Chapter 228: Bai He Brings Warmth to Tang San
"Greetings, Lord Xiaotian." Dugu Feng bowed respectfully.
Tang Xiao smiled politely. "So this is the prodigy of the Dugu Family, the model of the younger generation of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Compared to you, Xiao San and the others still fall short!"
Tang Xiao didn't hold back his praise.
It wasn't just because of Ning Fengzhi's presence, but because Dugu Feng had already reached the rank of Spirit King.
A sixteen-year-old Spirit King—more gifted than even the Tang brothers themselves—was indeed worthy of admiration.
"Thank you, Lord Xiaotian. When you traversed the continent in your youth, you were the vanguard of spirit masters everywhere. I've always seen you as my role model," Dugu Feng replied with a faint smile.
After their polite exchange of compliments, the two men said no more.
Ning Fengzhi then began healing Tang Hao and Tang San.
Tang San's face was pale and his eyes dark and cold, occasionally flashing with a chilling light that made others shiver.
Anyone who had suffered two consecutive, devastating setbacks like him would likely undergo a drastic change in temperament.
Tang Hao, on the other hand, looked lifeless. He had truly become a cripple, unable to use even a trace of spirit power.
For the once world-renowned Haotian Douluo, this was an unbearable blow.
Ning Fengzhi summoned his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and began to heal them both.
Seven layers of healing power merged into their bodies, helping to restore their injuries.
Everyone stood silently and waited patiently.
At that moment, Dugu Feng sensed a Spirit Douluo approaching at high speed—a blur of white light streaking toward them.
He remained expressionless. Since he could feel it, he was sure that Tang Xiao and Sword Douluo could as well.
Moments later, the Spirit Douluo appeared before them—a tall and slender man with snow-white hair, dressed in a fitted white outfit. Though his age was clearly advanced, his aura remained sharp.
Could it be Bai He of the Min Clan?
Such rapid speed, combined with his lean physique, made it highly likely.
As the man arrived, Tang Xiao's gaze froze, looking somewhat uneasy. "Uncle!"
That single word revealed the man's identity to everyone present.
He was Bai He, Clan Chief of the Min Clan.
Bai He ignored Tang Xiao and immediately turned his attention toward Tang Hao and Tang San.
"So this is little San?"
His voice trembled slightly as he approached Tang San.
"Uncle, Xiao San has been injured. Sect Master Ning is treating him right now," Tang Xiao explained quickly.
It was the first time he had seen his uncle since the Haotian Sect sealed its mountain gates. He couldn't understand why his uncle had suddenly come.
Back then, it was the Haotian Sect that had chosen to abandon the four single-attribute sects.
For the other clans—the Po Clan, Yu Clan, and Li Clan—abandonment was abandonment.
But the Min Clan shared blood ties with them, which made Tang Xiao deeply ashamed.
"Has the Haotian Sect fallen so far that it can't even protect its own direct descendants?
Even its geniuses have become targets of humiliation.
Such a prodigy should be cultivating diligently within the sect, not flaunting himself in public! It's ridiculous!"
Bai He glared at Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, his tone full of anger.
Tang Hao, who was still being healed, bowed his head in silence.
He couldn't even argue.
Bai He moved next to Tang Hao, gripping his hand and using his spirit power to probe his condition.
Then he did the same for Tang San.
"Xiao San, this is your great-uncle," Tang Hao said softly.
"Great-uncle," Tang San greeted, offering no resistance as he allowed Bai He to inspect his body with spirit power.
When Bai He finished, his expression darkened.
"If the Haotian Sect were thriving, I, Bai He, would have never returned to it in this lifetime.
But seeing Hao'er and Xiao San suffer like this, if I don't lend a hand, my conscience won't let me rest!"
His words brought tears to Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's eyes.
Blood ties ran deep.
"Uncle, it's the sect that failed you," Tang Xiao said, his voice trembling.
Watching the touching reunion, Dugu Feng's mind began to turn.
How was Bai He planning to help them?
Could it be… the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?
As if to answer that thought, Bai He's next action confirmed it.
He took out a box from his soul device, pure white, about one and a half feet long and half a foot wide.
It was carved entirely from mutton-fat white jade.
His movements drew everyone's attention.
Without hesitation, Bai He opened the box.
A refreshing and invigorating fragrance wafted out.
"Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng!"
"What a massive ginseng root!"
"A Dragon Ginseng!"
Several gasps echoed around them.
Inside the jade box lay a ginseng shaped like a miniature human figure, glowing with a crystalline blood-red light. Its surface bore the pattern of a five-clawed dragon.
Its exquisite form and the mesmerizing aroma alone marked it as something extraordinary.
"This is a Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng I obtained by chance. It's perfect for Xiao San—it will restore his lost vitality.
Its energy is immense. Hao'er may take some as well. Though I'm uncertain if it can help his injuries, it's worth a try."
Bai He smiled gently.
Tang San's gloomy eyes lit up at once. He swallowed hard, his expression filled with excitement.
He recognized it immediately—this was the "Emperor of Ginsengs," the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, born of supreme energy, over five thousand years old.
Such a precious herb couldn't be bought with money.
In that instant, Tang San felt a deep warmth toward his great-uncle.
"Uncle…"
Tang Hao, unable to control his emotions, rushed over despite still being under treatment, and fell into Bai He's arms, weeping bitterly.
He had endured too much.
Ever since reaching the Spirit Saint level and venturing out with his brother, life had been one hardship after another.
In recent years, it had been nothing but misery.
Even Dugu Feng stared in disbelief, as did Ning Rongrong at his side.
The great Haotian Douluo—crying in front of everyone.
Bai He patted Tang Hao's shoulder, his own eyes brimming with tears.
After a long moment, everyone gradually calmed down.
"This herb is too precious to wait. Let's use it now. With Sect Master Ning's healing support, its medicinal power will be absorbed even better," Bai He urged.
Tang Hao nodded. "I don't need something this valuable. Let Xiao San use it all."
"Father, you must take some too. Great-uncle already said that my body can't handle all its power. Just a third will be enough to fully heal my injuries," Tang San insisted.
Tang Hao finally agreed but still let Tang San absorb it first.
Tang San drew a jade knife and sliced off one-third of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng.
Then he consumed it in one swallow.
The ginseng's medicinal power was immense, but Ning Fengzhi's healing light beside him accelerated absorption, allowing Tang San to take it all at once safely.
Dugu Feng watched quietly.
Something didn't feel right.
Bai He had arrived in Heaven Dou City far too quickly—with perfect timing, as if he had known exactly what had happened. It had only been three days since the battle in the Sunset Forest.
He remembered that the Min Clan's city was quite a distance away from Heaven Dou City.
Yet Bai He didn't seem at all surprised by the extent of Tang Hao and Tang San's injuries.
It was as if he had known long before.
How did he know?
(END CHAPTER)
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