Name of the Holy Son

Duanyu Fan returned to a room in the West Hall, sat cross-legged, meditated, rested, and recovered his soul power. Pushing his First Soul Skill to the limit and using it thirty times in a row had consumed a tremendous amount of his soul power. After all, he was only level 31; his soul power was not that deep.

But the gains were also great. The feedback to his own soul power was substantial, almost enough to raise him one level to level 32.

While Duanyu Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, he roughly calculated it as well. If he used his First Soul Skill thirty times a day, five people each time, then thirty times meant one hundred and fifty people. It would take at least half a year before they could reach the final stage.

The next day, Duanyu Fan continued treating the remaining sixty-five guards, while also asking about the condition of those he had treated yesterday.

When the sun appeared, Duanyu Fan began the treatment. By around morning, he had relieved all the guards' symptoms one after another, using his First Soul Skill thirteen times.

"All right! Since everyone is fine now, you must still be strict with yourselves. Try to reduce physical contact, and maintaining order among the villagers will still require everyone's effort." After Duanyu Fan finished treating the last group of five, he opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"Thank you, Holy Son!" The guards knelt on one knee and spoke neatly and respectfully at the same time.

"All right! Everyone, continue taking over for your companions and friends who haven't rested. These are extraordinary times, so everyone will have to work a little harder," Bibi Dong said calmly.

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope." After the guards finished speaking, they rose and orderly took over their posts.

"Teacher! Since my First Soul Skill's healing and Purification are effective, then we should notify the patients now and calm everyone's restless mood," Duanyu Fan suggested to Bibi Dong.

"Mm, good. Ghost Elder, let's go to the West Gate wall together."

"Xiao Fan, we have already separated three areas in the open ground outside the West Gate, respectively for early-stage symptoms, mid-stage, and late-stage. The mid-stage has the most people."

"According to a rough count, there are almost thirty thousand of them, all commoners without soul power. There are not many with soul power. Of course, this does not include the number of people who haven't shown symptoms yet," Bibi Dong said steadily. Dozens of villages had fallen, and it also affected Spirit City's food supply, so Bibi Dong was still very concerned.

"Mm! Fortunately, it was discovered early." Duanyu Fan also felt his heart settle. Fortunately, transportation on the Douluo Continent was inconvenient, so the villagers could not travel far, and the Plague had not spread elsewhere.

Bibi Dong, Duanyu Fan, and Ghost Douluo arrived on the West Gate wall. Duanyu Fan found that Chrysanthemum Douluo was already on the wall giving commands, with the West Hall's bishop and Vice Bishop assisting Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope! Long live!"

When the members of Spirit Hall saw Bibi Dong arrive, they all spoke in greeting.

"Rise! Keep doing your work properly. Right now, the villagers below are the most important," Bibi Dong commanded with authority. Bibi Dong turned toward the villagers below; there were elders and children alike.

"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me! I am the current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!" Bibi Dong used her powerful soul power, sending her voice into everyone's ears.

"I am very sorry! We gathered everyone here, but it was to prevent further infection of other people or other places. We had no choice but to gather everyone together for unified treatment."

"But rest assured, Spirit Hall has never given up on treating you. After two months, we discovered that Spirit Hall's Holy Son can treat this illness. However, this requires time. Do not be anxious, because our Holy Son is only a little over seven years old. His soul power is not high, and the number of treatments and people he can heal each day is limited."

"Rest assured, during the treatment period, we will provide the freshest food for three meals a day. Spirit Hall only hopes that all of you can actively cooperate."

"We will start from those with the most severe symptoms. As for the patients with milder symptoms, we will also send other support-type healers to suppress your conditions, so everyone need not worry that you will die." Bibi Dong used the calmest tone she could to soothe everyone, informing the villagers without holding anything back.

Afterward, she ordered the guards to arrange eighty-five people to come to the West City Gate and line up one by one. Duanyu Fan began treating the villagers one by one. The villagers who had been treated were brought into the west of the city and uniformly settled down, continuing to be observed in case of possible relapse.

Bibi Dong also arranged personnel to purchase daily necessities and fresh food. The daily expenditure was at least tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins.

Just like that, a month passed. Duanyu Fan had also cured nearly five thousand villagers, and Spirit Hall's good reputation among the villagers continued to rise.

Of course, Duanyu Fan's reputation as the Holy Son gradually spread to the outside world as well. Among the villagers, it was also very high. Everyone knew Spirit Hall's Holy Son was gentle and refined, polite and talkative, speaking to everyone in a calm tone that filled his whole person with affinity. In any case, it was all words of praise.

Over the course of a month, Duanyu Fan busied himself from beginning to end, and his Soul Power Level also reached level 33.

"Fengzhi! I think we should make a trip to Spirit City too. Although we can't be of much help, we can still provide Spirit Hall with financial support. I heard the daily expenses are very large. As one of the upper three sects, when common villagers encounter such a thing, we can't just remain unmoved, right? There's no way this situation was staged by Spirit Hall itself."

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the upper three sects, three people were discussing matters in the main hall. They were Ning Fengzhi, the continent's known number one support master on the Douluo Continent, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, whose martial soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, known as the continent's number one support-type martial soul.

One of the two sect-protecting elders was Jian Dao Chenxin, a power attack-type Titled Douluo known as having the continent's strongest attack power, titled Sword Douluo in the soul master world.

The other was a defense-type Titled Douluo, titled Bone Douluo in the soul master world.

"Fengzhi, Old Sword Man is right!"

"Then we set off immediately! We can also take the chance to see this Holy Son, only seven years old, and find out exactly what martial soul he has. To think that in all of Spirit Hall, only he can treat this illness," the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect said with a faint smile.

Duanyu Fan used up his thirty treatments for the day and returned to the West Hall.

Over this month, Duanyu Fan had been thinking about how to raise efficiency. Recalling the plot, he immediately planned to adopt the method of merging Soul Rings, raising himself to the level of releasing Martial Soul Avatar.

"Teacher! I thought of a method. I don't know if it can succeed, but I want to try it." The moment Duanyu Fan saw Bibi Dong, he immediately spoke.

"Oh! What method?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

"Soul Fusion! I plan to have Chrysanthemum Elder release his Soul Ring soul power and raise it to the Soul Saint level, then merge it into my body. I want to release Martial Soul Avatar to greatly raise treatment efficiency." Why had Duanyu Fan thought of Chrysanthemum Douluo?

Because although Chrysanthemum Douluo was a Titled Douluo, his martial soul was still a plant martial soul. The source soul power of his martial soul should also count as very gentle, increasing the probability of Soul Fusion.

"Xiao Fan! I'm afraid your body's toughness won't be enough. When the time comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand it. A Soul Saint-level amount of soul power is very vast," Bibi Dong explained worriedly.

"It's fine! Teacher, we have to try before we know. Besides, Chrysanthemum Elder's martial soul is still plant-type, so his soul power is relatively gentler. If I can't hold on when the time comes, we can stop then."

Bibi Dong thought for a moment, then agreed to Duanyu Fan's idea.

"All right! If you truly can't withstand it, you must stop immediately." Bibi Dong was growing more and more fond of this disciple, Duanyu Fan, who had even gained a god's favor.