Healing City--King of Healing

In this world where yin and yang are inverted, there is no Slaughter City filled with blood and carnage. In its place stands a strange land known as the Healing City.

This place is also a place of exile for the most heinous criminals on the continent, but its rules are the exact opposite of the Slaughter City. The core philosophy of the Healing City is to reform evil through benevolence. There is no Hell Slaughter Arena here, only a massive ring known as the Redemption Arena.

To walk out of the Healing City alive, the conditions are extremely harsh: one must achieve one hundred consecutive victories in the arena!

Furthermore, the most perverted rule is this: in battle, you must thoroughly defeat your opponent, but you must never take their life, nor even leave them with irreversible disabilities!

For those desperate criminals accustomed to licking blood from the edge of a blade and acting with ruthless cruelty, this is even more agonizing than death. Having to protect oneself amidst a frenzied siege while simultaneously forcing oneself to hold back at the critical moment requires terrifying soul power control and causes immense mental torture. Countless heinous criminals have turned into madmen spouting empty platitudes about morality here due to mental breakdowns.

And Qian Xunji is the living god who walked out of this Healing City!

Back then, he cleared the hundred-win requirement and obtained the unique Healing Domain. The effect of this domain is: once activated, it not only provides a continuous stream of vitality recovery to allies within range but also forcibly suppresses the hostility and fighting spirit of enemies. Under the shroud of the Healing Domain, enemies involuntarily feel an urge to lay down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot, losing all fighting spirit and becoming lambs for the slaughter.

Half a month later, Qian Xunji navigated the familiar path through a mist-shrouded forest enveloped in sacred white light, arriving at a magnificent underground city built entirely of pure white marble, radiating a soft glow.

As a living god who possesses the Healing Domain, the rules of the Healing City impose no restrictions on him. He ignored the white-robed enforcers with their fake smiles and walked straight into the sanctuary at the deepest part of the city.

In the center of the sanctuary, on a throne carved from pure white warm jade, sat a middle-aged man with golden hair and a handsome, majestic face. He kept his eyes closed, his entire body exuding a peaceful aura that made one want to prostrate in worship.

This is the absolute ruler of the Healing City—the King of Healing, and also Qian Xunji's biological father, the former Great Elder of the Angel Sect, Qian Daoliu!

"Father, it is time to go home."

Qian Xunji stopped at the foot of the throne's steps, his voice steady yet carrying an unquestionable penetrating power that echoed through the empty sanctuary.

The King of Healing on the throne slowly opened his eyes. A flash of extreme, momentary dullness and struggle flickered in those golden pupils, but it was quickly replaced by a hollow, emotionless benevolence.

"Living God, you have mistaken me for someone else." The King of Healing's voice was so gentle it was chilling. He smiled slightly, as if looking at a lost lamb.

"There is no father of yours here, only the King of the Healing City. In consideration of the fact that you once received redemption here, leave. Do not disturb the peace of this place."

Looking at that familiar yet strange face, Qian Xunji sneered inwardly.

In this world, there is no Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King secretly parasitizing the King of Slaughter. In its place is a hundred-thousand-year-old strange soul beast known as the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly!

This soul beast lacks powerful physical attacks, but it excels at creating an illusion known as Bliss. By continuously instilling false peace and benevolence, it thoroughly hypnotizes and assimilates the host's spirit, eventually turning them into a puppet that only executes commands of reform. Even though his father is a rank 99 peerless Douluo, having been caught off guard, he was likely parasitized in his spiritual sea by this thing.

One cannot reason with a puppet forcibly turned into a saint. To awaken Qian Daoliu, one must break this cycle of false benevolence.

"The essence of the Healing City is to reform the world with benevolence, unable to tolerate even a shred of bloodshed or sacrifice, right?" A crazed arc hooked the corner of Qian Xunji's mouth.

"Then what if... it is your own flesh and blood bleeding before your eyes?

Can your benevolence still maintain that false sense of calm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xunji suddenly raised his right hand. Instead of summoning his Angel Martial Soul, he directly condensed a sharp blade of light using his soul power, which had been restored to its peak.

"Puchi!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Xunji backhanded the blade, stabbing it fiercely into his own left shoulder!

Blood instantly sprayed out, staining his gray robe red and dripping down his arm onto the flawless white marble floor with a jarring ticking sound.

"You... what are you doing?" The compassion on the King of Healing's face froze instantly, and his brows twitched violently.

In this sanctuary where severe injury and slaughter are strictly forbidden, that glaring crimson was like the most potent poison, crazily stimulating the core formation of the Healing City.

More importantly, blood is thicker than water. Watching his own son self-mutilate before him, the protective instinct of a father deep in Qian Daoliu's subconscious finally erupted like a volcano!

"Want to reform me? Want to heal me? Then let's see if you, this hypocritical King, can heal a son who keeps bleeding to wake his father!"

Qian Xunji remained expressionless. He pulled out the light blade and backhanded it again, carving a deep, bone-reaching gash into his thigh. Blood gushed out even more violently.

"Stop! You are not allowed to hurt him!"

The King of Healing suddenly let out a shrill, miserable scream. He clutched his head tightly with both hands. In his previously hollow and benevolent eyes, one half flickered with holy white light, while the other erupted with the terrifying pressure and furious golden light belonging to a rank 99 peerless Douluo. Two completely different wills were tearing and fighting within his body.

"Get out of my body! You hypocritical beast!"

Accompanied by a roar that shook the heavens, a Six-Winged Angel phantom as brilliant as the scorching sun erupted behind Qian Daoliu. Terrifying light flames instantly swept through the entire sanctuary!

"Squeak—"

A sharp, ear-piercing, and terrified insect cry emanated from the top of Qian Daoliu's head. Immediately after, a giant butterfly with nine pairs of pure white transparent wings and a body the size of a millstone was forcibly driven out of Qian Daoliu's spiritual sea by the golden flames!

This was the parasitic 190,000-year-old soul beast—the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly!

The moment it left its host, it frantically flapped its wings, scattering large swaths of white scales capable of inducing deep sleep, attempting to escape the sanctuary through the mist.

"Want to run? Have you asked the sword in my hand?"

Qian Xunji sneered. His wounds had already stopped bleeding under the passive effect of the Healing Domain. He stomped his foot, his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and his ninth red soul ring shone brilliantly!

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel Judgment!"

Countless golden light swords locked down the entire sky of the hall like a torrential storm, trapping the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly firmly in the center.

At the same time, the now fully awakened Qian Daoliu moved. Having been suppressed and controlled by this beast for so many years, the anger in the heart of this Limit Douluo had climbed to the extreme.

"Beast, die!"