Third Generation Soul, Level 91 Medical Saint Douluo Ye Shuyuan

Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City.

Despite it being a workday, a large crowd had gathered in front of a medical clinic.

The overall style of the clinic leaned toward the ancient, with the four characters "Ye Family Clinic" carved into the door plaque.

This clinic looked no different from any other shop, appearing quite ordinary and humble, yet it actually concealed profound mysteries.

A young man approached the small boy sitting outside the clinic and spoke: "Kid, get me a piece of fifty-year-old Whale Rubber."

The boy opened several wooden boxes in front of him containing Whale Rubber one after another, picking up each piece to examine its age with a mysterious, inscrutable expression.

His name was Ye Qingzhou. Six years ago, he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent and become the grandson of Ye Shuyuan, the continent's only healing-type Titled Douluo, known as the Medical Saint Douluo. This clinic was the property of their Ye family.

As for his parents, his mother had died the moment he was born.

Yes, that's right, she died.

It all boiled down to the fact that the Nine Heart Begonia is passed down through a single line; once a holder of the Nine Heart Begonia gives birth to a child, they perish.

As for his father, he had disappeared without a trace after his mother's death, with only messages arriving via letters every year.

One could only say that his father was still alive and well.

Beyond that, every so often, he could feel a gaze observing him from behind, but every time he turned around, there was nothing there.

He currently lived with his grandfather, Ye Shuyuan, and his cousin, Ye Lingling.

Ye Qingzhou put away the pieces of higher-aged Whale Rubber, leaving only a hundred-year-old piece, and said to the young man: "We're out of fifty-year-old, but I have a hundred-year-old one here. Do you want it?"

The young man hesitated upon hearing this, but still asked: "What's the price?"

Ye Qingzhou held up one finger, and the young man said: "Ten Gold Soul Coins?"

The previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly. The surrounding customers and Ye Qingzhou looked at the young man with the gaze one might reserve for a fool.

This was simply whimsical, a complete fantasy.

"Although our Ye Family Clinic's prices are cheaper than those outside, we aren't giving it away for free," Ye Qingzhou said, looking somewhat speechless. "How could something that strengthens the yang and tonifies the kidneys be sold so cheaply? One hundred Gold Soul Coins."

The young man hesitated visibly. One hundred Gold Soul Coins was nothing to nobles like them, but for ordinary people, it was a lifetime's worth of savings.

"Little friend, could you lower it by ten Gold Soul Coins..."

Hearing the young man haggle, Ye Qingzhou immediately put the piece of Whale Rubber back into the wooden box and spoke:

"That won't do. We have to make a living too; this would be a complete loss."

"If you don't want it, plenty of others do. If you don't have the money, don't come asking for the price. You're acting like this is your first time buying Whale Rubber."

One look told him that this young man was the type who often acted like a big shot when he couldn't afford it.

He hated nothing more than people like this—those who looked wealthy but, after asking the price, refused to buy and insisted on haggling.

In any case, their Ye Family Clinic never lacked customers; if he offended him, so be it.

The onlookers began to whisper and sigh, and the young man's face turned extremely ugly as he clenched his fists.

He suddenly felt humiliated by this little child in front of the entire crowd.

The young man gritted his teeth, glared at Ye Qingzhou, and said: "Brat, you're courting death."

It was his first time in Tiandou City with his friends, and he was being mocked by a child—who could endure this?

As he spoke, he swung his fist, wanting to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

But, just as his fist was about to land on Ye Qingzhou's tender little face, a surge of majestic soul power, indescribable in words, blossomed.

The descending fist seemed to be frozen by some force, hovering in mid-air.

The young man's expression changed, while Ye Qingzhou looked at him with a mocking gaze, his words full of provocation.

"Come on, strike! Why aren't you striking? Don't you want to?"

The young man was burning with rage, but no matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't move his fist forward even half an inch, and his soul power felt as if it had been sealed.

A hoarse, aged voice drifted from the crowd into the ears of Ye Qingzhou and the young man.

"Talk is talk, and play is play, but don't joke around with violence."

"I've only been gone for a few days, how is there no order here?"

Hearing this voice, Ye Qingzhou was overjoyed.

His grandfather had returned!

The crowd that had been blocking the clinic entrance quickly parted to make way.

An old man with a head full of white hair, a weathered face, and dressed in the simplest of plain robes walked out from the crowd.

This was his grandfather, the ninety-first-level healing-type Titled Douluo, titled "Medical Saint," named Ye Shuyuan.

"Grandfather!" Seeing Ye Shuyuan's arrival, Ye Qingzhou trotted over to him.

Looking at his obedient grandson, Ye Shuyuan chuckled and patted Ye Qingzhou's little head:

"Good grandson, tell me, what did that person want to do? Was he here to wreck the place or..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou recounted the entire incident to Ye Shuyuan from beginning to end.

Ye Qingzhou did not add any embellishments while recounting the story.

"I see..." Ye Shuyuan nodded, his gaze turning icy as he looked toward the young man. "This clinic does not welcome guests like you. Leave at once!"

Since the young man was the one at fault for the entire incident, there was naturally no need for Ye Shuyuan to treat him with kindness.

If he hadn't returned in time, his precious grandson would have been disfigured.

Suddenly, soul power exclusive to the Title Douluo level erupted from Ye Shuyuan's body.

The young man felt as if an immovable mountain was pressing down upon his head.

His legs trembled, and he knelt down bit by bit.

No one present dared to intervene, not even the friends who knew the young man.

Are you kidding?

As the only healing-type Title Douluo on the entire Douluo Continent, he was a powerhouse whom both great empires, the Martial Soul Hall, and all the major sects sought to recruit; he was not someone ordinary people like them could afford to offend.

The young man hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing in apology. "I was wrong, I was wrong! I failed to recognize a superior; please, sir, do not hold a grudge against a small person like me."

"Get lost!" The two simple words spoken from Ye Shuyuan's mouth struck the young man's mind like a thunderclap.

The young man scrambled away, crawling as he fled the scene.

After the young man left, the crowd surrounding the clinic did not disperse; instead, it grew even larger.

An hour later, the number of guests at the Ye Family Clinic gradually dwindled.

After sending off the last customer, the Ye Family Clinic entered its closing time.

Ye Shuyuan and his grandson, Ye Qingzhou, busied themselves with cleaning up the day's mess.

Shortly after, a slender young girl dressed in black, her face covered by a veil, walked up to the front of the clinic.

"Grandfather, Little Brother Qingzhou, do you need my help?"