Immune Douluo, Nicknamed "Cockroach"?

An elder of the Body Sect raced along at breakneck speed, so fast that an illusory afterimage trailed behind him.

The sect disciples he encountered along the way only felt a violent aura rushing toward them.

Before they could make out who it was, an enraged roar infused with Soul Power left their eardrums throbbing in pain:

"Move—! Get out of the way!!!"

The disciples staggered aside. Watching that figure vanish in an instant, they exchanged bewildered looks.

"Did Elder Xu... take the wrong medicine?" someone muttered quietly, rubbing his ears.

Xu Zhaoting, a level ninety-two Power Attack System Titled Douluo, ninth among the elders, possessed the Martial Soul "Teeth" and had always been known for his steadiness and resolve.

Yet at this moment, he utterly disregarded the sect's rules and decorum, not even taking the time to report to the elder on duty.

Like a bolt of lightning gone out of control, he charged straight toward a secluded courtyard deep within the sect—the residence of the Seventh Elder, Yu Youbin.

Yu Youbin's Martial Soul was Immune Cell. He was the only Titled Douluo in the Body Sect renowned for his healing abilities.

However.

His healing abilities were more effective on himself than on others.

No matter how badly he was injured, he could recover completely, like an unkillable cockroach.

Thus, the sect disciples secretly nicknamed him the Cockroach Douluo.

"Elder Yu! Hurry! Save this child! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

Xu Zhaoting burst through the door like a cannonball, the urgency in his voice nearly explosive. Long Zhanye, cradled in his arms, was barely breathing, like a candle flame in the wind.

Elder Yu, who had been leisurely drinking tea, jolted at the sudden disturbance. His hand shook, and the valuable teacup fell to the floor with a sharp crack.

When he saw the bloodied, mangled face in Xu Zhaoting's arms, still faintly recognizable, he sucked in a cold breath.

"Th-this... isn't this child Long Zhanye? What happened?!"

He sprang to his feet and rushed forward, his Soul Power perception sweeping over Long Zhanye's entire body like flowing mercury.

The next moment.

His expression turned utterly grim. "His Martial Soul is shattered!!!"

"His heart has suffered severe damage, his internal organs are bleeding heavily, and his life force is draining rapidly... Wh-who did this?!"

"There's no time to explain!" Xu Zhaoting's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted. "Save his life first! Hurry! Use everything you have!"

Yu Youbin was shaken by his expression and understood that the situation had reached an extreme level of severity.

Suppressing the storm in his heart, he took a deep breath as the Soul Power around him suddenly boiled.

"Second Soul Skill—Recovery!"

"Third Soul Skill—Regeneration!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Solidification!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—Stability!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Immune Avatar!"

He practically screamed as he unleashed five Soul Skills in succession, finally activating his Martial Soul Avatar directly.

A soft white radiance spread from his entire body. Beneath his skin, countless tiny points of light seemed to flow and multiply at high speed...

He forcibly redirected the self-healing traits of his Martial Soul toward healing another person, an expenditure so immense it was hard to imagine.

After just these few Soul Skills, more than seventy percent of Yu Youbin's vast Titled Douluo-level Soul Power was drained in an instant!

Veins bulged at his temples, his face turned white as paper, and he gasped heavily as sweat poured down like rain.

While struggling to maintain the output of his Soul Skills, he explained in a trembling voice, "Old Xu... my Martial Soul was never a healing type..."

"So... forcibly reversing it for someone else greatly weakens the effect... I-I can't guarantee it..."

"Shut up!" Xu Zhaoting's eyes widened, his beard and hair bristling as the pressure of a Titled Douluo spilled out uncontrollably.

"Spare no cost! If this child dies here today, when the Sect Master holds us accountable, you and I... neither of us will be able to bear it!"

Those words were like ice water poured over his head. Yu Youbin shuddered, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart was replaced by fear.

He clenched his teeth, cast aside every distracting thought, and poured all his remaining Soul Power and spiritual power into the treatment without holding anything back.

On the microscopic level, a harrowing battle to seize life was unfolding.

Countless peculiar Immune Cells carrying the directives of "Regeneration" and "Solidification."

Like the most loyal and elite combat engineers, they were forcefully infused and guided by Yu Youbin's Soul Power into Long Zhanye's shattered body.

They clung to ruptured blood vessel walls, seeped into torn gaps between tissues, and enveloped every fragment of that broken heart...

Long Zhanye's wounds were also painstakingly knitting together on a level invisible to the naked eye.

The bleeding was gradually curbed. At the fatal rupture in his heart, extremely tiny granulation tissue began, nourished by Soul Power and stimulated at the cellular level, to attempt connection and repair.

Long Zhanye's life force, which had nearly vanished completely, finally stopped its rapid decline under Yu Youbin's desperate efforts.

It was as though he had finally grasped a piece of driftwood amid raging waves. Though still pitifully weak, it had at least... temporarily stabilized.

After thirty long hours without sleep or rest...

Elder Yu had exhausted himself in the all-consuming rescue effort. His vitality and blood were depleted, his face pale, and his Soul Power nearly dry...

His body swayed, and he had to brace himself against the table beside him just to remain standing.

He seemed to have aged ten years, his aura utterly listless.

He looked at Long Zhanye, who remained unconscious on the bed, though his chest had regained a faint rise and fall.

His voice was hoarse and dry, heavy with exhaustion and a hint of barely perceptible helplessness. "This child's life... this old man has... temporarily preserved it."

Xu Zhaoting had just breathed a sigh of relief when Yu Youbin abruptly changed his tone, making his heart leap into his throat once more.

"However," Yu Youbin slowly shook his head and said bitterly, "I cannot cure him completely. His Martial Soul is his heart itself. With his Martial Soul shattered, the foundation of his heart meridians has been severely damaged and is on the verge of collapse."

"Though I have forcibly stopped the heavy bleeding and temporarily fused the physical wounds of his heart using Soul Power and my cells' Regeneration ability, maintaining a thread of life..."

"It is like using glue to piece together a porcelain vessel shattered beyond repair. It may look whole, but inside, it is riddled with cracks and unbearably fragile."

"The source injury caused by his shattered Martial Soul is no longer something ordinary medical techniques or healing Soul Skills can mend..."

"What?!"

Xu Zhaoting looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He staggered back a step, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew Long Zhanye's injuries were severe, but he had never imagined they would be this dire.

This was no longer merely grave injury. His Martial Soul had been crippled, his foundation utterly destroyed, and only a single breath remained to sustain him!

"No! Impossible!" Xu Zhaoting's eyes turned scarlet as he nearly growled, "The sect treasury! Right, the sect treasury!"

"There are Elixirs and Immortal Herbs collected through generations in the treasury! Whatever the cost, bring them!"

"Bring them all! He must be saved! He must!!!"

His emotions surged, his aura spilling out uncontrollably and making the room hum.

At this moment, he had long cast aside sect rules and the weighing of resources. Only one thought remained in his heart.

No matter the cost, save this genius and recover the immeasurable loss and humiliation the sect might otherwise suffer!