Qian Chen spread his four wings and soon flew into Angel Mountain Manor. "Pan Long, come to Angel Hall immediately. I have urgent business."
He used his Soul Power to carry his voice throughout Angel Mountain Manor, then flew straight into Angel Hall and sat in the main seat.
Only moments later, hurried footsteps approached. It was Pan Long. "Big brother, what's the matter?"
"Are there any healing Soul Masters in the manor right now? They must be absolutely loyal," Qian Chen asked.
Pan Long thought for a moment and said, "Yes, there are."
"Bring one here."
"Yes."
Before long, Pan Long brought an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman into Angel Hall. He introduced her. "Big brother, this sister is Wang Hui. Her Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and she follows the healing path. Her Soul Power is rank twenty-two. One Soul Skill heals injuries, and the other restores stamina. She was originally a commoner from the surrounding area. We only awakened her Martial Soul when she was fifteen, and afterward, she voluntarily joined our Angel Mountain Manor. She's conducted herself properly all these years. She's absolutely reliable."
Qian Chen nodded, walked up to Wang Hui, and asked, "Sister Wang, there's something I need your help with."
Wang Hui immediately said, "Manor Lord, please give your orders. Even if it costs me my life, I'll see it through."
"There's no danger. I only need you to save someone," Qian Chen explained.
Wang Hui said with some uncertainty, "Manor Lord, my Martial Soul's abilities are limited, but if you give the order, I'll do everything in my power to accomplish it."
"Good," Qian Chen said approvingly. Then he took out a jade bottle and a Soul-Preserving Pill and asked, "Sister Wang, do you have a Storage Soul Tool?"
Wang Hui shook her head, indicating that she did not. Qian Chen immediately took out a new Storage Soul Tool, put the jade bottle and Soul-Preserving Pill inside, and handed it to her. "Sister Wang, someone will teach you how to use the Storage Soul Tool in a moment. Remember this. I'll have someone take you to a patient. Once you're there, you only need to do four things. First, feed this pill to the patient as soon as you arrive. Second, do everything you can to save the patient. Third, open the jade bottle immediately after the patient dies. Fourth, bring the jade bottle back to me. Have you remembered all that?"
"Yes. Rest assured, Manor Lord. I'll handle this properly. There won't be any mistakes."
Inside the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, Huo Yun'er's face was already as white as a sheet of paper. She drifted in and out of consciousness, and Huo Yuhao stayed by her side, looking after her. On the stove outside the woodshed, dark, unidentified medicinal herbs were still simmering.
Just then, a middle-aged man's voice rang out. "Yuhao, you're brewing medicine again? Is your mother ill?"
Huo Yuhao turned toward the outside of the woodshed. It was Uncle Yang, a handyman at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Uncle Yang lived not far from the woodshed and often helped him.
Huo Yuhao wiped his somewhat reddened eyes, walked to the entrance, and opened the woodshed door. "Yes, Uncle Yang. My mother's ill, and it's very serious."
"Has she taken any medicine?" Uncle Yang asked.
Huo Yuhao shook his head. "Uncle Yang, we don't have much money. We simply can't afford medicinal ingredients. The medicine in the pot is just wild herbs I dug up outside. They aren't doing much good."
"Then find a healing Soul Master to take a look," Uncle Yang suggested.
"Uncle Yang, I want to. But Mother and I don't have any money at all. Yesterday, I went to beg the duchess. Not only did she refuse to help, but Dai Huabin even kicked me out. I really don't know what else to do," Huo Yuhao said in anguish.
"I know a healing Soul Master. She might be able to help you."
"Yes, yes, please! As long as she can save my mother's life, I'll definitely repay this Lord Soul Master someday," Huo Yuhao said excitedly.
"All right. Wait here."
Less than an hour later, Uncle Yang led Wang Hui to the woodshed where Huo Yun'er and Huo Yuhao lived. Seeing that Huo Yun'er was much younger than herself yet already in such a state, Wang Hui felt some pity for her.
