Saving Huo Yun'er

The newly formed red Soul Ring radiated a soul-stirring glow, shining in harmony with the original one.

Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

How terrifying was that?!

Qian Daoliu's aura had also become deeper and more vast than before, as though he had already touched that legendary barrier.

"Big Brother, your Soul Ring..."

Azure Luan Douluo sighed in admiration, his eyes filled with shock.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Level 100...

He vaguely sensed that he was only a hair's breadth away from that legendary realm.

"Eighth Brother, this Spirit Pagoda... truly is a divine miracle!"

He looked at Shen Zhou, his tone more solemn than ever before.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was equally stunned. His Soul Rings had originally been two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, but they had now become three purple, five black, and one red.

Of his two Hundred-Year Soul Rings, one had risen to a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring, while the other had directly leaped to a black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

He could feel that his overall strength had increased by at least twenty percent!

Guangling Douluo was so excited that he danced with joy. His Soul Rings had also changed from two yellow, two purple, and five black to two purple, two deep purple—nearly ten-thousand-year level—and five black.

In reality, he now had four purple and five black rings; it was simply that the ages of those two purple Soul Rings far exceeded ordinary Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

"Two nine-thousand-year Soul Rings! One more time and they'll be ten-thousand-year rings!" Guangling Douluo said smugly. "With my Ice Light Divine Bow and this Soul Ring configuration, I'm invincible among those of the same rank!"

"Awesome! So awesome!"

"This Emperor wants to go in and try it too!"

Er Ha jumped around anxiously nearby, its dog eyes fixed firmly on the doorway.

Shen Zhou kicked it. "You're just a beast. What are you going in for?"

"Lao Da, that's not right!"

Er Ha spoke with righteous indignation. "This Emperor is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If I go in and kill a few Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, maybe I can break through to two hundred thousand years!"

"Besides, if This Emperor gets stronger, won't I be able to protect you better?"

Shen Zhou could not be bothered with it and turned to Qian Daoliu.

"Big Brother, how do you feel?"

Qian Daoliu fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"If all of us can raise our Soul Rings to the limit and attain a configuration of nine red rings, then even if a god descended in person, we may not be unable to fight!"

At those words, blazing battle intent ignited in the eyes of the Offering Elders.

They had never been people willing to remain beneath others, much less now that they possessed a heaven-defying divine artifact like the Spirit Pagoda.

At most, within a month, every one of their Soul Rings could be raised to the optimal configuration.

By then, if they could all break through one or two more levels, seven beings with the combat strength of Peak Douluos joining forces would make even the strongest power of this era think carefully about its own worth.

"However..."

Qian Daoliu changed the subject and looked at Shen Zhou.

"Eighth Brother, is the youth you mentioned named Huo Yuhao?"

Shen Zhou froze, not expecting Qian Daoliu to suddenly ask about him.

"That's right."

A sharp gleam flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes.

"I've seen that youth before. Although his aura was weak, I could sense that his Martial Soul was far from ordinary."

"And there is... a very special aura on him."

Shen Zhou's heart stirred.

As a Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu's perception far surpassed that of ordinary people.

It was not strange that he could sense Huo Yuhao's extraordinary nature.

"Big Brother, that youth is one chosen by fate. His future achievements will be immeasurable."

"If we can bring him into Spirit Hall..."

Shen Zhou did not continue, but the meaning was already obvious.

Qian Daoliu nodded. "Indeed. We cannot let a genius like that slip away."

"Besides, he is currently in trouble. This is the perfect time for us to act."

"Eighth Brother, you said just now that his mother is gravely ill?"

Shen Zhou nodded.

Qian Daoliu turned and walked toward the ruined temple's entrance.

"Lead the way."

Shen Zhou froze. "Big Brother, you mean..."

"Healing the sick and saving lives has always been Spirit Hall's duty."

Without looking back, Qian Daoliu said, "Besides, if we want someone to sincerely acknowledge Spirit Hall, isn't this the best opportunity?"

Shen Zhou immediately understood and hurriedly followed.

The Offering Elders exchanged glances and followed as well.

Er Ha excitedly rushed to the very front.

"Let's go, let's go! This Emperor is going to see that human pet... no, that youth!"

White Tiger Duke Mansion, firewood shed.

Huo Yuhao tightly gripped the medicine packet in his hand, his eyes brimming with tears.

Using the Gold Soul Coins Shen Zhou had given him, he had bought plenty of good medicine, but the physician had said...

His mother's illness had been delayed for too long. It was already beyond the help of medicine.

"Yuhao..."

A weak voice came from the bed.

Huo Yuhao hurriedly wiped away his tears and walked to the bedside.

"Mother, I'm here."

Huo Yun'er reached out and stroked her son's face.

"Yuhao, Mother may... not make it through tonight."

"No! You will!"

Huo Yuhao desperately shook his head. "Mother, I met a kind sir. He gave me a lot of money. I'll definitely be able to cure your illness!"

Huo Yun'er smiled faintly, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Yuhao, promise Mother that no matter what happens, you must live on."

"Even if... even if Mother is gone, you must still live well."

Huo Yuhao bit his lip hard, refusing to let himself cry aloud.

Just then, the firewood shed's door was suddenly pushed open.

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed inside, and Huo Yuhao instinctively stood in front of his mother's bed.

Yet when he saw who had arrived, he froze completely.

It was the very sir who had given him the Gold Soul Coins earlier.

Behind that sir stood seven or eight others, every one of them carrying an extraordinary bearing.

"Sir, you..."

Huo Yuhao did not know what to do.

Shen Zhou said nothing and stepped aside.

Qian Daoliu walked out from behind him, his gaze falling upon Huo Yun'er on the bed.

"Move aside."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable pressure.

Huo Yuhao instinctively stepped aside.

Qian Daoliu walked to the bed and placed his fingers on Huo Yun'er's wrist.

A moment later, he frowned slightly.

"Failure of the five organs, cold invading the body. She truly does not have long to live."

"She has been overworking herself for too long. If this continues, she will collapse from exhaustion within three days."

Huo Yuhao's face turned pale, and his legs gave out beneath him. He nearly fell to his knees.

However, Qian Daoliu's next words sounded like heavenly music to him.

"However... now that you've met me, dying won't be so easy."

As soon as he spoke, a dazzling golden light lit up in Qian Daoliu's palm.

A warm and sacred aura instantly filled the entire firewood shed.

The golden light flowed into Huo Yun'er's body, and color visibly returned to her pale face.

Even the temperature within the firewood shed rose by several degrees.

Huo Yuhao's eyes widened as he watched the scene before him, his mind completely blank.

What... what kind of method was this?

Even the strongest Soul Master in the Duke Mansion could not possibly achieve something like this, could they?

After roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand.

Huo Yun'er, lying on the bed, slowly sat up.

"Yuhao..."

Her voice was still somewhat weak, but she had clearly escaped danger.

"Mother!"

Huo Yuhao threw himself to the bedside and tightly embraced his mother. At last, his tears spilled uncontrollably from his eyes.

Qian Daoliu turned toward Shen Zhou and spoke calmly.

"She has been saved."

Shen Zhou nodded and looked at the mother and son embracing each other, feeling deeply moved.

This was Spirit Hall.

Protecting the continent and sheltering the common people.

Even a mere commoner, so long as they were in trouble, would receive Spirit Hall's aid.

This was the true Spirit Hall.

Not the organization slandered by God King Tang and forgotten by history.