Chapter 87: Xue Qinghe's Summons
One month later.
In front of the Ye Family Medicine Hall in the West Market of Heaven Dou City, the entrance was already bustling early in the morning.
A long line snaked out from the shop entrance, extending all the way to the end of the alley.
With heads bobbing and clamor filling the air, the place that should have been a quiet Medicine Hall was turned into a noisy marketplace.
"Don't push, don't push, everyone line up!"
The Medicine Hall clerk shouted at the top of his lungs until his voice was nearly hoarse.
Behind him, other clerks were busy taking money and handing out medicine, working in an orderly, swift, and unhurried manner.
"Are there any soul recovery potions left? Give me ten!"
"My dear Soul Master, our Medicine Hall limits each person to two bottles!"
"Two bottles it is, hurry, hurry, here's your money."
Before the words had even faded, a bag of gold coins landed on the counter with a "thud."
The clerk behind the counter was unfazed. After counting the gold coins, another clerk deftly produced two pre-prepared soul recovery potions and handed them over.
At the end of the line, a rough-looking man with an aura of bloodlust swirling around him stood on tiptoes to look ahead, grumbling, "Damn it all! I rushed over here before dawn, and yet I'm still this far back? By the time it's my turn, everything will be gone."
"From a Soul Hunting Group?" A tall, thin man next to him chuckled, "Buying soul burning potions?"
The burly man turned his head and glared: "How did you know?"
"Judging by that bloodlust on you, you just finished hunting a Soul Beast."
The tall, thin man pursed his lips forward, "soul burning potions sell slowly. From where you are, you might just manage to snag two bottles."
The burly man's eyes lit up: "Really?"
The tall, thin man gave a sly laugh, "See that? Nine out of ten people here are buying soul recovery potions; they're all going to the Great Soul Fighting Arena for Spirit Battle. As for soul burning potions, only you folks in the Soul Hunting Groups like them."
"You're telling me," the burly man spat, "It's a life-saving item. I wanted to stock up on a few more, but those animals were ruthless."
"You've tried it? Doesn't look like it," the tall, thin man narrowed his eyes, "I heard that after using a soul burning potion, one is weak for at least three days."
"Heh, it was our bad luck," the burly man said, revealing a trace of lingering fear, "We were just after a century-old Soul Beast, but we ended up getting targeted by a Thousand-Year Spirit Beast."
"Luckily, one of the younger brothers in our group had one prepared. He risked his life to stall for a few minutes, otherwise, all of us would have been done for."
The tall, thin man's eyes widened: "A Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? Is the soul burning potion really that powerful?"
"You bet it is. My little brother is only Rank 21, but after one shot of the soul burning potion, he dared to go head-to-head with a Three-Ring Soul Elder for ten minutes!"
The burly man became more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands, "He was tossing out Soul skills after Soul skills like they were free! One after another, the power was so intense our eyes almost popped out."
"That's why as soon as I got back, I rushed to buy two more bottles."
Seeming to recall something, the burly man looked slightly dissatisfied, "It's just that the price is a bit high. One soul burning potion costs three hundred gold coins, which is fifteen times more expensive than the soul recovery potion."
"It's a life-saving item. If it weren't expensive, would you dare use it?"
The burly man thought for a moment and nodded: "Indeed."
Even if the price is dropping one Rank of Soul Power and being weak for three days, if your life is gone, what good is the Soul Power Rank?
Similar scenes were not just happening at the Heaven Dou City branch; basically every Ye Family Medicine Hall in the major cities was playing out a similar scene.
Although the soul burning potion and soul recovery potion only officially went on sale today.
The Ye Family had already sent people to sell them sporadically at the Great Soul Fighting Arena, Soul Hunting towns, and even within the Soul Hunting Groups.
Moreover, they strictly controlled the quantity of the potions, waiting for their reputation to ferment to a certain degree before officially announcing the release date.
That is why we have today's scene.