She walked to Huo Yun'er's bedside and examined her, then took out the Soul-Preserving Pill and fed it into her mouth. As the Soul-Preserving Pill entered her mouth, a strange energy seemed to arise around Huo Yun'er, lifting Huo Yuhao's spirits. He thought his mother could be saved. Yet Huo Yun'er's face remained pale. The Soul-Preserving Pill only kept the soul from leaving the body; it had no healing effect whatsoever.
Wang Hui looked at Huo Yun'er and said, "It seems this medicine isn't working. I'll have to use my Soul Skills." With that, two Yellow Soul Rings lit up beneath her feet, and she shouted, "First Soul Skill, Life Blue Silver! Second Soul Skill, Recovery Blue Silver!"
The next moment, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass with green spots amid its blue and another with red spots amid its blue appeared in Wang Hui's hands.
Wang Hui plucked the tenderest leaf from each stalk of Blue Silver Grass and placed them in Huo Yun'er's mouth. The two leaves dissolved into pure healing energy as they entered her mouth, flowing into her body and bringing a slight improvement to her condition.
But against Huo Yun'er's collapsing body, that slight improvement was merely a cup of water thrown onto a burning cartload of firewood. Huo Yun'er still drifted in and out of consciousness; she simply remained awake a little longer.
Following Qian Chen's instructions, Wang Hui stayed there and did everything she could to treat Huo Yun'er. Three days later, Huo Yun'er's oil finally ran dry and her lamp went out. She reached the end of her life.
Huo Yun'er held Huo Yuhao's hand. She truly did not want to leave her son. But now, she could no longer stay with him as he grew up. She looked at Wang Hui, who had worked so hard to save her over the past few days, and thanked her.
Then she looked at her son, Huo Yuhao, and said, her breath as faint as a thread, "Yuhao, don't be afraid. You must... keep living well."
After she finished speaking, her breathing gradually stopped. Her hand fell limply, and her vitality faded.
Seeing this, Wang Hui immediately took out the jade bottle discreetly and twisted it open. A female soul invisible to mortal eyes floated out of the bottle.
Up in the Divine Realm, Tang San, who had been waiting for so long, finally saw Huo Yun'er pass away. Then a soul floated out, and he hurriedly activated his divine ability. A gigantic hand reached through the void toward the false Huo Yun'er's soul.
The false Huo Yun'er's soul tried to flee, but faced with the vast gulf in their strength, she had nowhere to escape. Tang San caught her in an instant.
Tang San confirmed that it was Huo Yun'er's soul with only a glance, then locked her away. A smug smile finally appeared on his face. In this contest over the Douluo Plane's son of destiny, he had already ensured that he stood undefeated. Next, he only needed to watch Huo Yuhao slowly develop. Compared with Huo Yun'er's soul, those things were no longer important.
Qian Chen stood at the highest point in Watch Valley. It was the best place in the entire valley to observe the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
He saw the phantom of a blue giant appear in the sky, make a grabbing motion through the air toward the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, then immediately vanish. Qian Chen knew that Huo Yun'er's soul had been preserved.
Four hours later, Wang Hui returned. She took the jade bottle out of the Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Qian Chen in person. After accepting it, Qian Chen immediately praised her. "Sister Wang, you did well this time."
Wang Hui immediately said, "I don't deserve your praise, Manor Lord. It was a simple task." With that, she removed the Storage Soul Tool, preparing to return it to Qian Chen. He hurriedly stopped her and said, "Sister Wang, you can keep this Storage Soul Tool."
Then Qian Chen turned to Pan Long and said, "Send another thousand Gold Soul Coins to Sister Wang's home as the reward for this mission."
Pan Long immediately answered, "Yes!" Then he left Angel Hall with Wang Hui.
Qian Chen rose to his feet, sneering inwardly. Tang San, oh, Tang San. You planned everything out, tormented Huo Yun'er to death, and seized her soul. Yet in the end, you seized a fake. I wonder what expression you'll wear when you learn the truth.