"Even using Soul Power to mend those cracks barely helped. The physicians at Spirit Hall said an injury like this could only be healed by an exceedingly rare divine medicine.
"And even Spirit Hall has no medicine of that caliber."
Huang Fei paused. She did not need to say more. If Spirit Hall did not have it, it was unlikely to exist anywhere on the Douluo Continent.
Huang Fei had already accepted that reality.
"My Soul Power has reached level seventy-nine!"
Her voice was thick with frustration.
"I'm only one level away from reaching level eighty and becoming a Soul Douluo, but now my Martial Soul Origin is damaged.
"Forget breaking through. I'll be lucky if I can keep my level from falling."
She closed her eyes and leaned against the headboard. Her hair spilled across the pillow, making her face look even paler.
Her left hand slipped from her chest onto the blanket. Her fingers curled slightly, as though grasping something invisible.
"My Martial Soul is damaged. My future is bleak."
Her voice was almost too soft to hear.
"I've cultivated for so many years. It wasn't easy to get this far, and now I have to stop here."
The room fell silent.
Lu Mingfei stood beside the bed, watching Huang Fei lean against the headboard with her eyes closed.
Looking at her pale face and faintly trembling eyelashes, he felt he had let her down.
He remembered the sight of her back as she stood in front of him in Dragon Valley.
He remembered the moment Taotie had wounded her while she was protecting him.
She had risked her life for him, and he had been able to do nothing.
No!
There was one thing he could do.
Something seemed to occur to Lu Mingfei. He took a