I'm Just a Weak Soul Fighting Master

After following a winding path, Tang Hao saw an exquisite wooden lodge before him.

A faint, clear mist drifted over from the lake, shrouding the surrounding area like a veil.

It was as though some kind of formation had been set up.

Tang Hao glanced at the medicinal fields near the wooden lodge. Sensing what had been buried within, surprise appeared on his face.

"Spirit Bones?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." A respectful female voice came from the wooden lodge.

Tang Hao looked toward the voice. A graceful, fair-skinned woman emerged from the lodge's doorway.

She wore a long blue dress, possessing a tranquil and distant air. As she walked with gentle steps, she resembled a serene begonia blossom.

The Pavilion Master of Begonia Pavilion, possessor of the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul, an eighty-third-rank healing-type Soul Fighting Master.

She was also the world's foremost healing-type Soul Master, Ye Xilan.

She approached respectfully and gave Tang Hao a slight bow. "This humble woman, Xilan, pays her respects to Clear Sky Douluo, Your Excellency."

"I was unable to come out and welcome you from afar. Please forgive my offense."

Her voice was lovely. Tang Hao shook his head. "It's fine. I understand your difficulties."

He knew why Ye Xilan had not dared to welcome him openly.

Spirit Hall.

It would have been fine for Begonia Pavilion to secretly receive someone from the Clear Sky Sect. Spirit Hall would not make things too difficult for a Begonia Pavilion full of healing-type Soul Masters.

But if she welcomed him openly, then even as the world's foremost healing-type Soul Master, Ye Xilan would be in serious trouble.

Thus, Tang Hao understood. He had concealed his identity all the way here and followed the proper procedure of presenting a calling card.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Ye Xilan thanked him softly, then said to the handmaiden beside her, who had led Tang Hao here and was now extremely nervous:

"Qing He, go inform the others in the pavilion that I'll be entering seclusion for a time and will not be receiving anyone."

The handmaiden hurriedly replied, "Yes, Pavilion Master."

With that, she quickly left.

Thus, only Tang Hao and Ye Xilan remained in this wooden lodge reserved exclusively for the Pavilion Master.

Seeing that her handmaiden had safely left, Ye Xilan relaxed slightly and softly said to Tang Hao:

"Your Excellency, please come this way."

Seeing the slight nervousness on Ye Xilan's face, Tang Hao nodded without saying anything further.

After all, the last time he had come here, he had descended in an overwhelmingly forceful manner. It was perfectly normal for her to be a little nervous around him.

Ye Xilan's wooden lodge differed from an ordinary woman's residence. It was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs and medical books.

The air was permeated with the fragrance of medicine.

Tang Hao entered a relatively spacious room. There were fewer medicinal herbs here, along with several chairs, but a large medicine furnace stood in the middle, where the medicinal fragrance was strongest.

It looked like an Alchemy Room.

Once they were both seated, Ye Xilan knew Tang Hao had come to see her because of the injury from twelve years ago.

Wanting to finish quickly, she softly said to Tang Hao, "Your Excellency, please remove your clothes."

"Let me examine the current state of your injury."

"Alright." Tang Hao nodded. He was quite familiar with taking off his clothes for medical treatment.

Before long, he had removed the clothes from his upper body and set them aside, revealing the savage sword wound across his chest.

The wound had long since healed, but it had left a horrifying scar across Tang Hao's chest.

Like a centipede that had nearly split open his heart.

At the sight, Ye Xilan took a deep breath and extended her fair right hand, gently using Soul Power to touch the scar on Tang Hao's chest.

Her Soul Power turned into a gentle current that slowly seeped into Tang Hao's body.

The Nine Heart Begonia martial soul allowed her to ensure that her Soul Power was the gentlest and most harmless force possible.

Thus, when she had treated patients in the past, she would merely place two fingers on their wrist and use Soul Power to probe through their body.

Then she would use the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul's Soul Skills to heal them.

But the person before her was Clear Sky Douluo.

The injury within his chest left her with no room for carelessness, not to mention the power contained within it.

"Ah."

Ye Xilan let out a muffled groan. Her delicate, slender fingers seemed to have touched a scorching sun, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand.

The Soul Power left behind by Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu!

No, it was a kind of power formed after the residual scorching Soul Power from Qian Daoliu's Soul Skill had become entangled and fused with the power within Tang Hao's body.

It had remained inside Tang Hao's body all this time, ravaging the wound within him.

That was the most important reason why Tang Hao, despite being a Titled Douluo, had been unable to heal for twelve years.

Thinking of this, Ye Xilan revealed a bitter smile. "Your Excellency, I am still powerless when it comes to the injuries within your body."

"My Soul Power Level as a Soul Fighting Master is too low. I cannot treat them."

Nine Heart Begonia was the number one healing Martial Soul in the world, with even a legend that said, as long as it did not want you dead, you could not die.

However, that title only applied between those of the same level.

Once the gap in strength widened and the other party was a Titled Douluo, her amount of healing was of no use at all.

Not to mention that it was power left behind by a Peerless Douluo, a Level 99 Peerless Powerhouse.

When she had first heard that such a powerhouse existed in this world, she had felt a sense of despair.

Tang Hao fell silent before asking, "Is there truly no way at all?"

He knew that the injuries within his body were difficult to heal. Perhaps only an Immortal Herb could cure them.

But twelve years had already passed since the last time she had treated him. In twelve years, she should have thought of some solution, shouldn't she?

That was why Tang Hao greedily asked.

Ye Xilan shook her head and softly said, "Your Excellency, the power level of the injuries within your body is too high."

"The only possibility of healing I can think of now is for Your Excellency to rise another level in strength, then slowly grind away the Alien Power within your body with Water Grinding Kung Fu."

"Or..." Ye Xilan hesitated for a moment, but then gritted her silver teeth and said, "Find a Host Place for that trace of power."

"Then sever that Host Place along with it. That trace of Alien Power will leave your body."

By this point, Ye Xilan's voice had become very soft, afraid that this treatment method of hers would provoke the Clear Sky Douluo before her.

Because the only place capable of hosting that trace of high-level Alien Power was a Spirit Bone.

Otherwise, no other place could contain the Alien Power.

However, severing a Spirit Bone meant death for an ordinary soul master.

Even a Titled Douluo could use a Secret Art to keep themselves from dying.

But their strength would drop by an entire major level!

And they would never again be able to enter the realm of Titled Douluo!

Ye Xilan was somewhat nervous, but after saying it, her heart inexplicably calmed. She looked at Tang Hao, wanting to know which path this famed Clear Sky Douluo would choose.

In the room, the faint fragrance of medicine enveloped their figures.

Tang Hao was silent, while Ye Xilan remained calm. It seemed that both were waiting for their fates to unfold.

"Heh!"

Ye Xilan's body tensed slightly. Looking at Tang Hao, who had suddenly laughed, her fair fingers unconsciously tightened.

Tang Hao said with a smile, "I think there should be another way."