Douluo: I am the True Master

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However, the tiger's mouth represented the Star Luo Empire, and the swan represented the Tian Dou Empire. What did the blue silver grass in the middle represent? 

Driven by youthful curiosity, Xue Ye asked, "Master Ye Wen, may I ask what the significance is behind this blue silver grass gate in the middle?" 

Ye Wen grinned—it was a trap he had deliberately designed, waiting for someone like Xue Ye to fall into it. 

"This gate has a special meaning. Through my extensive research on martial souls, I have developed a new branch of soul masters—the medical soul master. 

I've traveled through countless spirit arenas and witnessed many injured or disabled soul masters. Though they appear healed on the surface thanks to restorative soul skills, my investigations reveal that their soul power meridians are not fully reconnected. Worse still, latent injuries often remain. These hidden wounds may seem manageable at first, but as they grow older, the pain intensifies. 

In more severe cases, these injuries can even diminish their cultivation potential. A soul master who might have reached the Soul King level could end up stuck at the Soul Elder level due to accumulated latent injuries. This is a tragic fate for any soul master." 

Watching Ye Wen shake his head in lamentation, Xue Ye nodded empathetically. 

Prince Dai Lie of the Star Luo Empire, familiar with this issue, sighed deeply and said, "Indeed. Many soul masters in our army suffer lifelong disabilities because they cannot receive timely treatment. It's a significant problem for our empire. 

Could it be, Master Ye Wen, that you've found a solution to this issue?" 

Seeing the eager look in Prince Dai Lie's eyes, Snow Night finally realized the significance of Ye Wen's medical soul masters. 

Still cautious by nature, Xue Ye carefully asked, "Master Ye Wen, can these healing soul masters truly achieve such miraculous results?" 

Ye Wen smiled and nodded but didn't directly confirm it. Instead, he said, "Actions speak louder than words. Follow me to the spirit arena, and you'll see for yourself. My students are already there treating injured soul masters." 

The two key figures who had facilitated this meeting—Qian Xunji and Bi Bi Dong—had remained silent until now. They exchanged a knowing glance and followed along, clearly recognizing the value of medical soul masters. 

In this era of scarce medical technology, where injuries were endured without proper treatment, this had long been a source of frustration for all soul masters. If Ye Wen could solve this problem, his contributions would surely echo throughout history. 

There were no weaklings among the group, and they quickly arrived at the Spirit City Spirit Arena. 

Ordinarily crowded with ordinary people and soul masters rushing inside, the area was now densely packed around the perimeter, their eyes fixed on a shaded platform set up near the entrance of the arena. 

"First Soul Skill: Soul Thread Suturing." 

Su Qiaoqiao, usually gentle like an older sister, now wore a serious expression. She summoned her two yellow soul rings, and the tip of her *Embroidered Cloud Needle* began to condense threads of pure soul power. 

"Self-Created Soul Skill: Embroidered Cloud Hand." 

With incredible speed, Su Qiaoqiao began stitching a severed arm back onto the wound site, moving so fast that afterimages appeared. 

Though her *Embroidered Cloud Needle* martial soul could theoretically develop offensive capabilities, Ye Wen had always envisioned Su Qiaoqiao as a medical soul master from the start. 

Su Qiaoqiao herself disliked combat and was satisfied with Ye Wen's arrangement. This self-created skill, Embroidered Cloud Hand, was something she developed during Ye Wen's teachings, leveraging the unique characteristics of her martial soul. 

Its primary function was to rapidly suture a patient's wounds. 

As her movements accelerated, the crowd noticed that wherever the afterimages passed, strands of soul power formed threads connecting the severed arm. 

Finally, Su Qiaoqiao stopped. The severed arm was now covered in dense sutures. Lifting the patient's arm and pulling the thread, the once-broken limb was perfectly reattached. 

Beads of sweat dotted Su Qiaoqiao's forehead, evidence of the immense soul power consumption this self-created skill demanded. 

"Lan Lan," Su Qiaoqiao called out. 

"On it! Second Soul Skill: Flourish. First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Healing!" Lan Lan exclaimed. 

The summoned blue silver grass multiplied and quickly wrapped around the wound, releasing a concentrated wave of life-infused soul power. 

Taking advantage of this moment, Su Qiaoqiao moved to several other patients with minor wounds. Her delicate hands moved swiftly, sewing up their gashes as if mending fabric. 

The excess blue silver vines generated by Lan Lan's Flourish skill were promptly wrapped around the patients' bodies, leaving no waste. 

"That's it. Don't remove these Blue Silver Grass bandages for an entire day. 

By tomorrow, your wounds should be mostly healed, but it's best to rest for a week before engaging in spirit battles again. Otherwise, the sutures may reopen." 

Hearing Su Qiaoqiao's gentle reminders, the burly men present felt a warmth in their hearts and quickly thanked her. 

Only then did Su Qiaoqiao take a moment to wash her blood-stained hands in a nearby basin. 

During the lull between patients, Su Qiaoqiao began recovering her soul power. Glancing over, she spotted Ye Wen and the others approaching and quickly bowed respectfully. 

"Master." 

"Well done. Your suturing technique has become even more refined," Ye Wen said approvingly. 

The reason Su Qiaoqiao and the others were performing treatments at the spirit arena was, of course, to promote the existence of the medical soul master system. 

Otherwise, who knew what these major powers might do out of self-interest? It was better to expose this system openly under the sun. 

The massive crowd only now noticed the presence of the Pope and Ye Wen, and they quickly parted ways with exclamations of surprise. 

As always, the Pope maintained his benevolent persona, greeting those present before approaching the soul master with the severed arm. 

"Young man, may I take a look at your wound?" 

Though the wounded soul master appeared older than Qian Xunji, there was no sense of incongruity as he quickly raised his reattached arm for inspection. 

A surge of radiant soul power flowed forth, making the soul master feel even more comfortable. 

Through his spiritual perception, Qian Xunji observed that every nerve and muscle in the wound had been perfectly reconnected. 

Under the protection of the life-infused blue silver grass bandages, the wound was rapidly healing. Just as Su Qiaoqiao had promised, by the next day, it would be nearly fully restored.

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