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Soul Emperor frowned at this moment.

He stared down at Hun Xiu, who was laughing uproariously, his tightly furrowed brows betraying a flicker of strange emotion in his eyes.

Has this brat gone stupid? Since when had my Dou Saint pressure become so terrifying? It actually crushed an unparalleled genius into an idiot?

That shouldn't be possible.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Hun Xiu began coughing. He had been too excited and aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough up blood.

Seeing Hun Xiu cough up blood, Soul Emperor could not help feeling a faint pang of heartache. He withdrew that trace of pressure from his body.

He slowly said, "Go down and tend to your injuries. Don't let them leave behind any lasting problems. The clan tournament is in just over half a month. I hope you can take first place."

"Yes, Father."

Sensing the pressure on his body disappear, Hun Xiu slowly rose to his feet, his face incomparably pale.

Though his face was pale, a faint, enigmatic smile hung at the corners of Hun Xiu's lips.

He turned around, clutched his chest, and slowly left the hall.

"Young Master, you..."

Seeing Hun Xiu in this state, Hun San, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly asked after him in concern.

He remembered that the Young Master had entered in high spirits. How had he become like this now? Had someone injured the Young Master? The Clan Head? Other than the Clan Head, Hun San truly could not think of anyone who could injure his Young Master right under the Clan Head's nose. It could not possibly have been the Young Master beating himself up.

Then there was only one explanation: the Clan Head had "beaten" the Young Master.

But why would the Clan Head "beat" the Young Master? That was surprising. After all, his Young Master Xiu'er was one of the finest among the younger generation and deeply favored by the Clan Head.

Hun San could not figure it out, but when he recalled Gu Yuan, the Gu Clan Head, who had come out before Young Master Hun Xiu, Hun San suddenly felt as though he had found a clue.

But before Hun San could think further, Hun Xiu hurriedly said, "Third Uncle, quickly, support me."

"Oh..."

Hearing Hun Xiu's words, Hun San did not hesitate and hurriedly supported him.

Pfft!

Once Hun San supported him, Hun Xiu could no longer hold on and spat out another mouthful of blood. His face immediately turned even paler.

"Third Uncle, take me back..."

As soon as Hun Xiu finished speaking, he completely passed out. How could he possibly withstand a Dou Saint's pressure? Even a mere trace, even the slightest bit, was not something a mere Dou Emperor could endure. It was already impressive that he had held on for so long.

After leaving the main hall, he finally could not endure any longer and coughed up blood. At that moment, all his strength was spent.

"Young Master..."

As he lost consciousness, Hun Xiu vaguely heard Hun San calling for him, but he quickly lost all awareness.

Night fell.

When Hun Xiu opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his own bed. He sat up.

Seeing the darkness outside, he knew it was already nighttime.

He clenched his fists and found that his body was perfectly fine. He muttered, "How is this possible? During the day, I could clearly tell that I was seriously injured. How did I recover completely by night?"

Hun Xiu could clearly sense that his injuries had fully recovered. The injuries caused by that trace of Dou Saint pressure had all vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed.

Yet the scenes in his mind clearly told him that everything that had happened during the day had not been a dream. It was real.

Could the system have healed my injuries? Hun Xiu muttered inwardly.

Soul Emperor: System? What system? Am I the system?

The moment Hun Xiu fainted in Hun San's arms, Soul Emperor noticed it from within the hall.

Before Hun San could leave, he flashed over and appeared before him.

"Clan Head."

Hun San looked at Soul Emperor before him in terror and respectfully spoke. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Soul Emperor at all.

Soul Emperor looked at the unconscious Hun Xiu in Hun San's arms and shook his head. "You clearly couldn't withstand it, so why force yourself to hold on? Stubborn."

"But that part is like me."

As his words fell, a jade bottle appeared in Soul Emperor's palm. He poured a medicinal pill from it.

The instant the pill appeared in his hand, the surrounding area was filled with a rich medicinal fragrance.

"A Grade 8 Medicinal Pill."

Smelling the medicinal fragrance filling heaven and earth, Hun San could not help swallowing, his heart filled with shock.

Hun San had only ever heard of Grade 8 Medicinal Pills and had never seen one. Yet now, he was actually able to come into such close contact with one. The shock in his heart surged.

"This Grade 8 Medicinal Pill is enough to heal your injuries." Soul Emperor looked at the pale, unconscious Hun Xiu and muttered.

Dou Qi emerged from his palm and wrapped around the pill before sending it into Hun Xiu's body. Soul Emperor did not leave. Instead, he used his own Dou Qi to thoroughly Absorb the Grade 8 Medicinal Pill's medicinal effects into Hun Xiu's body.

After all, how domineering and terrifying was a Grade 8 Medicinal Pill? A pill of this level was not something a mere Dou Emperor could swallow and consume.

Once the Grade 8 Medicinal Pill's effects had been thoroughly Refined and integrated into Hun Xiu's body, the pallor on his little face gradually turned rosy.

The entire process flowed as smoothly as clouds and running water in Soul Emperor's hands and took little time. It took less than three minutes from start to finish. It was truly fast.

The speed of a Dou Saint expert was no mere boast.

Soul Emperor withdrew his hand and blandly said, "Take him away. Do not tell anyone about what happened today."

"Yes."

Hun San recovered from the shock brought by the Grade 8 Medicinal Pill and left the hall with the unconscious Hun Xiu.

Watching Hun San's departing back, Soul Emperor muttered, "That troublesome Xiu'er."

Hun Xiu checked himself once more and discovered that his injuries had truly healed, filling him with slight joy.

The clan tournament was only around half a month away. If he were injured at a time like this, he might have to hand over his title of first place.

But thinking of what had happened during the day, Hun Xiu muttered, "I didn't expect Xun'er to still be so young. It looks like she hasn't even been to the Xiao Clan yet."

At that thought, Hun Xiu's lips curved upward into a meaningful, thought-provoking arc.

He had thought that Gu Xun'er would be around the same age and size as him, but he had not expected Gu Xun'er to be about five years younger than him.

Five years meant five whole years.

He was even five years older than the protagonist, Xiao Yan. That meant that if he killed the protagonist now, the Hun Clan's future "great calamity" would never come.

Without the appearance of the protagonist blessed by fate, the entire continent would belong to the Hun Clan—and in the future, it would belong to Hun Xiu.