Anxiety filled Yue Ting's heart, and he hurriedly urged, "Island Lord, please speak freely. I am all ears."
Seeing his urgency, Qing Chen stopped drawing things out and spoke frankly:
"Injuries to the divine soul are among the most troublesome ailments in the cultivation world. As an alchemist, you should understand just how rare Spirit Pills that heal the divine soul are.
"That Mid-Grade Second Tier healing elixir is a life-saving straw to cling to. Its value rivals one or two precious mid-grade spirit artifacts, and often, even with money, one cannot find any for sale."
At this point, Qing Chen sighed and continued, "The Condensed Jade Sect's Wartime Exchange Board does list such Spirit Pills, but they cost three to five thousand contribution points. Even I would struggle to gather that many immediately.
"Your master's injuries, however, cannot wait another moment. If this drags on, I fear..."
At these words, Yue Ting's expression instantly dimmed, and his mind went blank. Yet Qing Chen shifted his tone, offering him another sliver of hope:
"Although a Mid-Grade Second Tier Divine Soul Elixir would be difficult to obtain on short notice, the path of divine soul mystic arts might still open a door for you."
A gleam immediately flashed in Yue Ting's eyes, as though he were a drowning man clutching a life-saving straw:
"Island Lord, could it be that you have cultivated a Mid-Grade Second Tier divine soul mystic art capable of healing divine soul injuries?"
Qing Chen shook his head and admitted, "I have not cultivated such an art, but I know someone who is indeed well versed in this field."
Yue Ting's heart stirred, and he hurriedly asked, "Who exactly is this person? I will go visit him at once!"
A troubled look crossed Qing Chen's face. After a