Medicinal Liquid, Complete

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Ye Xilan smiled beautifully.

But Tang Hao merely kept a sullen face and grunted in acknowledgment.

A Titled Douluo.

And a healing-type Titled Douluo.

How long had it been since one had appeared on Douluo Continent?

At least several hundred years, probably.

Yet now, Innate Full Soul Power was unnecessary, and so were Immortal Herbs and heavenly treasures.

All it took was a copy of the Sunflower Manual.

Then a healing-type Titled Douluo could be brought home.

"What a ridiculous world." Tang Hao had no idea how many times he had sighed already.

Transmigrators truly had a tremendous impact on this world.

So great that even he, a Transmigrator himself, was having trouble adapting.

He feared that one day, he would run into something utterly baffling.

Still, fortunately, there could not be that many Transmigrators.

There was him, Fourth Prince Xue Beng of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Dugu Aotian whom he had killed, then an unknown Transmigrator from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

And the possibly transmigrated Hu Liena from Spirit Hall.

That made only five in total.

If he worked hard and cultivated overtime, he could still secure a place for himself on this Douluo Continent.

But—

"I never thought that even after transmigrating into another world, I'd still have to compete."

"And it's even this kind of toxic competition."

Speechless, Tang Hao set the book down.

Inside the quiet room, Tang Hao sat cross-legged and took out his Spirit Bone, beginning another round of relentless cultivation.

At the same time, he kept a sliver of his attention on Ye Xilan in the herb field outside.

Today was the final day of the month.

It was also the day Ye Xilan had requested, having confirmed the medicinal properties of the Immortal Herb Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.

He only needed to wait a few more hours before he could enjoy an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid with its complete medicinal effects.

Therefore, even while cultivating, he could not relax.

He could not let all his efforts go to waste.

Late at night.

The quiet Begonia City remained as tranquil as ever. Other than a few places where lights still shone and suggestive sounds drifted out—

Even Begonia Pavilion had extinguished its lights, leaving behind an atmosphere of silence.

Yet the wooden building on Lake Heart Island still had specks of light adorning it.

Inside the Alchemy Room.

The medicinal furnace, originally covered by its lid, now stood over a fire, bubbling as it heated a cauldron of Medicinal Liquid.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged in the Alchemy Room, cultivating in meditation as he waited for this batch of Medicinal Liquid to be completed.

"Your Excellency, the Medicinal Liquid is ready."

Beside him, Ye Xilan wore a tight blue dress. Under the flickering furnace fire, a light sheen of fragrant sweat had emerged on her skin, making her clothes somewhat translucent.

But she had no time to care about that. Seeing that the Medicinal Liquid was finished, she hurriedly reminded Tang Hao with delight.

"Mm."

Tang Hao opened his eyes and looked at the Medicinal Liquid bubbling with green foam. His cheek twitched involuntarily.

The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid he had provided had clearly been pale white, so why had the refined Medicinal Liquid turned green?

It even looked somewhat unsettling.

"Your Excellency, please change quickly," Ye Xilan urged from the side, a trace of excitement in her eyes.

Tang Hao glanced at her and realized her gaze closely resembled that of the excited doctor from when he had gone to the hospital, the one who had run off to call all her students over.

The dark lines on his forehead deepened.

Standing before the medicinal furnace, Tang Hao drew a deep breath, removed his clothes, circulated his Soul Power, and stepped into the furnace!

Before a doctor, the distinction between men and women was nothing at all!

With a splash, Tang Hao entered the medicinal furnace. As he began to circulate his meditation technique, a surge of heat abruptly rose from his dantian and lower abdomen.

Like a fire dragon, it spread in streams and roamed throughout his entire body.

The injuries inside him were instantly affected as well.

With a bang, the Alien Power within his body recoiled. Tang Hao let out a muffled groan.

However, as soft petals descended, his pain gradually eased.

Ye Xilan released her Martial Soul and watched Tang Hao's chest with shining eyes. From time to time, she urged the petals of her Martial Soul onward, letting them fall upon Tang Hao's body.

In Ye Xilan's view, Immortal Herbs were actually a kind of innate treasure medicine mentioned in the Sunflower Manual.

They could stir the innate qi already present in the human body, allowing the body to return to nature and achieve perfect harmony.

For Soul Masters, that meant Martial Soul Evolution and increased potential.

However, the innate qi of elderly people had already suffered too much wear and loss.

Therefore, even though Immortal Herbs were innate treasure medicines, they could not make an elderly Soul Master's Martial Soul evolve again or raise their potential.

At most, they could increase Soul Power a little and treat hidden ailments within the body.

But since she cultivated the Sunflower Manual, she was meant to draw upon the yang energy of heaven and earth and circulate Sunflower Blood to strengthen the innate qi within her body.

Ultimately, she would reach the fourth level of the Sunflower Manual, the realm of Heavenly Transformation.

Thus, what others could not accomplish, she could.

Throughout the process, she protected it with her Martial Soul and, according to the medicinal principles of cold yin and hot yang, ruler and assistant, ensured that the Immortal Herb's innate essence was not lost as it fused into this cauldron of Medicinal Liquid.

In the end, even elderly people could obtain the same effects that young Soul Masters received after consuming Immortal Herbs!

Seeing the masterpiece produced by her years of medical research, Ye Xilan's eyes curved into crescents as she beamed with joy.

Inside the medicinal furnace, Tang Hao, who had been made into a "volunteer," could not help but shiver inwardly.

But the warm energy emanating from the Medicinal Liquid soon made him feel extremely comfortable, and he sat contentedly in the furnace, meditating.

The Alien Power in the injury on his chest was melting away, while the many hidden ailments, large and small, within his body were being healed.

The sensation of his body gradually approaching perfection was truly wonderful.

It even felt somewhat addictive.

He felt light and floaty, utterly at ease.

Coming to find Ye Xilan this time had been the right choice.

That thought surfaced in Tang Hao's mind with a smile, and then he immersed himself in the blissful sensation of his body gradually being healed.

He had a feeling that after absorbing the medicinal effects of this cauldron of Medicinal Liquid, not only would his body be fully healed.

His Soul Power would rise by another rank as well!

Perhaps even the Clear Sky Hammer, already a super Martial Soul, would undergo a slight change!

Boom!

Outside, dark clouds churned. With a thunderous crash, lightning split the sky, and rain came pouring down.

It was as though the heavens were celebrating Tang Hao, sensing the birth of yet another Super Douluo on the continent.

Late at night, rain fell without end.

Within the quiet Begonia Pavilion, many people in black robes suddenly appeared without a sound.

Each had an emblem bearing six designs embroidered on their chests. Stern and silent, they efficiently surrounded the outer perimeter of Begonia Pavilion amid the heavy rain.

At their center, three figures slowly walked up to Begonia Pavilion.

"Begonia Pavilion... Heh. It seems our Clear Sky Douluo is still unwilling to accept the injuries inside his body."

"He came once twelve years ago, and now he has come again this year."

"He truly does not know how to appreciate the Great Enshrined's mercy."

"Wouldn't you agree, Vice Pavilion Master?"

A feminine-looking man chuckled as he spoke to the burly old man beside him.

The Vice Pavilion Master looked terrified, keeping his head lowered and not daring to speak.

The other party was a Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, so he could make a few sarcastic remarks about his Great Enshrined.

But if he dared to agree.

He would be courting death.