The Medicine King's Compassion, the Ambrosial Arbor's Growth; the Cultivators as One, Ascending Together to Bliss

The academy cafeteria.

Qingyu patted her slightly rounded belly and let out a satisfied little burp.

"Uncle Mo, did you just refine Tang Hao directly?"

"No. He's in my reflection space. He won't die in there. Unless he can get out on his own, he'll just be flattened into a pancake again and again."

Qingyu drew her neck in slightly. Everyone said Uncle Mo held grudges, and it seemed they were right. Counting on Tang Hao to get out of a mirror was less realistic than counting on Tang San to castrate himself.

Qingfeng didn't really care. He had been ready to kill them. If they still kept him around, wouldn't they have to have bubbles in their brains?

Just then, a sudden hubbub rose from downstairs.

"Did something happen downstairs?"

Mo Xuan reached out with his senses.

"Someone was hurt hunting Soul Beasts."

Hurt?

Qingfeng and Yunxiao exchanged a glance and decided to go down and have a look.

When they reached the square, a youth was kneeling before a woman over fifty, with 0.5 of a girl behind him.

That was right, zero point five of a girl.

The girl looked to be only about eight, but her entire lower body was gone. Of her upper body, only her right arm remained, and what was left of her was covered in wounds. She was hanging on by a single breath.

"Please, please, teacher, save my little sister! I'll do anything, really, anything!"

Twelve should have been an age when a boy cared most about his dignity, but at that moment, he had cast it all aside.

"Sigh, child, it's not that I don't want to save her. I really can't. She's hurt too badly."

The old woman wanted to save the little girl too, but she couldn't. She was only a one-ring healing-type Soul Master, and her Soul Ring was white at that. She usually treated minor colds and the like.

For a girl hanging on by a single breath, even a Soul Emperor probably couldn't do anything.

"No, no, no... my sister can still be saved... she can still be saved..."

The boy held his sister's broken body, blood tears running from his eyes.

Qingfeng opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing.

"I'll go."

Yunxiao nodded to Qingfeng. He naturally understood what she was thinking. There would always be people who felt compassion, always be people who reached out a hand to the weak.

Wasn't that how the world was? Even if it wasn't all that beautiful, there would always be people who mended it here and there.

Sorry, but he, Yunxiao, had that ability, as well as the ability to protect himself.

Yunxiao slowly stepped forward, and a ring of emerald-green light spread out, enveloping the girl in moments.

The girl's wounds began to heal, and the closer Yunxiao came, the faster they healed.

The girl's brother hurriedly moved away from her, afraid of delaying the Lord Soul Master's treatment.

His scarlet eyes stared blankly at Yunxiao, who was surrounded by the emerald-green light. Then he slammed his head to the ground.

"I, Shi'er, thank you for saving her life, my lord. From now on, my life is yours."

He was just a pauper with nothing but his own worthless life. Yunxiao had saved his sister, so he would give him that life.

"Get up first."

Yunxiao didn't mind the dirt on Shi'er and gently helped him to his feet.

"My lord..."

"Your sister... she's hurt very badly."

Yunxiao looked at those hollow eyes. He truly couldn't imagine what had tortured this little girl into such a state.

Her eyes, ears, tongue and body-almost everything was gone.

"It was people..."

Shi'er bit down hard on the corner of his mouth, blood dripping from it onto the ground.

"People!"

Yunxiao's eyes shook.

"Those bastards broke into my home while I was out hunting. They wanted to sell my sister to a slave trader, but my sister was strong-willed and killed one of them. They flew into a rage out of humiliation, so... so..."

Yunxiao fell silent. Sometimes, people were even more wicked than Fallen Soul Masters.

"Why? She's already suffered so much. Death might be the best outcome."

"I know... I know... but..." Shi'er abruptly raised his face. "I'm her brother!"

Yes, he was her brother. That was why he wouldn't give up on his own little sister. And because her brother was trying everything he could to save her, she was still hanging on by a single breath.

So that was it.

Yunxiao patted him on the shoulder.

"Although I don't like meddling, just for that, I'll save your sister. But from today onward, you and your sister belong to me."

Shi'er looked at his sister, then once again slammed his head to the ground.

"Please save my sister, master."

"You don't have to call me master. Just call me young master."

Yunxiao pressed his palms together, slowly assuming a posture of prayer.

People didn't believe in gods, but when the powers of reality couldn't save their loved ones, the gods became their last hope.

Sickness... loss... pain...

Should these things really exist?

He slowly opened his hands.

Praise of Life appeared in his hands.

His features also began to change subtly, becoming more feminine.

Looking at the eye-like "red bean" on the staff, he smiled. In this world, how many people could truly afford treatment?

They gave it everything they had, only to end up drawing water in a bamboo basket.

