Supreme Sword Sovereign

Upon the soft couch.

Ah-Sha was sleeping soundly, yet her constantly trembling eyelashes indicated that something was amiss with her current state.

"Young brother."

Seeing Gu Han return, Murong Chuan sighed.

"This little girl seems a bit off, her Soul Force appears to be..."

"It's Soul Deficiency Syndrome."

Gu Han helped Ah-Sha sit up, took out the last medicinal pill, and carefully placed it into her mouth, not relaxing until the pained expression on her face eased.

"She needs to replenish her Soul Force constantly."

"Hm?"

Upon seeing the golden pill, Murong Chuan's pupils shrank, showing a rare loss of composure.

"This pill..."

"It was personally refined by the Ghost Doctor."

Gu Han did not hide it from him.

"It was a gift from Elder Xue on that day."

"Xue Mao?"

Murong Chuan was startled.

"You know him?"

"Is that Elder Xue's name? Indeed, I've had a few encounters with him."

"This pill..."

Murong Chuan's expression turned odd.

"I think I know where it came from."

"Elder knows?"

"Back then," Murong Chuan reminisced, "our ancestor ventured out and accidentally fell into a perilous place. He barely escaped with his life and also brought back a rare spiritual herb from there. The greatest effect of that herb... was to nourish the souls of cultivators. The ancestor treasured it as a prized possession, secretly kept in our family vault, never allowing anyone a glimpse. However..."

"The Ghost Doctor?"

Gu Han's heart stirred.

"He got his hands on this spiritual herb?"

"Indeed."

Murong Chuan gave a wry smile.

"The pill in young brother's hand must have been refined by the Ghost Doctor using that herb."

"But..."

Gu Han was puzzled.

"Wasn't it said that the Murong elder treasured it? Why would he give it to the Ghost Doctor?"

"Of course, he was reluctant."

Murong Chuan said helplessly, "But the Ghost Doctor coerced him with a token. Despite how much the ancestor cherished it, he did not want to break his promise and had to give the herb to him."

"What!"

Gu Han was shocked.

"A token?"

"Yes, the Ghost Doctor holds the eighth token! Ever since that incident, the ancestor took a loss and never issued another token. The one in your hands... was purely accidental."

Gu Han fell silent.

The ways of the world were indeed unpredictable.

"According to the ancestor," Murong Chuan glanced at him, "that spiritual herb is extremely rare, and the pills refined from it have extraordinary effects! Seeing the miraculous nature of this pill, even someone in the Divine Realm could break through several minor realms with just one, saving countless years of hard cultivation. The value of this pill can no longer be simply measured by Yuan Crystals! I didn't expect him to be willing to give such a precious pill to you; it seems your relationship with Xue Mao is quite special!"

Only at this moment did Gu Han truly understand how significant Doctor Xue's gesture was!

"Elder."

Burying this deep gratitude in his heart, he then asked, "Does the Murong family... still have such a spiritual herb?"

"None left."

Murong Chuan shook his head.

"Spiritual herbs that can nourish the soul are extremely rare and hard to find. Without a stroke of luck, how could one easily come across it?"

Gu Han was still not ready to give up.

"Does elder perhaps know of a method to temporarily seal a person's soul, preventing the loss of Soul Force?"

"A seal?"

Murong Chuan was taken aback.

"The soul can be sealed? This is truly unheard of. Not to mention me, even our ancestor may not know."

Despite having a premonition of the outcome, Gu Han was still disappointed.

He had roughly deduced that the Ghost Doctor's pill, although it could stabilize Ah-Sha's soul, would only last for at most three months.

Now, the last pill was gone.

After three months...

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Her life... would be in danger!

"Is there really..."

He glanced at the sleeping Ah-Sha, his heart aching.

"No other way?"

"Perhaps..."

Murong Chuan seemed to recall something, hesitated for a moment, "There's another method that might be worth trying."

"What method!"

Gu Han clung to this lifeline.

"A few days ago," Murong Chuan slowly said, "the Demonic Beasts in the Barbaric Wilderness Forest went berserk, and during their rampage, the master of the Treasure Pavilion found a Falling Ghost Fruit in the nest of a Seventh-Order Demonic Beast!"@@novelbin@@

"Falling Ghost Fruit?"

Gu Han naturally understood.

Murong Chuan wouldn't mention this for no reason.

"Could it be..."

"Indeed!"

Murong Chuan nodded.

"This Falling Ghost Fruit can benefit the soul. Although it's far less potent than the herb the ancestor brought back, it's still a rare and precious spiritual herb, hard to come by. If used on this little girl, it could certainly have some effect. Heh, that guy really hit the jackpot!"

"Elder."

Gu Han caught the deeper meaning in his words.

"You and him..."

"Him?"

Murong Chuan scoffed.

"I don't have much of a grudge against him, just mutual disdain. Hehe, that Pavilion Master is not a respectable person!"

"Even so."

Gu Han was silent for a moment.

"I still have to make a trip."

"Do you need me to intervene?"

"There's no need to trouble the elder."

Gu Han shook his head.

"I will find a way to handle this matter myself."

He knew all too well that Murong Chuan and that Pavilion Master had their differences. Asking him to intervene would not only put him in a difficult position but could also lead to unforeseen complications.

"You alone?"

Murong Chuan raised an eyebrow.

"The value of that Falling Ghost Fruit... is extraordinary!"

"I understand."

