Auction Countdown! Saving Gu Yuena

Ye Wanqing's voice turned shrill with extreme panic: "Qingxian! Quick! Save Ling'er!"

Ye Qingxian's figure flashed, and she was already kneeling beside Su Ling.

Her palms hovered in the air as emerald radiance surged forth like a tidal wave, a majestic surge of Life Energy instantly sweeping through the gloomy alley.

Behind her, the phantom of a massive, intricate Nine Heart Begonia—as if condensed from the purest essence of life—suddenly bloomed. Its light flowed, bathing the surroundings in a lush, verdant glow.

"His origin is severely damaged, his meridians are shattered, and there are even cracks in his soul... What a vicious Destruction Power."

She whispered, her expression grave as never before.

Her hands danced, weaving seals, and the Begonia's light grew even more intense. Silken threads of emerald halo gently yet firmly seeped into Su Ling's broken body.

Under the nourishment of the Life Energy, his hideous, terrifying wounds writhed, closed, and healed.

Time slipped away in the silence.

Finally, amidst the crimson bloodstains where Ye Wanqing's nails had dug into her palms.

The spiderweb-like cracks covering Su Ling's face vanished completely, and his deathly gray complexion was replaced by a faint but genuine flush of vitality.

His chest began to rise and fall steadily.

"Cough..." A faint cough shattered the suffocating stillness.

Su Ling's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and profound weakness.

"Ling'er!" Ye Wanqing practically lunged forward, pulling her son—whom she had thought lost—tightly into her arms, scalding tears pouring down. "You scared Mother to death!"

"Little Ling!" Ye Lingling's tears also burst forth like a dam breaking. She knelt beside them, her fingers trembling, not daring to touch him.

"Mother... I'm fine..." Su Ling's voice was hoarse. He struggled to raise his hand to pat his mother's back, then forced a weak smile at Ye Lingling. "Sister Lingling... don't cry..."

Ye Wanqing forced down her churning emotions and helped Su Ling sit up, her gaze sharp as a blade: "Tell Mother, who was it? Who hurt you like this?!"

Su Ling's eyes drifted, avoiding his mother's piercing gaze. His voice was weak and lacked conviction: "No... nobody hurt me... I just had a mishap while cultivating, accidentally fell from a height... and then..."

The excuse was so clumsy that even he found it ridiculous.

Ye Wanqing's brows locked together; she clearly didn't believe him.

But seeing her son's evasive eyes, she felt both heartache and helplessness, and could only suppress the suspicion and fury filling her heart.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi and the others let out long sighs of relief, their backs already soaked in cold sweat.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, feigning composure: "Madam Ye, it is truly fortunate that Young Master Su is safe and sound! Since it was a misunderstanding, we shall not disturb the young master's recovery. Farewell."

He didn't want to stay a moment longer. Pulling the shaken and cold-handed Ning Rongrong along, he departed rapidly with the relieved Sword and Bone Douluo.

The Shrek group acted as if they had been granted amnesty, scurrying away with their tails between their legs, terrified that even a moment's delay would invite another catastrophic disaster.

A few days later, at the Su Family estate.

Although Su Ling had been pulled back from the gates of death by Ye Qingxian, his source had been damaged, leaving his body extremely frail.

This time, Ye Wanqing was determined to keep him under her watchful eye.

He was confined to a bedroom in the deepest part of the detached courtyard. Outside the door and within the courtyard, several Soul Saint guards and trusted maids were stationed to provide 24-hour close protection and surveillance.

Even the entirety of Heaven Dou City was now on high alert, with the Su Family's Dark Guards searching everywhere for suspicious individuals.

Su Ling lay on a silk-covered daybed. On the surface, he appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but inside, he was as anxious as if he were being roasted over a fire.

The auction was tonight! The Little Silly Dragon was about to be sold!

If she were bought by a major sect, it would be fine, but if she fell into the hands of those disgusting, perverted nobles...

System, scan my physical state! Can I activate the Destruction God Armor one more time? Even at the bare minimum! Su Ling asked urgently in his mind.

[Host, Ye Qingxian's treatment has preserved your life and foundation, but the backlash from forcibly activating the Destruction God Armor far exceeds expectations.]

[Furthermore, do not forget that your soul was shattered by Gu Yuena in your previous life. Although you have been reborn, the scars have yet to heal.]

[If you force it again, even if you do not end up with your soul scattered, there is an extremely high probability that you will fall back into a near-death state because you cannot control the Destruction Source within it.]

The system's warning was cold and cruel, carrying an unprecedented level of seriousness.

No, I have to go and see.

Su Ling was silent for a moment, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew full well what awaited Gu Yuena at the auction; it was filthier than hell itself.

He had to go! At any cost!

Night fell, and all was silent.

Su Ling quietly mobilized the remnants of his Destruction Divine Power, which flickered like a candle in the wind.

Ugh—! A sharp pain instantly swept through his entire body!

Cold sweat soaked his thin clothes, and his body spasmed uncontrollably.

He bit down hard on his teeth, a suppressed groan escaping his throat as the taste of blood filled his mouth.

A streak of deep, abyssal purple light, as if capable of swallowing all surrounding light, flashed across his skin and vanished. The space centered on him warped slightly, then collapsed.

The next moment, his figure tore through the void and disappeared from where he stood.

Almost simultaneously, the Soul Saint guard outside the door snapped his eyes open. His powerful Mental Power swept across the entire room, only for him to be left dumbfounded.

Where was he? He had vanished into thin air?!

The guard's expression changed drastically. He immediately blew an emergency whistle, the shrill alarm piercing the night sky.

The entire villa was instantly illuminated as dozens of figures surged in from all directions.

Ye Wanqing was in the study handling affairs when she heard the alarm; the pen in her hand snapped with a sharp crack.

Her figure flickered, and she appeared outside Su Ling's bedroom door.

"What is going on?!" she demanded sharply, her voice laced with unconcealable panic.

The guard knelt on one knee, drenched in cold sweat. "Reporting to Madam! The Young Master's... aura vanished in an instant! This subordinate did not detect any external force breaking in!"

Ye Wanqing stared at the empty bed, where only a faint trace of warmth remained.

Her vision went dark. A heart-wrenching sense of panic and helplessness engulfed her like a tidal wave.

"Search! Turn every inch of Heaven Dou upside down! Activate all Dark Guards! Highest alert!"

She gripped the doorframe to steady her swaying body, her voice hoarse and trembling as if she were weeping blood. "Little Ling... don't scare Mother..."

The Heaven Dou Grand Auction House was ablaze with lights and bustling with noise.

Beneath the massive dome, crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling light, and the air was thick with the scent of luxurious spices and gold coins.

The finale of tonight's auction was heavily hyped, attracting almost every top power in the empire to gather under one roof.

Inside the box with the best view, Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, sat in the main seat.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood on either side like two silent guardian deities.

Ning Rongrong leaned against her father, her eyes fixed intently on the shimmering auction stage.

"Soul Enlightenment Pill! Consuming it can improve innate aptitude, enhance Martial Soul quality, and repair both soul and physical injuries."

"Father, is there really such a miraculous pill in this world?" Ning Rongrong asked in a low voice.

For some reason, the memory of Su Ling lying in a pool of blood surfaced, and her heart tightened inexplicably.

If she could obtain this pill, would his injuries...?

But how could that be possible?

In her previous life, she had never heard of any pill that could rival immortal-grade herbs.