"Same Type of Martial Soul as Mine?"

Upon hearing Jiang Nannan's firm refusal, Chen Wen's expression shifted unpredictably.

After returning to the Xuan Ming Sect to report the situation to the Sect Master, he had received permission to use a Mysterious Turtle Divine Pill in exchange for a stunning young girl's willing submission.

However, because the trip back and forth to Xuanfeng City had taken some time, he discovered that her mother's illness had been cured.

Chen Wen felt like a clown.

There was no time to think about such nonsense. Chen Wen had now discovered a serious problem.

Only one week remained before the Second Young Master's Martial Soul Evolution Ceremony.

Back then, he had sworn before the Sect Master that he would find a beautiful young maiden with top-tier looks and temperament to serve as a crucial part of the ceremony.

When he had first discovered Jiang Nannan at the Medical Hall, he had been utterly stunned. She perfectly met every requirement.

Her mother had even suffered from an incurable illness, and Chen Wen had started celebrating at halftime.

He had thought everything was in the bag.

He had already begun imagining the Second Young Master's Martial Soul evolving into the Mysterious Turtle Shield, being named the young sect master, and himself becoming a sect steward alongside him.

He would finally shed his status as a servant.

He had never believed a cooked duck could fly away before. Now, he did.

That duck had really flown away.

Chen Wen panicked, suddenly feeling as though a blade hung over his head.

He had made a life-or-death pledge before the Sect Master. If he failed to find a suitable girl in the end, the Sect Master would definitely kill him.

The current Xuan Ming Sect Master was no charitable man. He killed decisively and would never show mercy to servants like him.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have talked so big!"

"Where am I supposed to find a virgin within a week who meets the standards in talent, looks, and temperament?"

"Shrek Academy isn't a brothel. Where would there be so many students from poor families?"

Chen Wen squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, feeling as though he could see the end of his future at a glance.

"I don't want to die!"

People at the end of their rope always chose desperate measures. Chen Wen suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly in the direction Jiang Nannan had left.

"Heh, sorry about this."

Then he rose and quickly left the area, heading toward Xuanfeng City's East District.

Many frustrated Soul Masters gathered there, venting amid the lights and revelry.

Among them was a Soul Emperor he knew, who spent all day loafing around there.

His low Innate Soul Power had left him stuck at rank sixty-nine for decades.

Breaking through to rank seventy had long become an obsession for him.

As long as Chen Wen used a Mysterious Turtle Divine Pill as payment, there was no way he would refuse to act. Besides, the target was only a Soul Elder.

This Soul Emperor's Martial Soul was called the Dream Eater, a spiritual-attribute Beast Martial Soul.

This Martial Soul could ensure that all of this would never be exposed to the light of day.

That morning, Jiang Nannan arrived at Huo Yuhao's Medical Hall as usual, carrying a gentle breeze with her.

She held breakfast in her hand.

"Brother Huo, my mother prepared this breakfast for you."

The girl lifted the breakfast slightly, a radiant smile appearing on her face like a cat waiting to be praised.

The corners of Huo Yuhao's lips rose as he took the breakfast from her. "Thank you, Nannan."

The breakfast was not extravagant—just a few steamed buns and eggs—but he could feel the thoughtfulness behind it.

"Do you have any plans for today?"

As Huo Yuhao ate breakfast, he thought for a moment before saying, "The Great Soul Arena will be holding matches today. There'll probably be quite a few injured people, so we'll have plenty to do later."

Sure enough, an unusually large number of Soul Masters came to the Medical Hall for treatment that day.

Many had been beaten until they were bloody messes, their clothes stuck to their flesh, making wound cleaning a major problem.

Fortunately, Jiang Nannan's hands were nimble, allowing her to swiftly clean these wounds.

Huo Yuhao continuously used the Reversal Technique to treat the Soul Masters.

For a time, pig-slaughtering screams periodically rang out from the Medical Hall.

To these Soul Masters, anesthetics were practically useless. They could only helplessly feel the pain caused by their flesh wriggling as it healed.

What was astonishing was that these Soul Masters seemed to enjoy it instead. In their eyes, pain was only natural. How could such a powerful healing Soul Skill possibly come without a price?

They mistook the heightened sensation throughout their nerves, caused by their bodies being filled with energy, for the cost of treatment.

Huo Yuhao could not be bothered to explain. It was fine if they considered it a price.

"It hurts like hell."

A Soul Master with the Blazing Ox Martial Soul bared his teeth and, trembling, gave Huo Yuhao a thumbs-up.

"Your healing Soul Skill really is the best, Hall Master."

"I'm all better in no time, and I happen to have another match tomorrow."

Huo Yuhao smiled. "Heh, another match?"

"Haven't you been beaten enough? This is already your third time this week."

The Blazing Ox Soul Master smiled awkwardly. "That's what being a Soul Master is like. Either you're bleeding, or you're on your way to bleed."

"Soul Masters without a background always have the smell of blood on their clothes."

"Hall Master, I'll be leaving first. I still need to study tomorrow's opponent."

Huo Yuhao shook his head. He did not quite understand these Soul Masters' passion for battle, then turned to use the Reversal Technique on the others.

Whether in his previous life or this one, Huo Yuhao had never actually liked fighting. But if battle was unavoidable—

Then he firmly believed that he would be the one left standing in the end.

He would crush every enemy in his path at any cost.

After every injured person had left the Medical Hall, Huo Yuhao pulled open the door curtain to air out the smell of blood inside.

Behind him, Jiang Nannan cleaned up, carefully wiping away the bloodstains on the floor with alcohol.

After breathing in fresh air for a while, Huo Yuhao was about to turn around and help Jiang Nannan clean up the remaining mess when his Spiritual Power suddenly stirred.

Being incomparably familiar with Spiritual Power, he instantly realized that someone was using it to probe his Medical Hall.

Huo Yuhao silently activated his Spiritual Eye, only to discover that the Spiritual Power was not targeting him, but Jiang Nannan behind him.

"The other party is very strong."

Judging from the range of the Spiritual Power, the other party's cultivation was extremely high.

Compared with those Evil Soul Masters, this was at least a Soul Emperor.

Huo Yuhao's expression darkened. He had not expected trouble to come knocking so quickly, with its target being someone by his side.

This undoubtedly touched a raw nerve within him.

He pulled the door curtain shut again, restoring his usual gentle smile as he cleaned the bloodstains from the floor together with Jiang Nannan.

As night grew deeper, the Spiritual Power lingering around the Medical Hall remained, firmly locking onto Jiang Nannan.

Only after Jiang Nannan finished her work for the day and left the Medical Hall did that Spiritual Power disappear from the area.

Huo Yuhao silently appeared on the Medical Hall's roof. Watching Jiang Nannan's retreating figure, the Faceless Mask transformed into a whirlpool-patterned mask that exposed only his right eye.

"A Martial Soul of the same type as mine?"

"Interesting."

"Then let's see whose use of Spiritual Power is superior."

With that, a pitch-black figure raced across the rooftops of the district, keeping watch over everything around Jiang Nannan.