Nine-Heart Begonia

At the same time, a yellow century-old soul ring rose beneath Ye Lingling's feet.

The next moment, the soul ring gleamed, and a white beam of light flew out from the Nine-Heart Begonia. That white light was quite peculiar—it actually took the form of flower petals. It gently floated down and landed on Huo Yuhao, softly merging into his body.

Sensing the changes inside him, Huo Yuhao was extremely shocked. No one understood how severe his injuries were better than himself. If he had relied on his own recovery, even two months might not have been enough.

In fact, the reason he had taken such a big risk was because he had considered Ye Lingling's healing capabilities. Even knowing how extraordinary the Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul was, Huo Yuhao was still deeply shaken after personally experiencing it.

Just from that one healing, nearly half of his injuries had already recovered. The Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul truly lived up to its Undying Sect name. You could say that as long as a soul master with this martial soul was around, even dying would be difficult.

No wonder this martial soul had such strict inheritance rules—each generation could only have one inheritor. At most, there could be two living Nine-Heart Begonia soul masters at a time. Only after one dies can another emerge. It's the rarest martial soul by numbers.

Ye Lingling still hadn't stopped, continuing to release her soul skill to heal Huo Yuhao.

"Alright, that's enough, Lingling. I'm fine now." Looking at the pale-faced girl due to excessive soul power expenditure, Huo Yuhao gently interrupted her.

"Big brother… Wuwuwu…" As Ye Lingling withdrew her martial soul, she threw herself into Huo Yuhao's arms and started crying, ignoring that Song Ming was standing right there.

Uh...

Huo Yuhao felt a little awkward. What's with this girl? Their relationship wasn't that close… was it?

He lightly patted her shoulder. "There, there, Lingling. Don't worry, I'm really fine." Though his movements were a bit stiff.

The little girl kept sobbing, still hugging him tightly, refusing to let go.

Faced with this situation, Huo Yuhao felt helpless—and a little amused. He was the one injured, yet here he was, comforting someone else?

"Alright, Lingling, if you keep crying, you'll look like a little tabby cat." He gently pushed her away, wiped the tear-streaked face with his hand.

At this moment, Song Ming, who had been quietly enduring the scene, finally spoke up:

"Young master, what exactly happened? Was it an ambush?"

Even as he said it, Song Ming found it hard to believe. After all, this was their Main Sect Base, and the Sect Master was still inside.

"No, I just made a small mistake during cultivation." Huo Yuhao replied nonchalantly.

Still, it had rung a warning bell in his mind—the human body is a complex and delicate structure; extreme caution is necessary.

But that "small mistake" made Song Ming's mouth twitch. That had looked like a full-on life-threatening accident, not just a minor blunder!

At that moment, Song Ming felt a sense of deep respect. If other people were considered hardworking, then Huo Yuhao was straight-up gambling with his life—and not in a good way.

No wonder he had been able to outshine his peers.

The White Tiger Duke? What a joke. He actually pushed such a monstrous talent onto the enemy side.

Song Ming was now looking forward to the day Huo Yuhao would meet the White Tiger Duke again. As his bodyguard, he'd thoroughly researched his young master's background.

Clearing his thoughts, Song Ming spoke earnestly to Huo Yuhao:

"Young master, I'm relieved you're alright, but please, don't take such risks again. If something really happened to you, how could I ever explain it to the Sect Master?"

He was visibly shaken. Considering how much Bu Du Bu Si valued Huo Yuhao, if anything really went wrong, not even a Soul Douluo like him could escape punishment.

"I was a bit reckless this time, I admit. Just… don't tell Master, alright? I don't want him to worry."

Song Ming nodded in agreement.

"Alright, it's getting late. You both should go rest." Huo Yuhao began ushering them out.

"Please rest well, young master. I'll take my leave." With that, Song Ming vanished from the room in a flash.

"Lingling, you should go too."

"Th-then… big brother, rest well. I'm going now." Ye Lingling, now too shy to look directly at Huo Yuhao, hesitantly released him and fled like a startled bunny.

What just happened?

Huo Yuhao was dumbfounded. She was crying a second ago, and now she's acting all shy?

He glanced around the disaster zone that used to be his room—walls and floor scorched black, thin trails of smoke curling up. His bedding was completely charred, reduced to fragments.

Great… this'll take a while to fix.

Wait… with the bed and covers like that, then…

Huo Yuhao looked down.

His expression instantly became… complex.

As expected, his clothes were also partially carbonized. His upper body was completely exposed. Fortunately, he was still in a cross-legged position, and some shredded clothing fragments were covering his lower half, preventing full exposure.

The Next Day

Huo Yuhao stepped out of the room like nothing had happened.

The Nine-Heart Begonia was truly god-tier. Right now, he looked like he hadn't even stubbed a toe.

In front of his residence, Lin Kong, Xiang Wuqing, and Xiang Yuqing were quietly waiting. The rest of the group was still out practicing their water-stepping exercise at the lake.

Huo Yuhao glanced at the trio.

"You've finished?"

"Yes, young master, we've completed the task," answered Xiang Yuqing.

She was a slightly plump big sister, around eighteen, with mid-length black hair, a round, friendly face, and bright, expressive eyes.

At that moment, her twinkling gaze locked onto Huo Yuhao. Though she said nothing, he could clearly see the pride in her eyes—as if saying, "That training of yours? Meh."

Huo Yuhao gave a slight smile. Seems she still remembers getting her butt kicked last time.

He stepped forward, gently patted Xiang Yuqing on the shoulder, then moved on to Xiang Wuqing, doing the same. Of course, Lin Kong wasn't left out either.

"Alright, back to training you go." With that, Huo Yuhao turned and walked away leisurely, clearly not in the mood to explain anything to the clueless trio.

"Brother, he sealed most of my soul power. I can only use power up to the thirtieth level. What's the meaning of this?" Xiang Yuqing pouted to her brother.

"Enough, sister. If the young master did it, he must have his reasons. Don't be so pouty." Xiang Wuqing sighed. His soul power had also been restricted to the level of a junior Soul Elder.

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