Douluo Continent: The Medicine Master Lives Inside My Body

Soul rings, like soul bones, are carriers of energy, possibly resulting from spectral reactions caused by energy compression.

Therefore... the soul ring, as the vessel, may not have any color.

Of course, these are all Yang Fan's own guesses!

The old doctor gave him a similar answer from the perspective of a cultivator, and decided to refine a pill that could temporarily absorb the energy of the soul ring, thereby changing the color of the soul ring.

"Even if it doesn't change the color of your spirit ring, it won't poison you to death."

The old apothecary was almost amused by Yang Fan's cautious manner.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Fan swallowed the pill, hoping for a miracle.

At first, he didn't feel anything unusual, just a slight chill. However, less than two minutes later, he felt as if a black hole had appeared inside his body, with a continuous stream of soul power flowing back into him.

The moment he released his martial spirit, the spirit ring beneath his feet turned a strange yellow.

"It's done!" The old doctor smiled and stroked his white beard, then continued, "This pill can temporarily turn your soul ring yellow."

This means that Yang Fan can silence the critics when he participates in the next Soul Battle, and no one will question his strength anymore.

"Master, does this pill have any side effects?"

Yang Fan had barely asked the question when he was whipped with a small leather whip in a fit of pique.

The old medicine master laughed and scolded, "If there were side effects, would Master still let you take it?"

From that day on, Yang Fan returned to the Soul Fighting Stage.

With the help of the black cloak, he could shrink his true martial spirit, the Soul-Breaking Spear, into the palm of his hand, and then use the Xuan Heavy Ruler to fight continuously.

Flame Splitting Wave Ruler also became his signature first soul skill!

The entire Great Soul Arena knows that there is an old man in the first ring who likes to fight opponents of higher ranks and always wins thanks to his rich combat experience.

Yang Fan refines pills and sells medicine during the day, and goes to the Soul Arena at night to participate in one-on-one Soul Battles. After returning, he continues to cultivate.

Chapter 29 One year later

The year 2639 of the Douluo Calendar.

This marks the eighteenth month that Yang Fan has been away on his training journey.

In the blink of an eye, he had been in Tiandou City for one year and three months.

Yang Fan is now a five-star Dou Zhe!

Not only that.

His alchemy skills have improved over a long period of training, and he is now a qualified level two alchemist. However, it is difficult for him to advance further, which is due to his current strength and soul power.

An alchemist's rank is directly linked to their soul power.

With his current soul power, it would be very difficult for him to refine a grade three pill, and even the simplest and most common grade three pill would be difficult to control.

"Crash-"

Yang Fan poured out all the savings he had accumulated over the past year from alchemy and battle spirits.

A full 100,000 Gold Soul Coins!

With his current status, he has returned to the Ronggui Po clan, and even his grandfather would call him "elder brother" when he sees him.

"stop looking!"

"Pack up, we should go."

Starting today, Yang Fan's second phase of practical training has concluded.

The old doctor has already arranged the next stage of training for him!

However, before that, the master and apprentice had to go to another place—the Tiandou Auction House.

According to the information Yang Fan received, a thousand-year-old Flaming Gentian will be auctioned today. He has been waiting for this medicinal herb for more than two months.

quickly!

Yang Fan then arrived at the auction house.

With his current 100,000 gold soul coins and his previous experience at the auction house, he easily found his way to the center of the auction house.

Yang Fan was startled as soon as he entered; there were quite a lot of people today.

Could it be that they're all after that Flame Gentian?

He subconsciously touched his storage soul tool, feeling that his wallet was under great threat.

He casually found a seat and sat down. Less than half an hour later, the Flame Gentian Grass he had been longing for was pushed onto the auction stage by the staff.

This is the first time Yang Fan has ever seen the Flame Gentian!

This is a bright orange-red herb, which is more than half a meter long. Its slender roots connect directly to the top of a bright red five-pointed flower, which looks like a rising flame.

Because it was a ten-thousand-year-old plant-type soul beast, it had already become a corpse when it was put on the auction stage, but this would not affect its efficacy in any way.

"I believe this herb is not unfamiliar to the esteemed Soul Masters present. It is a Flame Gentian Grass that is over ten thousand years old..."

The auction house staff provided very little information about the Flame Gentian. They knew that this herb was easy to sell; they simply needed to put it on the auction table and it would definitely find a market.

"Its starting bid is 20,000 gold soul coins!"

In this world where elixirs and medicinal herbs are not valued, 20,000 gold soul coins are already considered an astronomical price.

quickly!

People started bidding...

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Twenty-two thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"..."

Yang Fan's initial strategy was to observe secretly, without letting others see his desire for the ancient Flame Gentian.

But he soon couldn't sit still any longer!

These bastards are all after this Flame Gentian Grass, and in the blink of an eye, this worthless grass has been bid up to a high price of 36,000.

Every time this group of people made a bid, Yang Fan couldn't help but send his greetings to their families.

When the price reached 40,000, the bidding stalled...

"Forty-one thousand!"

This is Yang Fan's asking price.

According to the auction house's rules, each bid must be at least one thousand gold soul coins; otherwise, Yang Fan wouldn't mind being the center of attention.

Forty-one thousand gold soul coins!

This is already a price that exceeded expectations.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, almost no one is willing to spend 40,000 gold soul coins to auction off a single medicinal herb.

Just when Yang Fan thought he had it all figured out, a voice broke the silence in the auction hall.

"Forty-two thousand!"

Yang Fan wanted to see which bastard was making trouble for him.

The moment he turned around, a pair of eyes happened to be glaring at him.

An old acquaintance... Fire Dance!

Sitting next to them was Huo Wushuang, whom they had defeated a year ago. On the other side sat an old man. Judging from their fiery red hair, it was easy to tell that they were a family. The robust old man was probably the elder of the two siblings.

None of the three were wearing masks, so Yang Fan recognized them easily.

During the year-long battle, he and Huo Wu met again, and in the end, he easily defeated her once more.

Judging from Huo Wu's eyes, she probably didn't recognize that he was using the alias Yao Chen to roam the Soul Arena.

"Forty-three thousand!"

The bidding for this Flame Gentian has now reached a fever pitch.

Once the bidding price reached 40,000, it deterred others from even trying. His only remaining opponent was Huo Wu.

Forty-four thousand!

"Forty-five thousand!"

"fifty thousand!"

Yang Fan's heart raced, but he still managed to call out a high price of 51,000 with a blank expression.

Focus on the heart!

He now has a delusion: Dad has plenty of money, and no matter how much you ask for, I'm determined to get this Flame Gentian.

When Huo Wu tried to bid again, she was stopped by the robust old man next to her.

It's not worth 50,000 gold soul coins anymore!

This amount of money, when converted into other medicinal herbs that greatly benefit fire-attribute soul masters, would not be inferior to that of Flame Gentian.

"Kid, I'll remember you."

In the end, Huo Wu could only swallow the bitter pill.

Although you can't see her face under the mask, you can tell from her voice that she's not very old.

Yang Fan, who won the bid, did not choose to linger, especially given that he had incurred the wrath of Blazing Fire Academy during the bidding process.

After paying 50,000 gold soul coins and obtaining the Flame Gentian Grass, he immediately made his escape.

Do you still consider yourself a rich person?

Yang Fan said helplessly, "Master, why do you have to bring up something you don't want to talk about?"

He worked hard for a year to earn 100,000 gold soul coins, only to lose it all in one day.