Mom, Don't You Want Me Anymore?

"Dead girl, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Ye Qingshui grabbed Ye Lingling's cheeks and tugged them apart, scolding her,

"Although the Supreme Douluo is not in our time and space, he is an unparalleled powerhouse. You can learn many things from him. Lingling, you must show him respect and not joke around so casually."

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Ye Lingling cried out in pain as she said,

"Mom, I was just saying it."

"You're actually defending him!!"

Ye Qingshui: "..."

She should have mixed in abortion medicine back then. How did she end up making prenatal medicine instead?!

Ye Lingling was shy around strangers and had only one friend, Dugu Yan. Yet she was especially close to her mother and told her everything. This was related to her experience of losing her father at a young age; her mother had become the only one by her side as she grew up.

Ye Lingling muttered,

"But with how much of a homebody you are, Mom, he probably wouldn't be interested in you anyway."

"Ye Lingling!"

Ye Qingshui's willow brows shot up.

The pressure of a Soul Saint burst forth.

Ye Lingling gave an awkward smile and hurriedly said,

"Mom, I was joking!"

"You little wretch! You'll even call me Mom just to save your life?"

Sky Screen timeline—

Lu Xuan watched the woman in white gauze treat the patients.

More accurately speaking,

he was watching the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul in her palm.

"Interesting. Group healing. As long as it's an external injury, no matter how severe, it can be saved. It's basically using soul power in exchange for health."

It really was absurdly overpowered.

Its only flaw was that it could not detoxify poison or remove negative effects. Nine-Hearted Begonia soul masters had one and only one ability: healing. They had taken that single path to its absolute limit.

Lu Xuan commented,

"I call this the ultimate healer martial soul."

Outside the Sky Screen, the viewers were all baffled.

"Healer? A healer?!"

"Does that mean a healing-type soul master?"

Ye Lingling secretly glanced at her childhood granary, subconsciously licked her lips, and seemed somewhat nostalgic.

Her little action earned her a vicious beating.

Seeing that there were fewer patients around, Lu Xuan stepped forward and used the Godslayer Sword to slash open his own arm.

"Please heal this."

Though the woman in white gauze was a refined young lady with a calm temperament, she was still utterly stunned by this outrageous move and looked up in shock.

Was he here to pick a fight?

But when she saw the thousand-year spiritual herb placed on the table, she fell silent.

She did not understand, but she chose to respect it.

She had to respect such a rare thousand-year medicinal herb!

As long as he paid!

Bibi Dong panicked.

"Teacher, you're bleeding!"

Lu Xuan had not bled even when fighting Qian Daoliu, yet he had cut himself the moment he saw this woman in white gauze. Bibi Dong suspected that Lu Xuan had been bewitched by some enchantress.

Outside the Sky Screen,

the audience erupted into heated discussion.

"Holy shit! What was that move from the Supreme Douluo?! He cut himself? He even summoned the Godslayer Sword and gave himself a ruthless slash!"

"Could he be testing the healing limits of the Nine-Hearted Begonia?"

"As expected of the Supreme Douluo. Ruthless and a man of few words. When he pulled out the Godslayer Sword and stabbed himself, who even had time to react?"

Ye Lingling was utterly shocked.

"Mom, the Supreme Douluo cut himself the moment he saw you! Does that make you the first woman to make the Supreme Douluo bleed?"

"Mom, you're amazing!"

"You're even more amazing than Spirit Hall's Grand Worshiper!"

Ye Qingshui snapped,

"Shut up!"

"If that little mouth of yours keeps yapping, I'll sew it shut!"

Under the woman in white gauze's treatment, Lu Xuan's injury healed quickly. However, the woman herself seemed to have been drained dry. Unable to support herself any longer, she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Lu Xuan supported her with his soul power.

Even through the veil,

he could still sense the shock in the white-gauzed woman's eyes.

Her clear, melodious voice, like an oriole's, rang out.

"Who are you, sir?"

