Chapter 80: Do You Want Power?
At this moment, Dugu Yan's pupils constricted slightly as she saw Kains' miserable state.
She had only met Kains a few times, but she knew he was Catherine's brother and that he had a good relationship with Lin Yang.
Seeing him in this state now, her heart felt heavy.
Lin Yang looked at Ye Lingling, "Lingling, help me out."
Ye Lingling said nothing and followed Lin Yang into the operating room.
Inside the operating room, the Nine-Heart Begonia quietly bloomed.
A faint fragrance filled the air as white petals drifted down, landing directly on Kains and melting weightlessly into his body.
Under Lin Yang's Transparent World, Kains' damaged internal organs began to stop bleeding, his torn blood vessels slowly healed, and even the surfaces of his severed limbs showed signs of closing.
The Nine-Heart Begonia truly lived up to its reputation!
However...
Lin Yang glanced at Ye Lingling; her face was growing increasingly pale, and fine beads of sweat were breaking out on her forehead.
She was currently only a two-ring Soul Master with limited Soul Power, and Kains' injuries were so severe that treating him to this extent was already her limit.
After a moment of thought, Lin Yang took out a tube of green potion from his storage soul tool and held it out to Ye Lingling.
"Drink this."
Ye Lingling glanced at Lin Yang and, without asking what it was, took it and downed it in one gulp.
The moment the potion entered her stomach, a trace of surprise flashed through Ye Lingling's habitually stoic eyes.
Her Soul Power was actually slowly recovering.
Without any support Soul skills or food system Soul skills, just a single tube of potion could achieve the effect of a Soul skills?
This was the Soul-Returning Potion developed by Lin Yang; it could restore ten to twenty percent of Soul Power for Soul Masters below the Three-Ring level.
The higher the Soul Power Rank, the worse the recovery effect.
For a Three-Ring Soul Elder, the Soul Power restored by the potion was less than five percent, making it better than nothing but not by much.
But for the current Ye Lingling, it was just right.
Soon, except for the dark red muscle tissue visible at the cross-sections of his severed limbs, all of Kains' other injuries had fully recovered.
Kains' eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Ye Lingling withdrew her Martial Soul, her body swaying slightly.
Lin Yang stuffed another tube of Soul-Returning Potion into her hand and said solemnly, "Thank you!"
This word of thanks was sincere.
Kains was one of his few friends; he would remember the kindness Ye Lingling showed by helping today.
"No need!"
Ye Lingling remained as cold as ever.
She didn't drink the potion immediately but gripped it in her hand and turned to walk out.
Just as she stepped forward, her body stumbled, and she fell straight toward the floor.
"Careful!"
Lin Yang was quick to react, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.
After Ye Lingling regained her footing, she glanced at Lin Yang, whispered a word of thanks, and then slowly walked out of the operating room.
Afterward, Lin Yang turned to look at Kains lying on the operating table.
Although Kains was awake, his eyes were hollow, staring blankly at the ceiling like an empty shell whose Soul had been drained.
Lin Yang sighed softly.
Losing a leg and an arm was a devastating blow to anyone.
He stood by and watched for a while, ultimately saying nothing before turning to leave the room.
As soon as he stepped out, Catherine rushed forward, her eyes frighteningly red. "Teacher, my brother... how is he?"
Lin Yang looked at her and shook his head. "Go see him. He needs you by his side right now."
Catherine's tears welled up again, but she bit her lip hard, nodded vigorously, wiped her face, and pushed open the door to the operating room behind her.
Lin Yang approached Qin Ming and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Teacher Qin, for making you come all this way."
Qin Ming said gravely, "If there is anything you need, just let me know."
"Thank you, Teacher Qin."
Then Lin Yang looked at Dugu Yan.
Dugu Yan understood Lin Yang's feelings well. She took his hand and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lin Yang shook his head. "I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Then, Lin Yang walked over to a youth—it was A Hai, Kains' brother-in-law, whom he had saved before!
At this moment, A Hai looked completely disheveled, with several abrasions on his body. The other members of the mercenary squad were also injured.
"A Hai, what happened to Kains?"
A Hai looked up, his red-rimmed eyes filled with a hint of sobbing. "It was the Wolf Head Soul Hunting Group. They stole our Soul Beast. My brother-in-law argued with them for a bit, and they... they..."
Hearing A Hai's description, Lin Yang was almost driven to a cold laugh by anger.
The reason for this incident was very simple—so simple it was almost ridiculous.
Kains' mercenary group had accidentally discovered a critically injured, dying century-old Soul Beast. They had planned to sell this information to a Soul Master who needed a Soul Ring to make some money.
However, the news was accidentally discovered by the Wolf Head Soul Hunting Group, and they directly moved in to intercept the Soul Beast.
Kains naturally refused to accept this and wanted to reason with them.
But how could the people of a Soul Hunting Group care about cannon fodder like mercenaries?
They not only humiliated Kains severely but also, under the guise of a "warning," cut off his right arm and left leg.
Lin Yang felt a moment of sorrow.
Just for a century-old Soul Beast, they had so easily trampled on a man's dignity and destroyed his future.
In the eyes of certain Soul Masters, the lives of commoners truly were worth nothing.
Innate Soul Power really is a permanent chasm that lies between commoners and Soul Masters, one that can never be crossed!
Of course, Lin Yang wouldn't be so extreme as to think that the existence of Soul Masters was a mistake.
A Soul Master destroyed Kains, but a Soul Master also saved him.
Who could say for sure what was right or wrong in all of this?
After seeing off Qin Ming and the others, Lin Yang returned to the operating room. He saw Catherine sitting nearby, talking incessantly, trying to awaken her brother's will to live.
But Kains remained in that same state, like a puppet without a Soul.
There is no grief greater than the death of one's heart. If nothing changed, Kains would be completely "ruined."
Closing the door to the operating room, Lin Yang walked up to Kains. He stared at the once-cheerful man, remained silent for a few seconds, and sighed. "Kains, do you... want power?"
"Do you want revenge?"
"Do you want to... trample those who humiliated you under your feet?"
Catherine stared blankly at Lin Yang. She felt that at this moment, her teacher didn't look like a doctor, but like a demon tempting people to fall into Hell.
Under Lin Yang's three consecutive questions, a spark of fire began to ignite in Kains' hollow eyes.
It was the fire of anger, the fire of resentment—a fire that wanted to burn all humiliation and pain to ashes.
He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Lin Yang, and opened his mouth. His voice was as raspy as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. "Lin... Doctor, please... I want power."
"Brother..."
Catherine looked at Kains blankly, her face full of confusion.
Lin Yang ignored her and continued, "You will endure pain that exceeds physiological limits, and you might even... die!"
Kains forced a smile—a smile filled with bitterness, determination, and... a hint of relief. "It doesn't matter. As long as I obtain power, even if I... fall into Hell forever!"
"Then give it a try!"
As Lin Yang spoke, a tube of Crimson Potion, colored like agate, appeared in his hand at some point. "Let's see if you can withstand... the power of demon and gods."
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