Since people couldn't do it, then let the gods do it.

"With the Medicine King's compassion, the Ambrosial Arbor grows.

With the cultivators as one, together we ascend to bliss."

As the words fell, the green light of Praise of Life turned brilliant gold. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the girl's flesh began to writhe and stretch.

In just a few seconds, her lower body was whole again. The golden light even seemed to know it was healing a girl, thoughtfully weaving her a set of clothes.

Arms... eyes... ears...

Five seconds later, a whole and healthy girl stood before Shi'er.

"Little sister... little sister!"

Shi'er threw his arms around her and sobbed until he could barely breathe. He had long since cried his tears dry on the way to seek treatment.

"Big brother, don't cry, don't cry. Xiaoya doesn't hurt anymore. Pat, pat~"

Yunxiao stood where he was, silently watching the brother and sister.

"Yunxiao..."

Qingfeng looked at him with some concern. If anything happened to him, how was she supposed to explain it to her brother?

"I'm fine. It's just a little side effect."

He reached up and plucked a golden-yellow leaf from his head. His current body was a filter; otherwise, he was genuinely afraid he would turn the little girl into leaves.

"Master... no, young master, thank you for saving us. We don't have any particular skills, just our lives. Whenever you want them, young master, you can take them."

"All right, get up first. I just couldn't stand watching you cry and whine, so I gave you a hand."

With that, he plucked off another leaf, again from his head.

Honestly, why did they keep growing on his head?

"You're called Xiaoya, right?"

"Young master, everyone calls me Xiaoya."

Xiaoya was a little nervous. His status was obvious; he was probably even more important than the merchants who had tried to sell her.

She no longer had any of the courage she had shown when she was captured.

"What's your Martial Soul?"

Xiaoya grew a little embarrassed, her little face turning red.

"My Martial Soul? It's a pig. I don't have any Soul Power."

Sometimes Xiaoya actually envied Nuoding Academy's Grandmaster. His Martial Soul could leave his body.

If her Martial Soul could leave her body too, wouldn't she have pork to eat?

"Release it and let me see."

"Oh, okay."

Xiaoya understood that the young master before her was in charge now. Though she was young, she also knew her brother was very worried about her.

After Martial Soul Possession, what appeared wasn't the pig she had imagined, but a headless four-legged creature. The sight left her dumbfounded.

Wait... where's my piggy? How did it suddenly get so ugly?

"Looks like it's evolved toward a Taotie."

"Evolved?"

Xiaoya's head was full of question marks.

"Did you really think our Yunxiao's Praise of Life was a joke? His ability can optimize Martial Souls in a chosen direction."

Though Qingfeng didn't know why her brother had told her to reveal the skill Praise of Life, he probably had his own plans.

"Third Sister, you sold me out just like that?"

Yunxiao plucked off yet another leaf. He felt as though leaves were about to grow on his backside too.

"Optimize Martial Souls in a chosen direction!"

The looks the crowd gave Yunxiao grew increasingly unhinged.

His outrageous healing ability had already made him the center of everyone's attention. Now he was just like Tang Monk's flesh.

"Let's test your Soul Power."

Yunxiao took out a crystal ball.

Xiaoya nervously held it in her arms. The next second, the crystal ball shone with a dazzling light.

"Innate Full Soul Power. Not bad."

"Hiss!"

As for global warming, this bunch was definitely to blame.

"From today onward, your name will be Noelle. You and your brother will follow me.

I, Yunxiao, have never treated my own people poorly.

I can only use Praise of Life once a month. You'll have to wait."

Shi'er was a little dazed, but his sister was quick on the uptake. She pulled her brother down and kowtowed hard.

"Thank you for your grace, young master."

"Mm, get up first. Third Sister, I'll leave this to you. I'm going back."

Qingfeng gave him a worried look, but finally nodded.

More and more leaves were growing on Yunxiao, and he needed to deal with them properly now.

The scene soon calmed down.

As for why no one dared go straight up and cling to his thigh-

Just look at that dragon-type Martial Soul's claws and ask yourself whether your head could withstand them.

Though the matter had come to an end, some things were only beginning to brew.

For example, a certain Grandmaster who had reached level twenty-nine at fifty looked at Yunxiao more ardently than he would at the sweetheart he had in mind.

"Directional Martial Soul optimization... heaven has treated me well!"

As for the humiliation just now, it was insignificant compared with his own breakthrough.

Besides, it was Yunxiao's honor that he was willing to take him as a disciple!

Even Tang San thought the same.

He hadn't expected Yunxiao's healing ability to be so absurd either. If that was the case... he was willing to take this dog in.

Yunxiao, who had just returned to his private room, suddenly let out an enormous sneeze.

"Achoo, who's talking bad about me?"