Begonia Pavilion

Purple Gold Card?

The Fat Shopkeeper looked at the Purple Gold Card before him and swallowed the words he had been about to say—please pass the test before booking treatment.

Nonsense. Money was the best test.

Not to mention a distinguished guest who possessed a Purple Gold Card.

The Fat Shopkeeper hurriedly put on a smile and said warmly, "I was wondering why magpies had been chirping so early this morning. Turns out, a distinguished guest has come to visit."

"Come, this way, please."

As he spoke, he led Tang Hao toward the private rooms on the second floor.

That was the area reserved for distinguished guests, specifically for discussing treatment plans.

Tang Hao did not refuse. Under the Fat Shopkeeper's guidance, the two arrived at a private room on the second floor.

With a bang, the door shut.

The sounds outside immediately became exceptionally quiet. Even the cries of birds over the lake seemed to vanish in an instant.

The two sat facing each other in the private room, after which the Fat Shopkeeper skillfully and warmly served Tang Hao some tea.

"This is tribute tea from the imperial family—Evening Cloud Clear Mist. Please have a taste, honored guest."

A faint mist curled above the tea like thin mountain fog. Even a slight sniff brought a fresh fragrance.

Tang Hao was rather interested. This tea clearly was no ordinary brew, so he picked it up and took a light sip.

Immediately—

He did not feel much.

He simply thought it tasted good.

Then he felt that the teacup here was too small, lacking the satisfaction of drinking deeply.

Across from him, the Fat Shopkeeper watched the Gray Robe drain the Evening Cloud Clear Mist in a single gulp and silently erased the compliments he had originally planned to offer.

He had received many guests and knew that people who drank tea like this did not enjoy beating around the bush.

Thus, he smiled warmly and said directly, "Since you have come to our Begonia Pavilion seeking treatment, honored guest, you must already know a little about Begonia Pavilion."

"So I will ask directly. Which physician have you come to Begonia Pavilion to seek treatment from?"

Tang Hao glanced at the Fat Shopkeeper, finding his straightforwardness quite agreeable.

But then again, this was Begonia Pavilion. Aside from being the residence of that strongest healing-type Soul Master—

It was also the most famous gathering place for healing-type Soul Masters in the Heaven Dou Empire.

People came here seeking treatment almost every day.

No matter how poor the shopkeeper's social skills were, they could not possibly be bad.

After setting down his teacup, Tang Hao did not waste words and said in a deep voice, "I came to see the Pavilion Master of your Begonia Pavilion."

The Pavilion Master?

The Fat Shopkeeper was stunned, then said with some difficulty, "Well... our Pavilion Master has not received patients for a long time."

"Why not choose another physician, honored guest? For example, the Vice Pavilion Master of our Begonia Pavilion—a level fifty-two healing-type Soul King. Her Martial Soul is the Clear Heart Crown, and her medical skills are also exceptionally superb."

A level fifty-two Soul King was already considered very strong for a healing-type Soul Master.

After all, healing-type Martial Souls were naturally slow to cultivate.

Their Innate Soul Power was generally not very high either.

But Tang Hao shook his head.

If a Soul King could heal the injuries within his body, he would not have spent twelve years in decline while his wounds still had not healed.

"I understand your difficulty. You only need to tell your Pavilion Master that an old acquaintance has come to visit, then give her this letter."

As he spoke, Tang Hao flipped his hand and took out an unmarked letter.

At the same time, he placed a Jade Box on the table.

Inside the Jade Box was not that immortal herb, but a Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Bang!

The moment the Soul Bone was revealed, the Fat Shopkeeper could no longer voice the refusal that had been on his lips. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the Soul Bone before him.

A Thousand Year Soul Bone!

To Soul Fighting Masters and Titled Douluo, a Soul Bone of this age was trash, something they would not even spare a glance for.

But for Soul Ancestors and Soul Kings, this Thousand Year Soul Bone was a treasure!

A great treasure!

And Begonia Pavilion had the most Soul Masters of precisely this level!

Thus, the Fat Shopkeeper hurriedly nodded with a flattering smile. "Alright, then please wait a moment, honored guest. I will immediately contact our Pavilion Master."

Anyone who could casually take out a Thousand Year Soul Bone to seek treatment was either a Soul Saint or Soul Fighting Master—or the master of a major power of roughly the same standing.

For someone like this, Fat Shopkeeper did not dare to be negligent.

He hurriedly took a small boat from beneath Begonia Pavilion and rowed toward Lake Heart Island.

Only Tang Hao remained seated in the private room. No one attended to him, while the Spirit Bone lay on the table, gleaming brightly.

When it came to matters involving a Spirit Bone, Fat Shopkeeper did not dare summon outsiders to serve him either.

That was to prevent any information from leaking and causing trouble.

One moment, two moments...

Before long, Fat Shopkeeper hurried back again, panting as he said, "Honored guest, the Pavilion Master has agreed. Please come this way."

Tang Hao nodded, waved his hand to put away the Spirit Bone, then followed the route Fat Shopkeeper led him along and boarded the small boat toward Lake Heart Island.

The lake surface was calm, rippling in wave after wave beneath the movement of the boat.

As he rowed for Tang Hao, Fat Shopkeeper was also extremely curious about the identity of the gray-robed man aboard.

After all, their Pavilion Master truly had not received patients for a very long time.

Even when a Soul Saint had come last time and requested treatment from their Pavilion Master, she had refused.

Yet after he took that letter onto Lake Heart Island and handed it to the maidservant beside the Pavilion Master, he soon heard the Pavilion Master's voice agreeing from inside.

Her voice even sounded somewhat hurried, carrying a trace of respect?

Could this gray-robed man before him be a Soul Fighting Master powerhouse?

At that thought, the respect in Fat Shopkeeper's gaze toward Tang Hao grew even deeper.

In this era when Titled Douluo rarely appeared, Soul Fighting Masters were the strongest experts on Douluo Continent.

They were also experts Begonia Pavilion could not afford to offend.

As for Titled Douluo?

Fat Shopkeeper did not even consider it. Otherwise, it would not have been him rowing the boat and guiding the way; their Pavilion Master would have personally come out to greet him respectfully.

After all, a Douluo could not be insulted!

Even if their Pavilion Master was the number one healing-system soul master in the world, the same still applied!

Begonia Lake was not very large. Before long, a narrow Lake Heart Island, about three li long and one li wide, appeared before them.

A few houses stood scattered across it, each separated by some distance.

With the eyesight of a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao swept his gaze over the island and discovered that the wide spaces between the houses were for growing medicinal herbs.

There were even people personally bending over to tend to the plants.

Among them was an elderly man with white hair and beard, a robust build, and the cultivation aura of a Soul King. He was likely the Vice Pavilion Master Fat Shopkeeper had just mentioned.

"Honored guest, we've arrived."

Soon, the small boat reached the shore, and Fat Shopkeeper respectfully said to Tang Hao.

"Mm." Tang Hao nodded and stepped ashore. A maidservant dressed in fine silks had long been waiting by the bank.

When she saw Tang Hao arrive, she ignored the astonishment of the surrounding healing-system soul masters and respectfully bent at the waist. "Honored guest, please follow me. The Pavilion Master is already waiting inside."

As she spoke, she extended a hand in invitation.

As for Fat Shopkeeper, the place where the Pavilion Master lived was not somewhere he could enter, so he could only wait respectfully by the shore.

Watching this complicated guiding procedure, Tang Hao shook his head slightly inwardly.

It seemed that back when he had wanted to see a doctor and find a good physician, it had been much the same.

He had to go through twists and turns, passing through the introductions and guarantees of many people before he could find a truly good doctor.