Qian Ye smiled faintly. Soul masters could get sick too, and sickness needed treatment—especially difficult, complicated conditions that auxiliary soul masters could not cure.
Take Dugu Bo, for example. Because of the flaw in his martial soul, he had been poisoned from birth. In the end, the poison had seeped into his bones, and his illness had become terminal.
If he had not met Tang San and received help detoxifying, he would have spent the rest of his life dying in pain and sickness.
Likewise, his granddaughter had been poisoned at such a young age because of her martial soul, suffering endless torment.
With the medical skills Qian Ye had learned, combined with medicinal herbs, he could now treat them.
Five years later...
Heaven Dou Empire, Crown Prince's residence.
Inside the bedroom, a handsome young man lay on a large bed.
He had sword-like brows, starry eyes, a strong, powerful build, well-developed muscles, and stood around 1.83 meters tall.
He was none other than Qian Ye. Five years had passed, and he was now sixteen.
Qian Ye gazed at the ceiling, thinking that it had already been sixteen years since he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.
At sixteen, he already possessed a man's charm and vigor.
He had also spent five years infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire.
His portrayal of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had long reached the pinnacle of perfection.
"Crown Prince... Crown Prince..."
A woman's call came from outside the bedroom.
The moment Qian Ye heard it, he knew it was the maid Xiao Fang. "What is it?"
"Mm." Xiao Fang replied softly.
Qian Ye went over and opened the door, finding Xiao Fang waiting outside. She was dressed even more beautifully today. "What is it?"
"I... want to take leave and go home!"
"Go