Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

Behind Tang San, Yu Tianming and Ye Lingling could clearly see that the small bathroom in the hotel was already drenched in crimson. Drop after drop of dark red blood dripped from the cuffs of Tang San's pants. In just a few seconds, a fresh puddle of blood pooled beneath him.

No matter how strong Tang San's vitality was, with such severe injuries, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hurry, heal me quickly." Seeing Ye Lingling frozen in shock, Tang San's pale lips parted as he rasped a hoarse reminder.

Ye Lingling finally snapped out of her daze. As her soul power surged, a pink-white hibiscus flower bloomed in her palm. A burst of life-filled green light shot out from its center and surged into the near-unconscious Tang San.

Bathed in the green radiance, the bleeding on Tang San's body stopped at once. His damaged muscles and organs began to regenerate, and his ghostly complexion gradually regained color.

At the same time, sensing the change in Tang San, Yu Tianming's eyes flashed with white light as he chuckled softly. "Little San, I didn't expect you to go so far on yourself. But your big brother left a little gift inside you—do let me know if you're satisfied with it."

Half an incense stick of time later, the glow of the Nine-Heart Hibiscus dimmed. Exhausted from using so much soul power, Ye Lingling let out a long sigh of relief. "Tang San, your injuries have mostly healed. Because the damage was too severe, there might be some minor differences compared to before. But don't worry, it's all normal."

"I didn't expect such serious injuries to be healed. The Nine-Heart Hibiscus truly deserves its title as the strongest healing martial soul. Thank you, Divine Healer Ye. I, Tang San, will surely repay this kindness one day." Hearing her words, a rare smile appeared on Tang San's grim face. He turned and walked to the bathroom to inspect his newly regrown... little brother.

"Lingling, to think you're only at the Soul Ancestor level, yet your healing is already this powerful. If you reach a higher realm, wouldn't you be able to bring the dead back to life and reattach flesh to bone?" Yu Tianming, who had been silently watching, sighed in relief. Though it was Tang San who was injured, even as a man himself, the scene had made him wince.

Ye Lingling smiled gently, supporting Yu Tianming with one hand as she beamed, "As long as there's still a breath left, I can save you. With my support, you'll be an immortal warrior..."

As the two chatted idly, Tang San walked out of the bathroom.

The joy from earlier had vanished from his face, replaced by a deep gloom. A fierce light flickered in his eyes, as if he might lash out at any moment. "Divine Healer Ye, are you sure I'm healed?"

"Yes, I've sensed all your wounds have closed, and your life force has stabilized. How could anything be wrong?" Ye Lingling looked confused. She couldn't understand—she'd clearly completed the treatment. How could there still be a problem?

Tang San's eyes narrowed. As a professional assassin, he could tell that Ye Lingling wasn't lying. 'Could something really have gone wrong...?'

After a moment of contemplation, he simply tore off his blood-soaked pants. His pale skin and raw flesh were laid bare before them.

Yu Tianming, with his sharp reflexes, covered Ye Lingling's eyes before Tang San's pants were even halfway down. But when he saw what lay beneath, he silently removed his hand.

At the base of Tang San's abdomen, a long, gaping scar lay across his Ren Meridian. Where something crucial should have been... there was only a small, bean-sized lump of flesh. At a glance, it bore no resemblance to any male anatomy.

"Ah! How... how could this happen? I clearly sensed the treatment was complete!" Ye Lingling gasped and covered her mouth, utterly baffled.

Xuan Tian Record, Principle Six: Remain unshaken before Mount Tai's collapse; remain calm though the Yellow River floods from above. A true hidden weapon master must keep a cool head at all times.

Seeing Ye Lingling's stunned expression, Tang San's anger cooled. 'Getting angry now is pointless. The most important thing is figuring out why the treatment failed.'

Taking a deep breath to suppress the fire in his chest, he asked again, "Because my meridians were shattered, I dug into my abdomen and removed the lower section of my Ren Meridian. Could that be the reason for this long scar and... this result?"

Ye Lingling shook her head gravely. "Impossible. I don't know what the Ren Meridian is, but my healing ensures complete recovery. A deep wound wouldn't leave a scar. But your case... it reminds me of something I read in an old family record."

"What did the record say?"

"My great-grandfather once treated a patient with symptoms identical to yours—neither male nor female. In folk terms, such a person is called a 'stone woman.' But after careful diagnosis, my ancestor confirmed the patient had originally been male and had lost his features due to stunted development..."

Faced with such a shocking situation, Tang San could no longer stay calm. He interrupted urgently, "Divine Healer Ye, how did your great-grandfather resolve it?"

Ye Lingling gave him a deep, meaningful look. "At the time, my ancestor couldn't solve it either. But once he reached the Soul Saint level, the Nine-Heart Hibiscus's healing grew significantly stronger. With its enhanced power, he was finally able to heal that patient..."

"That's all I needed to hear!" Tang San sighed in deep relief. A weight seemed to lift from his chest. Reaching to his waist, he pulled a clean pair of pants from his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and put them on.

Once dressed, he asked the most crucial question, "Though this injury isn't fatal and won't affect daily life, it's definitely not pleasant to look at. Could you introduce me to your elder?"

