Medicine Fragrance Pavilion, Ye Lingling

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou City.

For the past two days, Su Ling had been carrying his completed pill formula around, asking at pharmacies everywhere.

To be honest, Douluo Continent truly had no shortage of Spiritual Medicine, and there was a wide variety of it.

After all, plant-type Soul Beasts were everywhere. Grab a handful of Blue Silver Grass, and you could refine a few drops of Life Spirit Liquid from it.

The problem was that although there were many such medicines, most had never been systematically catalogued. Their properties were mixed and unclear, and their effects unknown.

If he did not have the accumulated experience of three reincarnated lives, even identifying the most basic medicinal ingredients would have been a problem.

With his money pouch and pill formula tucked away, he asked at several pharmacies in succession, yet he still could not find the last few ingredients.

"This should be the last one, right?"

Su Ling looked up at the somewhat shabby pharmacy sign before him. The words "Medicine Fragrance Pavilion" were scrawled crookedly across it.

Though it looked run-down, Medicine Fragrance Pavilion belonged to the Ye Family, one of the Heaven Dou Empire's seven great families.

However, ever since Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall had targeted them, their business had remained sluggish.

The family's talents were constantly being hunted down as well, leaving the Ye Family with dwindling numbers and severely reduced holdings.

"Little Ling, why are you here? Did you come to see me?"

Before Su Ling could even enter, a crisp, pleasant voice drifted out from within the pharmacy.

A Young Girl in a black dress, with waterfall-like blue hair, leaned against the counter and looked at him with a smile.

She was slender and graceful, her face veiled, her pale blue eyes breathtakingly beautiful.

Her gaze was clear to the bottom, without the slightest impurity—or even emotion.

Yet upon seeing Su Ling, those lifeless eyes unexpectedly lit up slightly, as though fresh vitality had been poured into them.

Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful Young Girl before him, Su Ling's heart skipped a beat.

During his First Life, he had beaten Qian Renxue and finally become emperor, only for his mother to insist that he make Ye Lingling his empress.

But Qian Renxue had already become a god by then, and he himself was about to die. How could he drag her into that mess?

In the end, he could only refuse with a cold expression.

Yet even so, Qian Renxue had not intended to spare her. In the end, she had perished in her prime.

Keeping a cold face, he hurriedly waved his hand. "No. I'm here to buy medicine."

Ye Lingling's gaze swept over Su Ling, and ripples stirred in her blue eyes...

Ever since childhood, she had never met a man who made her heart race more than Little Ling did.

Black hair, golden eyes—nobility and holiness seemed innate to him.

That exceptionally handsome face was enough to make any Young Girl fall in love at first sight.

Yet he was distant and indifferent toward everyone, except her...

At that thought, the corners of Ye Lingling's lips lifted slightly beneath her veil.

Su Ling snapped his fingers several times before her eyes, pulling her back to her senses. In a deliberately distant tone, he said, "What are you spacing out for? I'm here to buy medicine."

Ye Lingling snapped awake as if from a dream. The tips of her ears flushed faintly red, and her voice was soft as a whisper. "Medicine? Are you... injured?"

Su Ling shook his head and handed her the pill formula. "I need these ingredients. Do you have them here?"

"These medicinal ingredients... are indeed rare."

Ye Lingling took the formula and pondered for a moment before suddenly looking up. "But there may still be some in Medicine Fragrance Pavilion's storeroom. I'll go look."

Although Su Ling did not want too much contact with her, he truly needed these ingredients urgently. He could only nod. "Sorry to trouble you."

After quite a while, Ye Lingling finally brought out the ingredients. However, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed as she said with some hesitation, "Little Ling, tell me honestly. What exactly do you need these medicines for?"

"A thousand-year Dragon Blood Ganoderma, an eight-thousand-year Nether Ghost Vine... the properties of these medicines conflict with each other."

"And the age requirements are so high. One small mistake could cost you your life!"

She knew there was something wrong with Su Ling's martial soul. He was likely so desperate that he was trying anything he could.

Su Ling fell silent for a moment, his gaze settling on the ingredients in her hands. "I know what I'm doing."

Ye Lingling bit her lip and suddenly hid the ingredients behind her back. "No! Unless you tell me the truth, I can't let you take such a risk."

Her tone was unusually firm, and her pale blue eyes were filled with concern.

At her words, Su Ling's expression turned cold. He slammed his palm onto the counter and said icily, "Shut up. Give me the medicine. It's not like I'm refusing to pay."

"Putting on that lecturing face—who do you think you are?"

In this life, Su Ling did not want anything to do with anyone.

After all, those around villains often died the fastest.

Ye Lingling had never seen Su Ling so cold before. His golden eyes seemed coated in ice at that moment, stabbing sharply into her heart.

"I..." She opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly. "I was only worried about you..."

"No need." Su Ling cut her off coldly, reaching out to snatch the ingredients. "Give me the medicine."

Ye Lingling instinctively took a step back, her eyes reddening slightly, yet she stubbornly refused to let go. "At least tell me what you need these herbs for?"

"My mother told me to get them. How would I know what they're for? Hand them over!"

Seeing more and more people gathering around, Su Ling's expression darkened further.

"Fine..." Ye Lingling finally compromised and handed over the herbs, her voice so low it was nearly inaudible.

"But you have to promise me—if... if anything seems wrong, come find me immediately."

Su Ling snatched the herbs from her hand and turned to leave without looking back, leaving behind only a cold response. "Mind your own business."

However, at that moment, several figures pushed through the crowd and approached, blocking Su Ling's path.

Yu Tianheng stepped forward, flickering lightning surrounding him as his voice turned icy and piercing. "Hold it. You can't leave. Apologize to Lingling."

Yufeng, Osler, and the others also gathered around with unfriendly expressions, completely cutting off his escape.

"Apologize? Heh. I say we should first break both his arms, then snap his legs, and make him crawl out!"

Dugu Yan glared at Su Ling with an ugly expression.

They had originally come to find Lingling for a match, only to see her being bullied on the way. How could they possibly tolerate that?

If they let this brat walk out unscathed today, where would the Imperial Dou Team's pride go?

Su Ling: "..."

Well, damn. Was this what it felt like to be a villain?

No matter where he went, there were always people sticking their noses into his business.

"What are you doing? Do you know who I am?"

"My father is Tian Jin Douluo, and my grandfather is King Zhenyuan, who commands hundreds of thousands of troops. Try touching even a finger on me!"

Su Ling deliberately raised his voice, putting on the arrogant, overbearing act of a spoiled young master in hopes of making them back down.

Dugu Yan sneered. Her Martial Soul, the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, had already appeared, purple poisonous mist coiling around her.

"Tian Jin Douluo? King Zhenyuan? What grand prestige! My grandfather is Poison Douluo too!"

When Yu Tianheng heard the title King Zhenyuan, a flicker of wariness crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

He said in a deep voice, "No matter how powerful your background is, bullying Lingling is unacceptable!"