There was a heavy thud, and the Red Sleeve Pavilion was thrown into chaos. A young girl in disheveled clothes lay on the ground, blood streaming from her mouth, nose, and ears.

"Hua Xia!"

Lin Xin leaned over the railing for a look. Seeing her close sister’s condition, her head spun and she rushed down like a madwoman.

Ye Lingyue and the others pushed through the crowd and hurried over as well.

"Hua Xia, don’t scare me. Somebody, hurry, go get a doctor."

Lin Xin’s face was deathly pale. She ignored the blood all over the floor and cradled the gravely injured Hua Xia in her arms, tears pouring down like rain.

Lin Xin and the four girls of Morning Flowers Evening Picking had all come to the Red Sleeve Pavilion together. Their sisterly bond ran deep, and thanks to those four sisters covering for her daily, she had time to practice Martial Arts.

"Madam, it’s no use. Her meridians are all severed, and she was also... I’m afraid she can’t be saved."

The pavilion’s resident doctor rushed over at once, but after checking her, he shook his head.

"Everyone here, whoever can save Hua Xia, as long as you can keep her alive, I’m willing to pay a hundred thousand Intermediate Spirit Stones."

Lin Xin’s eyes were brimming with tears as she looked around at everyone present. Most of the patrons in the Red Sleeve Pavilion were rich or noble; it wasn’t impossible that some High-level Alchemists with superb medical skills were among them.

But the moment those people met Lin Xin’s gaze, they backed away three feet. Never mind whether they actually had that kind of ability—this woman had offended Third Young Master Jin. To exhaust their strength and offend Third Young Master Jin over a lowly woman of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, even for a hundred thousand Intermediate Spirit Stones, was absolutely not worth it.

Despair swallowed Lin Xin. In over twenty years of life, she had never tasted the coldness of human hearts as she did today.

She let out a bitter laugh, glanced at Hua Xia, who could no longer speak, and said hoarsely,

"Hua Xia, your big sister is useless. I can’t save you. Don’t worry, you go first. After I kill that beast Third Young Master Jin, I’ll go down to keep you company."

Raging flames burned in her eyes. She clenched her teeth, raised her palm, and was about to slap it down on Hua Xia’s top of the skull.

"Wait!"

A hand firmly grabbed Lin Xin’s wrist.

"Don’t stop me. If she keeps living, she’ll only suffer more."

Lin Xin tried to tear free from that meddlesome hand, but suddenly her arm went weak. The other party had deftly sealed several of her acupoints. She looked up and saw that the one holding her was none other than Ye Lingyue.

"Miss Lin Xin, don’t get worked up yet. Let me ask you one thing: if I save her life, will you really be willing to pay a hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"

Lin Xin glared furiously at Ye Lingyue. At a time like this, and this trash City Lord was still talking about that?

Even Bo Qing felt Ye Lingyue’s question was totally out of place and tugged at Ye Lingyue’s sleeve.

"If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as you agreed. Bo Qing, you take the money, I’ll do the job." But Ye Lingyue just grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth. She rolled up her sleeves and, completely ignoring Lin Xin’s reaction, snatched Hua Xia out of Lin Xin’s arms.

"What are you doing, Hua Xia is already..."

Lin Xin was just about to scold her when she saw Ye Lingyue skillfully taking Hua Xia’s pulse and performing Hemostatic treatment.

Ye Lingyue used some unknown technique; after just a few presses of her fingers on Hua Xia’s body, the bleeding stopped quickly. Then she propped Hua Xia up and placed her palm against Hua Xia’s body.

In Ye Lingyue’s palm, the Qian Cauldron spun rapidly. Invisible to the naked eye, the White Tripod Breath surged into Hua Xia’s body like a flowing stream.

Once the Cauldron Breath entered, the situation in Hua Xia’s body became completely clear to Ye Lingyue.

