouldn’t have boasted like that!”
“Where am I supposed to find a virgin with top-tier talent, appearance, and temperament within a week?”
“Shrek Academy isn’t a brothel; how could there be so many students from poor family backgrounds?”
Chen Wen squatted on the ground, hands hugging his head, feeling like he could see his entire future at a glance.
“I don’t want to die!”
People in desperate straits always choose to take risks; Chen Wen suddenly raised his head and stared deadly in the direction Jiang Nannan had left.
“Heh, sorry about that.”
Then he stood up and sped away from there, heading toward the East District of Xuan Feng City.
That area was full of frustrated Soul Masters venting in decadence.
Among them was a Soul Emperor he knew who spent all day carousing there.
He had been stuck at Level Sixty-Nine for decades due to low Innate Soul Power.
Breaking through to Level Seventy had long become his obsession.
As long as he used the Black Tortoise Divine Pill as the reward, he would definitely make a move, and the target was just a Soul Elder.
This Soul Emperor’s Martial Soul was called Dream Eater, a spiritual attribute Beast Martial Soul.
This Martial Soul could ensure that all these shady dealings wouldn’t be exposed to sunlight.
……
This morning, Jiang Nannan arrived at Huo Yuhao’s medical clinic as usual, bringing a gust of fresh wind.
She was carrying a portion of breakfast in her hand.
“Brother Huo, this is the breakfast my mother prepared for you.”
The girl slightly raised the breakfast in her hand, a bright smile on her face, like a kitten waiting for praise.
Huo Yuhao’s mouth curved up as he took the breakfast from her hand and said:
“Thanks, Nannan.”
The breakfast wasn’t luxurious—just a few steamed buns and eggs—but it conveyed the other’s heartfelt intention.
“Do you have any arrangements today?”
Huo Yuhao ate the breakfast, thought for a moment, and said: “The Great Fighting Arena is holding matches today, so there will probably be quite a few injured people; we’ll be busy later.”
Sure enough, an exceptional number of Soul Masters came to the medical clinic for treatment today.
Many of them were beaten until their flesh and blood were mangled, with their clothes stuck to their flesh and blood, making wound cleaning a big hassle.
Fortunately, Jiang Nannan was nimble with her hands and could quickly clean these wounds.
Huo Yuhao continuously used Reverse Cursed Technique to treat these Soul Masters.
For a time, the medical clinic was filled with pig-slaughter-like screams from time to time.
For these Soul Masters, the anesthetic’s effect was practically nonexistent; they could only clearly feel the pain from their flesh and blood wriggling.
Remarkably, these Soul Masters seemed to enjoy it; in their view, it was right to feel pain—how could such a powerful Healing Soul Skill come without a cost?
They mistook the full-body nerve sensation brought by surging physical energy for the cost of the treatment.
Huo Yuhao was too lazy to explain; treating it as a cost was fine too.
“It hurts so much I’m dying.”
A Soul Master whose Martial Soul was Blazing Ox grimaced and, trembling, gave Huo Yuhao a thumbs up.
“Clinic Master, your Healing Soul Skill is still the best.”
“It’ll be healed in no time; perfect, since there’s another match tomorrow.”
Huo Yuhao smiled and said: “Heh, still competing?”
“Haven’t you been beaten enough? This is already your third time this week.”
The Blazing Ox Martial Soul Soul Master chuckled sheepishly and said: “That’s just how Soul Masters are—either bleeding, or on the way to bleed.”
“A Soul Master’s clothes with no background are always full of the smell of blood.”
“Clinic Master, I’ll head out first; still need to study tomorrow’s opponent.”
Huo Yuhao shook his head; he didn’t quite understand these Soul Masters’ enthusiasm for battle. He turned his head to cast Reverse Cursed Technique on the others.
Whether in his previous life or now, Huo Yuhao actually didn’t like fighting, but if battle was unavoidable.
Then he firmly believed he would be the one standing till the end.
He would crush all enemies on the path at any cost.
After all the injured at the medical clinic had left, Huo Yuhao pulled open the door curtain to disperse the bloody smell inside the clinic.
Jiang Nannan was cleaning up behind, carefully wiping the bloodstains on the floor with alcohol.
After breathing some fresh air, just as Huo Yuhao was about to turn and help Jiang Nannan clean up the remnants, his Spiritual Power suddenly stirred.
Extremely familiar with Spiritual Power, he instantly realized someone was using Spiritual Power to probe his medical clinic.
Huo Yuhao silently activated his Spiritual Eye, only to discover that this strand of Spiritual Power’s target wasn’t him, but Jiang Nannan behind him.
“The opponent’s strength is very strong.”
From the range of the Spiritual Power, the opponent’s cultivation was very high.
Compared to those Evil Soul Masters, this was at least a Soul Emperor.
Huo Yuhao’s expression darkened; he hadn’t expected trouble to come so quickly, and the target was someone close to him.
This undoubtedly touched his inner taboo.
He pulled the door curtain closed again, restored his usual kindly smile, and cleaned the bloodstains on the floor together with Jiang Nannan.
Night grew ever thicker, and the Spiritual Power entwining around the medical clinic lingered persistently, deadlocking onto Jiang Nannan.
Only after Jiang Nannan finished today’s work and left the medical clinic did that strand of Spiritual Power disappear from around the clinic.
Huo Yuhao quietly appeared on the roof of the medical clinic, watching Jiang Nannan’s departing figure; the Faceless Mask transformed into a vortex-shaped mask, revealing only one right eye.
“A Martial Soul of the same type as mine?”
“Interesting.”
“Then let’s see whose Spiritual Power usage is superior.”
With that, a pitch black figure swiftly moved across the rooftops of the street district, locking onto the situation around Jiang Nannan.
