Life Douluo's Treatment

"Yi'er's health was already poor to begin with. Just after awakening his Martial Soul—which seems to be the Rainbow Dragon, a type of dragon-kin—his vitality began to drain away frantically." Leng Yaozhu's voice carried a hint of a sob. "Old Wood, you must save him! No matter the cost, I am willing to pay it!"

Life Douluo did not speak; his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand, his expression exceptionally grave. "The Rainbow Dragon, queen of the dragon race? That isn't right. If he had awakened a Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul, how could his body have become even worse? It's as if there is a bottomless pit inside him, ravenously devouring Yi'er's vitality. If this continues, he will be drained of all life within an hour."

"Then what should we do?" Leng Yaozhu grabbed Life Douluo's arm, asking urgently, "Is there any way?"

"There is a way, but the risk is immense, and it requires the consumption of extremely precious resources." Life Douluo pondered aloud. "I can use my own origin vitality, combined with Millennium Life Fruit, to forcibly replenish his life force. However, this will leave me severely weakened, unable to heal others for a long time. Furthermore, Millennium Life Fruit is extremely rare; I only have five left."

"Use them! Use them all!" Leng Yaozhu said without a moment's hesitation. "As long as Yi'er can be saved, never mind five Millennium Life Fruit, I would give any amount!"

Seeing the undisguised heartache in Leng Yaozhu's eyes, Life Douluo sighed. "Very well. For the sake of you saving my life all those years ago, and because I am quite fond of this child, I will stake my old bones to save his life!"

He led Leng Yaozhu into the inner chamber and placed Cheng Duoyi on a jade bed.

Then, he sat cross-legged and formed seals with his hands.

A dense green light erupted from his body, and behind him, the phantom of a massive Ancient Life Tree slowly emerged.

Life Douluo felt a pain in his heart, and a drop of origin essence blood spilled from his mouth, dripping onto the center of Cheng Duoyi's brow.

Instantly, the entire room was filled with a rich aura of life.

Following this, he took out five crystal-clear fruits, each emitting a faint green glow; these were the Millennium Life Fruit.

A single Millennium Life Fruit could extend a Spirit Master's lifespan by at least ten years. While the effect diminishes with consecutive consumption, the value of five such fruits was unimaginable!

Life Douluo suspended the five Millennium Life Fruit above Cheng Duoyi's head, then channeled his soul power to extract the energy from the fruits bit by bit, injecting it into Cheng Duoyi's body.

However, to the shock of both Life Douluo and Leng Yaozhu, the life energy injected into Cheng Duoyi's body vanished without a trace, as if sinking into the sea, while Cheng Duoyi's vitality continued to drain away rapidly.

"How can this be?" Life Douluo's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "Even for a dying Titled Douluo, five Millennium Life Fruit plus a drop of my origin vitality would be enough to save them!"

Leng Yaozhu's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.

She gripped Cheng Duoyi's cold little hand tightly, unable to hold back her tears.

Just then, a faint light suddenly ignited at the location of Cheng Duoyi's heart—a tiny, flickering Nine-Colored Light.

The vitality that had been draining away rapidly, along with the origin vitality and the energy from the Millennium Life Fruit injected by Life Douluo, were all frantically devoured by that Nine-Colored Light.

After consuming a massive amount of energy, the Nine-Colored Light became even brighter. Then, a gentle and pure stream of life energy flowed slowly from the light, feeding back into Cheng Duoyi's body.

With the injection of this life energy, Cheng Duoyi, whose vitality was on the verge of vanishing, gradually regained a hint of color in his pale face, and his once-weak breathing became much steadier.

The frantic drain of vitality within his body finally ceased.

Leng Yaozhu and Life Douluo both held their breath, watching this miraculous scene in silence.

It was their first time witnessing such a situation, and they exchanged a glance, neither knowing what kind of Martial Soul this was.

After about an hour, the Nine-Colored Light gradually dimmed and faded back into the region of Cheng Duoyi's heart.

Cheng Duoyi slowly opened his eyes. Although he had been unconscious, he had perceived the outside world through a mysterious state. Seeing Leng Yaozhu crying in sorrow, he smiled weakly and wiped away her tears. "Godmother, I'm fine now. You are the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, a person above ten thousand; you shouldn't shed tears so easily."

"Yi'er!" Leng Yaozhu hugged him excitedly, tears falling once more. "You scared your godmother to death! What Vice Tower Master? Right now, I am just your godmother! When my own godson is in trouble, how could I not be worried?"

Cheng Duoyi smiled. "I'm fine, Godmother. Look, haven't I recovered already?"

Cheng Duoyi looked toward Life Douluo. "Grandpa Wood, thank you as well."

Life Douluo let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face was deathly pale; that last effort had exhausted nearly thirty percent of his origin vitality.

"Hmph! If you want to thank me, then live well and don't go before I do!"

"I have no desire to see the white-haired bury the black-haired!"

Cheng Duoyi said, "Grandpa Wood, I am the one with white hair, you are the one with black hair."

As he finished speaking, Cheng Duoyi noticed Life Douluo's hair rapidly turning white, his expression filled with sadness. "Grandpa Wood, your hair..."

Leng Yaozhu also looked at Life Douluo, wanting to say something, but Life Douluo waved his hand. He checked Cheng Duoyi's body once more, then frowned and said to Leng Yaozhu, "I know my own condition; you need not worry. Yi'er is temporarily safe, but I can feel that his vitality is still slowly draining. Although the speed is very slow, it is continuous."

"Why is this happening?" Leng Yaozhu asked urgently. She had thought it was over, never expecting it to be merely the beginning.

"I don't know." Life Douluo shook his head. "The only explanation is that his Martial Soul is very special; it seems to feed on vitality. I have never heard of any Martial Soul that devours its host's life force, and it certainly cannot be a Rainbow Dragon. The only possibility is a mutated Martial Soul or one unknown to us."

He paused, then continued, "The best approach now is to ensure Yi'er does not cultivate. The higher Yi'er's level, the more energy that Martial Soul will require, and the faster his vitality will drain. If Yi'er never cultivates, perhaps he can live for a few more decades."

Leng Yaozhu looked at the weak Cheng Duoyi in her arms, her eyes filled with heartache.

She gently stroked Cheng Duoyi's hair and said, word by word, "It doesn't matter. Whether Yi'er can cultivate or not, he is my godson. I will take care of him for the rest of my life, and I will definitely find a way to cure him."

Cheng Duoyi leaned into Leng Yaozhu's embrace and nodded obediently.

He closed his eyes, sensing his sea of consciousness and the area around his heart.

One was the Dragon God's Wife, the other was the Dragon God Heart.

These were his Twin Martial Souls!

Just moments ago, it was the Dragon God Heart that had devoured his vitality, effectively acknowledging Cheng Duoyi as its master, before consuming all the energy and feeding it back to him and the Dragon God's Wife.