Future Xue's spiritual power had been observing the group all along. Sure enough, even after the Fortune that did not belong to Tang San had vanished, he still possessed a little Fortune of his own—though not much.
As for Tang San nearly dying, what did that have to do with me, Future Xue? The spirit beasts did it, not me!
Afterward, Future Xue arrived at the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest, drove all the escaped spirit beasts back inside, then transformed into a golden meteor and vanished beyond the horizon.
Tang Hao sprinted all the way. Having lost his Left Arm Spirit Bone, his Soul Power Level had fallen to level 84. He could no longer fly using his soul power and could only carry Tang San as he ran.
Along the way, Tang Hao injected his tyrannical soul power into Tang San's body, forcing out the Demon Spider's poison and temporarily sealing the enormous wound on Tang San's back. But this was only a stopgap measure. The most urgent matter was still finding a healing-type soul master to treat Tang San.
At last, after Tang Hao ran day and night, he reached a medium-sized city a day later. Tang San, already severely wounded and having gone an entire day without food, had only a single breath left. He looked as though he might die at any moment.
Tang Hao found the best healing-type soul master in the city. Since there were too many people at that healing soul master's Medical Clinic, Tang Hao directly unleashed his Martial Soul, forcing everyone out of the clinic and compelling the healing-type soul master to treat Tang San's injuries.
That healing-type soul master had never seen an expert like Tang Hao before. What else could he do? He could only obediently comply.