"It was clearly only a minor external wound, yet it nearly exhausted all my soul power!"

One had to know that she was a Soul Ancestor at this time.

Was this man a monster?

Even Titled Douluo were not this ridiculous!

"I remember that before asking someone else's identity, introducing yourself first is basic social etiquette."

Lu Xuan had just carefully experienced it. The healing energy of the Nine-Hearted Begonia targeted the restoration of a living being's physical body, reaching directly to its origin. It would not fail to adapt simply because the target's level of life was too high; at most, the user's own soul power limited how much life essence could be converted.

In plain words:

It was fucking incredible!

A cow flying on an airplane—fucking incredible beyond the heavens!

Let me ask you this: were soul beasts living beings? Were immortal herbs living beings?

If it could affect Ultimate Douluo, then it could affect Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts!

Even the immortal herbs in Soul Land 2 had developed spiritual intelligence and were classified as soul beasts with 100,000 years of cultivation.

Just a moment ago,

Lu Xuan had already come up with a whole series of ideas.

It was called a sustainable development strategy!

Catch a dragon, and dragon blood, dragon scales, and all kinds of materials would become inexhaustible.

Only harvest part of an immortal herb without damaging its roots, and the supply would continue endlessly.

With the prescriptions in the Hundred Flowers Canon, it was completely feasible!

And there was also Bibi Dong, this rebellious disciple.

From now on, he could keep training her to death.

At that thought,

Lu Xuan's eyes lit up.

He looked at the woman in white gauze as though she were a priceless treasure.

This woman was destined to become my fine disciple!

"This humble woman is Ye Qingshui, descendant of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan and daughter of the current Nine-Hearted Medical Saint. May I know how to address you, Your Excellency?"

Ye Qingshui gave Lu Xuan a graceful bow.

Then she removed her veil.

A face of clear, otherworldly beauty was revealed.

Lu Xuan wanted to take her as his disciple, so he seized the chance to compliment her first and build some goodwill.

"Clear waters give rise to Pheobe, naturally unadorned."

"You truly live up to your name."

"My name is Lu Xuan, though the world more often calls me the Supreme Douluo."

Bibi Dong, standing beside him: "..."

Her expression was filled with resentment.

Teacher, you never told me I was pretty when we first met. You even said I had been bought out by you with two 100,000-Year Soul Bones, that all the debt I owed Spirit Hall had been transferred to you, and that I could either work myself like an ox or obediently become your disciple.

How was Bibi Dong inferior to Ye Qingshui?

Her face or her figure?

Her talent or her aptitude?

Tell me, and I'll change!

At those words, Ye Qingshui's eyes immediately lit up.

"The Supreme Douluo?!"

"The one who became a Titled Douluo at twenty, defeated a Super Douluo immediately after entering that rank, stood invincible among those of the same level, and even fought Spirit Hall's Grand Worshiper, Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, some time ago before retreating unscathed?"

"A living legend!"

Lu Xuan had initially been quite pleased.

He had not expected Ye Qingshui to be one of his little fans.

But as he listened further, his face darkened.

Lu Xuan said irritably,

"What do you mean, a living legend?"

"Am I supposed to be dead?"

He was twenty-six, not two hundred and sixty!

Outside the Sky Screen,

watching Ye Qingshui's excited appearance,

Ye Lingling suddenly had a bad feeling.

She had been grinning all along just moments ago.

Suddenly, she no longer felt like smiling.

A child who had loved joking around

suddenly no longer wanted to joke.

She turned her head blankly and asked in a daze,

"Mom, in the Supreme Douluo's time and space, would you still be able to give birth to me?"

Mom, would you still be my mom?

Ye Qingshui did not answer.

She vaguely heard her rebellious daughter say something.

But she had not heard it clearly.

At this moment, all her attention was on the Sky Screen.

The younger version of herself in the Sky Screen

was actually so lively...

Ye Lingling: ╥﹏╥

Mom, don't you want me anymore?