"Our Nine-Heart Hibiscus clan follows a single-line inheritance. Only two can live at the same time. Sadly, my grandfather—the last Hibiscus soul master—passed away a few years ago. I'm the only one left now."

"What?" Tang San stared at Ye Lingling in disbelief. After a long pause, he said slowly, "So... I have to wait until you become a Soul Saint to recover?"

Ye Lingling merely nodded.

For a moment, silence reigned in the small room.

Finally, Tang San spoke again, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you so late, and messing up your room. I'll book you a new one..."

"No need. Spirit City arranged a separate room for each contestant. If Lingling's room is messy, mine's still fine."

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While Tang San's treatment concluded, Yu Tianming and Qian Renxue had already entered the Water World within his body.

As darkness fell over the Douluo Continent, the fireball conjured by Yu Tianming's fifth soul skill dimmed above the Water World, its golden-red brilliance fading into a pale white, resembling a giant moon from the ground.

Qian Renxue had returned to her true form—long golden hair, snow-white skin, starry eyes, and a gentle smile. She wrapped her arms around Yu Tianming from behind and teased playfully, "Tianming, the moon is dark and the wind is high. You brought me here, alone... are you planning something you shouldn't?"

Since childhood, Qian Renxue had left Spirit Hall to hide her identity within the Heaven Dou Royal Family, undercover for over ten years.

As Prince Xue Qinghe, she was refined and courteous, like a younger version of Ning Fengzhi.

With her subordinates—Snake Spear and Porcupinefish Douluos—she was cold and stern, devoid of emotion.

Only with Yu Tianming did she act mischievous and playful, touching and teasing him constantly. It was as if decades of repressed feelings had finally found a release, all directed at Yu Tianming.

Perhaps due to a lack of love growing up and living in constant danger as a spy, she had fallen for Tang San after only a few meetings in the original timeline. During the divine trial of Seven Emotions, she had twice... done indescribable things with Tang San, even live-streaming it to the Shrek team.

But now, she'd spent over ten years as friends with Yu Tianming. Once she revealed her identity as the Spirit Hall heir and opened her heart, her feelings grew wildly like Blue Silver Grass—obsessive and overwhelming.

Yu Tianming smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to a flower ahead. "This herb is called Crimson Bloom of Longing. It's a divine-tier immortal herb. Rongrong advanced her Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda by consuming an immortal herb, but it wasn't even close to this one in potency."

Following his gaze, Qian Renxue saw a white flower standing among the Blue Silver Grass, shaped like a peony. Its petals were palm-sized, plain at first glance, but its center glowed with a breathtaking red.

"A divine-tier immortal herb? Tianming, are you giving this most precious herb... to me?" Qian Renxue's eyes reddened with emotion as she hugged him tightly.

Yu Tianming met her eyes and continued gently:

"There's a legend. Long ago, there was a boy who adored flowers, especially lotus and peony. He wrote poems, drank under the moon, and mourned fallen petals, always carefully collecting them to bury in the earth, tears in his eyes."

"Moved by his devotion, a Flower Fairy descended to marry him. Their love was blissful... until the gods found out. Furious, they deemed mortal-immortal unions forbidden and dragged her back. The boy was devastated, his garden withered from neglect."

"One day, a white-haired elder appeared and told him the white peony in his garden was his wife's reincarnation. Destroy it, and she would return to him in mortal form. But he must never neglect the other flowers again. The elder vanished like wind."

"The boy, remorseful, resumed caring for his garden. But he could not bring himself to harm the peony. He wept before it day and night, until he died of longing. His blood dyed the petals red. That red you see—it's the essence of his heart."

Moved to tears, Qian Renxue buried herself in his chest, whispering, "I wonder... will we one day be separated by divine and mortal realms like the story?"

Yu Tianming gently patted her back, feeling the softness beneath her thin clothes. "Don't worry. I've already become a god, and you're destined to inherit the Angel God's mantle. We're a perfect divine couple—how could we be separated?"

"Really?"

"Really..."

They embraced in silence. When the moment felt right, Yu Tianming said again, "This flower is no ordinary herb. It chooses its master. To pick it, your heart must be fully devoted to your beloved. You must spit a mouthful of blood onto its petals with pure intent. Any hesitation—even death—won't let you succeed."

"Once harvested, it never withers in its master's presence. Eating it greatly boosts soul power and transforms the body. Xue'er, you're the chosen Angel God. Only a divine-tier herb like this is worthy of you. I hope it helps you ascend to godhood."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue stepped forward, focused on the miraculous flower.

Activating her soul power and blood essence, she parted her cherry lips and spat a mouthful of blood onto the petals.

In that instant, her mind was filled with thoughts of Yu Tianming. In her short twenty years of life, she had been scorned by her mother Bibi Dong, and lived under a false identity in the Heaven Dou Empire. Only with Yu Tianming did she feel joy and peace.

The blood, tinged with golden light, stained the petals bright red. The flower detached from its stem and fell softly into her delicate hands.

Qian Renxue wiped the blood from her lips and smiled faintly, gazing at the radiant flower in her hand. "This immortal herb is proof of our love. If not for the need to advance my soul power, I'd rather keep it forever."

(End of Chapter)

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