Chapter 1192: New special missions!

Just after Huang Zhong agreed, Xiao Tian's mind suddenly sounded a long-lost system prompt
"Congratulations to the host for triggering the special task: to treat Huang Xu's only son, Huang Xu, suffering from a chronic illness. For many years, Huang Zhong has not been able to cure Huang Xu after seeking medical advice. Please host to rescue Huang Xu!
Task reward: prestige, Nine Ranks Mysterious Scroll (5)! "
Hearing the prompt sound of the system, Xiao Tian turned into a stormy sea.
Although this special mission only rewards prestige and a scroll of nine-turn profound arts, but in terms of the degree of reward, this mission is far more than before!
You must know that the fragments of Rank Nine Profound Art are not so easy to obtain, otherwise his Rank Nine Immortal Body would not have only four layers.
On the one hand, the faculty points required for the fusion exercises are too large, and on the other hand, the fragments of the Nine Ranks Profound Art are too difficult to obtain!
No matter what, Huang Xu must be cured!
Xiao Tian thought to himself that it was related to whether he could easily obtain the fifth level of Rank Nine Profound Art, and he would naturally not let it go.
Who knows how much energy it would take to obtain the fifth level of the Nine Ranks Profound Art after missing this opportunity?
"It should not be too late, Huang Zhuangshi should take us to see Young Master Ling first," Xiao Tian looked at Huang Zhong and said with a smile: "Even if Daoist Yuanfang and I have the means to reach the sky, we haven't seen Young Master Ling before. Don't dare to jump to conclusions."
"Mr. Xiao is right," Huang Zhong nodded when he heard the words, and then said to Xiao Tian and Zuo Ci: "Mr. Xiao, and Mr. Wu Jiao, you can just call my superscript Han Sheng."
"Brother Han Sheng," Xiao Tian smiled at Huang Zhong, "Brother Han Sheng, please take us to see Young Master Ling."
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Wujiao, please come with someone," Huang Zhong nodded at Xiao Tian and walked away.
Xiao Tian and Zuo Ci looked at each other, followed Huang Zhong, and left this forest...
Changsha Juncheng, south of the city.
As the most developed and most prosperous county among the four counties in southern Jing, Changsha county town is no less inferior than some large cities in the Central Plains.
Under Huang Zhong's leadership, Xiao Tian and Zuo Ci walked in along an alley and finally appeared outside a seemingly dilapidated house.
"In recent years, a certain person has been running around for a child's strange disease, even if he sold Nanyang's ancestral property, he was still in a financial situation," Huang Zhong glanced at Xiao Tian and Zuo Ci, and said embarrassingly: "I have been wronged by the two gentlemen."
"It's okay," Xiao Tian waved his hand and whispered softly, "Brother Han Sheng should take us to see Young Master Ling."
Huang Zhong nodded and opened the door. Then a strong smell of medicine came out of the house, and near the window, there was a bed on which was lying an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
The young man’s eyebrows are quite similar to those of Huang Zhong, and both have a heroic aura. Unfortunately, due to his illness and torment, the young man’s face looks very pale and lacks the vitality he should have at his age. A lingering old man on a sick couch.
"Xu'er, Daddy is back," Huang Zhong patted the young man's shoulder lightly, and whispered.
The boy opened his eyes with some difficulty and saw Xiao Tian and Zuo Ci beside Huang Zhong. The boy reluctantly pulled out a smiling face and whispered, "Daddy, are you here?"
The boy's voice was incomprehensibly weak. When Huang Zhong heard the boy's words, his resolute face was twitched a few times and his eyes were a little red.
"Xu'er, these two are Mr. Xiao and Mr. Wujiao, they will definitely heal you!" Huang Zhong squeezed such a sentence from the gap between his teeth, as if he was swearing.