Seeing that Gu Han seemed prepared, Murong Chuan said no more. He gave one last piece of advice, "Just be prepared. The price you'll have to pay to get that Falling Ghost Fruit from his hands... may far exceed your expectations!"

Gu Han looked at Ah-Sha, his expression soft.

"I am willing to pay any price!"

With that, he bowed to Murong Chuan and, without any delay, hurriedly left.

If he was too late and the spiritual fruit fell into someone else's hands, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Go check!"

After Gu Han left, Murong Chuan's eyes flashed as he suddenly gave an order.

"What exactly happened at the Martial Academy today!"

"Yes!"

Someone in the shadows responded.

Gu Han's disheveled appearance had not escaped Murong Chuan's eyes.

"It seems..."

He looked into the distance, somewhat emotional, "The day I must take action is not far off. Hehe, old monster, after decades, I wonder how much of your strength remains?"

...

"What!"

At the Seventh Prince's mansion.

Manager Li nearly jumped up, startling the few maids in the mansion.

"Your Highness... you're not joking, are you?"

"Manager Li."

Jiang Feng gave a wry smile.

"When have I ever joked with you?"

"It's over!"

Manager Li turned pale and slumped into a chair.

"It's all over, all over! The queen..."

With that, he burst into tears.

"I... I've failed to protect even your only heir, I'm truly useless..."

"Look here..."

Beside Jiang Feng, Fatty wore a strange expression.

"Isn't your prince fine? Not a single hair is missing, why are you crying like it's the end of the world?"

"You know nothing!"

Manager Li glared at him fiercely.

"You have no idea how formidable Mei Yun, that Unlucky Person, is. Now that my prince is with him... it's over! Your Highness, I will go to the Martial Academy right now, even if it costs me my life, I will get you a different Instructor!"

"It's no use."

Jiang Feng sighed.

"With my elder brother around... I'm destined to choose Instructor Mei!"

"He..."

Despair flashed in Manager Li's eyes as he shouted, "He's already... does he still want to drive us to our deaths?"

"Manager Li."

Jiang Feng was taken aback.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing... nothing."

Realizing he had misspoken, Manager Li quickly tried to cover it up, "I mean, the Crown Prince has gone too far!"

"Don't you know him?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"If it weren't for my terminal illness, I would have been sent to the borders like my other brothers long ago. How could I have had the chance to stay in the Capital?"

"Your Highness."

Manager Li hesitated to speak.

"I've told you before to keep your distance from him... Ah, why won't you listen?"

"Manager Li!"

Jiang Feng's expression darkened.

"Don't say such things again! Brother Gu has shown me great kindness. If I were to distance myself from him, wouldn't I be worse than a beast? Besides, even without Brother Gu, my elder brother... might not tolerate me anyway!"

"Tsk tsk."

Fatty looked on with a sense of wonder.

"It seems that Red Hair really isn't a good person! To harm his own brothers, if someone like that were in Fatty's family, he'd probably have been slapped to death long ago."

Watching the self-assured Fatty who had followed Jiang Feng home, Manager Li looked down on him.

Ignorant!

How could your small family compare to the royal family?

"Manager Li."

Noticing he might have been too harsh, Jiang Feng softened his tone, "I understand your concern, but what's done is done. We can only accept it. As for Instructor Mei... sigh, let's leave it to fate."

"After all this talk."

Fatty seemed confused.

"You all seem to be afraid of that Mei Yun? He's just an ordinary man, timid and afraid of trouble. Apart from having an unlucky name, there's nothing special about him, right?"

"Fatty... He Zheng, you don't understand."

Jiang Feng sighed and recounted Mei Yun's story.

"What!"

After listening, Fatty jumped up.

"It's over!"

In an instant, his face turned ashen, mirroring Manager Li's earlier despair.

"It's over, over, over! I... I can't escape this disaster!"

...

As if to outdo each other.

The Treasure Pavilion, grander than the Murong family's Inn, stood five stories tall!

On the first floor.

The place was bustling with activity.

A variety of cultivators came and went, contributing to the booming business of the Treasure Pavilion.

Before coming here.

Gu Han had taken the time to change his clothes. Otherwise, with his previous disheveled appearance, he might have encountered more trouble.

Now.

Apart from the Falling Ghost Fruit.

He didn't want any other complications to arise.

"This guest."

Upon seeing Gu Han enter, a middle-aged man greeted him warmly.

"I am Fan Qi, the manager of the Treasure Pavilion. If the guest has any needs, feel free to tell me. Whether it's magical treasures, medicinal pills, or rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are hard to find, our Treasure Pavilion has it all!"

Gu Han glanced at him.

A cultivator in the Meridian Unblocking Realm.

It seems... although the Treasure Pavilion is backed by the Jade Lifting Sect, it's still weaker compared to the Murong family.

"I'm looking for Chen Ping."

Shaking his head, Gu Han ignored his enthusiasm.

"I heard he's also a manager here."

"Chen Ping?"

Seeing the potential business slip away, Fan Qi's politeness vanished in an instant, and he lazily pointed towards a corner.

"Over there! Go by yourself!"

"Oh, and Chen Ping is no longer a manager!"

Following the direction he pointed, Gu Han's brow furrowed.

In the corner.

Chen Ping sat with a look of dejection, surrounded by oddly shaped stones, small as fists and large as a person.

However.

Most people in the pavilion came for medicinal pills and magical treasures.

They didn't even glance at those strange stones.