Her organs were heavily damaged, many meridians were shattered, and there was a violent dose of Tiger Wolf Pills rampaging inside her. Her lower body was a mess—one look and it was obvious she had been violated. The more Ye Lingyue examined her, the more contempt she felt for that so‑called Third Young Master Jin. To treat a weak woman like this—those men were nothing but beasts.

Fortunately, she had Cauldron Breath. Otherwise, Hua Xia was as good as dead.

Seeing Ye Lingyue "not making a move" for a long time, Lin Xin grew increasingly anxious.

"Can she really do it or not? Hua Xia is about to die."

"Lin Xin, don’t worry. Medical skills are City Lord Ye’s specialty. She’ll definitely save her."

Bo Qing was already used to Ye Lingyue’s bizarre medical techniques.

In fact, during the earlier competition, Bo Qing had wanted to say that Ye Lingyue didn’t need to show off anything else. Just revealing a bit of her miraculous medical skills would be enough.

Medical skills are City Lord Ye’s specialty?

Lin Xin, Situ, and the others were all dumbfounded. They looked again at Ye Lingyue and saw that under her treatment, wisps of white mist were rising from Hua Xia’s body. Her skin flushed as if boiled, and copious black, tar‑like sweat oozed out.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ye Lingyue finally withdrew the Cauldron Breath. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, the first thing she said as she stood up was,

"I’ve pulled her back from death. Not a single coin of the payment can be missing."

Saved?

Lin Xin still couldn’t quite believe it and hurriedly had the resident doctor go check. After that examination, even the doctor who had practiced medicine for decades looked utterly stunned.

"This is miraculous beyond belief, she really brought her back! And not just saved her—Miss Hua Xia’s meridians and organs are all completely intact. This is... this is truly a Divine Doctor."

The doctor cried out in amazement, and in an instant, the surrounding crowd boiled over.

Earlier, Situ and Lan Feng, who had mocked Ye Lingyue as trash, were now staring wide‑eyed at each other.

Their ears weren’t playing tricks on them, right? This trash City Lord was actually a Divine Doctor!

"I... I..." Lin Xin stammered, a wave of powerlessness washing over her.

All of a sudden, she found herself laughable. What was there left to compete for? She had already lost, lost completely and utterly.

No matter how High-level one’s Martial Arts were or how great one’s Attack Power, before a Divine Doctor who could snatch people from the jaws of death, it was all just empty talk.

With just these mysterious medical skills alone, Ye Lingyue was enough to attract the best Demon Hunters in the entire Ancient Nine Provinces.

"Boss, hurry and save Shi Dong and the others. Those people aren’t human. They’re the ones who pushed me down from upstairs."

Hua Xia had already woken up. The moment she realized she wasn’t dead, her first reaction was to plead with Lin Xin to hurry and save their other close sisters.

"Hua Xia, don’t panic. I’ll go save them right now."

Only then did Lin Xin remember that there was something even more important waiting for her. Her eyes turned sharp as she looked at Hua Xia’s utterly bloodless face, then swept her gaze over the patrons around them who were so frightened they didn’t even dare to breathe. She let out a cold laugh and headed toward Chuyun Pavilion.

"Bo Qing, let’s go upstairs and take a look too."

Ye Lingyue gave Bo Qing a push.

"Aren’t you afraid of bringing trouble down on yourself?"

Bo Qing remembered that before they arrived in Xuanwu City, Ye Lingyue herself had said they should avoid stirring up trouble.

"Lin Xin still owes me a hundred thousand Spirit Stones, doesn’t she? Besides, the other side’s surname is Jin. Sounds like they should be our ’old friends.’ Since we’re meeting old friends, how could we not say hello?"

As Ye Lingyue spoke, her beautiful eyes fell on the highest floor, Chuyun Pavilion. A thick murderous glint flashed in their depths. The Tiger Wolf Pills she had discovered in Hua Xia’s body were no ordinary drug—their effects were unusual, as if refined with Purple Fire.

The Jin Family, Purple Fire—this made her think of a certain person, someone who should have died a long time ago.