It is clear that the Ye Family has truly mastered the art of hunger marketing.
Once the initial craze of these first few days passes, the sales volume of the potions will inevitably decline, but it will be enough to open up the potion market for all low-level Soul Masters.
The Ye Family's goal is very clear: in the future, every Soul Master going to the Great Soul Fighting Arena for a Spirit Battle should have a soul recovery potion on hand;
and every Soul Hunting Group going to hunt for Soul Beasts must carry soul burning potions.
They want to make these two potions indispensable daily necessities for every low-level Soul Master.
With the popularity of the potions, a new batch of medicinal herbs has been urgently delivered to the Butterfly House.
Lin Yang hired some more nursing staff, specifically for chores like cleaning and sorting herbs, while daily affairs were handed over to Milan to coordinate.
Milan was the oldest of the four little girls that Kains had sent over initially.
She had a steady temperament and was an honest person.
Catherine was focused on studying medicine and was not very keen on managing such matters.
Ye Lingling was the same.
As for Lin Yang, it goes without saying; apart from stopping by every day to handle patients that Catherine couldn't treat, he spent the rest of his time as a hands-off manager.
Milan perfectly filled the gap in this area for the Butterfly House.
The other three little girls also had their own duties:
The youngest, Maisui, followed Catherine to learn, while Irene and Xiaokui served as nursing staff, covering logistics and patient care.
Although the Butterfly House was small, it now had a vague sense of scale.
During this month, Lin Yang's cultivation steadily broke through to Rank 35.
Dugu Yan's Flood Dragon Breathing Technique had already achieved the "Constant State," and she wasn't too far from her next Breakthrough.
And Yu Tianheng, perhaps due to the stimulation from Lin Yang and Dugu Yan, had also broken through to Rank 30 a few days ago.
He had already set off with Qin Ming to the Sunset Forest to find his third Soul Ring.
Now, the entire reserve team, except for Ye Lingling, had all become Soul Elders.
This day, just as Lin Yang finished class, an instructor hurried over, his expression carrying a hint of solemnity.
"Lin Yang!" the teacher called out to him from afar.
"Teacher?"
Lin Yang stopped in his tracks and turned to look.
"Quick, hurry to the Faculty Committee building. The three committee members have passed on a message: His Highness the Crown Prince wants to see you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface and nodded, "I will go now. Thank you for your trouble, Teacher."
After the instructor left, Dugu Yan frowned and asked in a low voice, "What does the Crown Prince want with you?"
Lin Yang pondered for a few seconds and slowly shook his head, "Nothing more than trying to recruit me or something similar. Don't worry too much; after all, the three committee members are still there."
Others might not know, but how could he not?
The current Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, had long been secretly replaced by the Spirit Hall Young Lord, Qian Renxue.
Over the years, she had navigated the imperial court under the guise of the Crown Prince, silently eliminating dissenters, and the other princes had all met with accidents or died of illness one after another.
Now, the only remaining legitimate Bloodline of the Heaven Dou royal family was a "profligate son" — the Fourth Prince, Xue Beng.
If the old Emperor still had any lingering doubts, he estimated that this Fourth Prince would have already "accidentally fallen into the water."
After all, princes are notoriously water-soluble!
And Qian Renxue had spent years of painstaking effort, seeking nothing more than to seize the Heaven Dou Empire without a drop of blood and help that woman complete the grand cause of unifying the Spirit Hall.
Of course, Lin Yang didn't care about the various power struggles between the royal family and the Spirit Hall, nor did he want to get involved.
As long as it didn't affect his Cultivation, they could play whatever games they wanted.
Lin Yang had long anticipated the summons from Xue Qinghe.
Not to mention that the three committee members were all confidants of the Heaven Dou Emperor, even the potions circulating on the market today, as long as someone took the effort to investigate and trace them back to the source, they would sooner or later find him.
Therefore, hiding was useless; what was meant to come would come eventually.
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