Free Web NovelChapter 463: Chapter 235: Together Forever (Part 2)
Now that they’ve hidden inside the mansion, even if a Divine Sect expert descends, Jiang Feng can stand beneath the stone statue and use the Dragon Bone Bow to repel them.
No need to be anxious.
"Alright. No matter how painful it gets this time, don’t stop."
Han Dong said with relief.
The two of them sat down together under the stone statue.
Jiang Feng’s spiritual power once again entered Han Dong’s body.
He piled food and various daily necessities from the Qinglong Cauldron beside the statue, then used the cauldron to cover above their heads, while focusing all his strength on expelling the Cyan Snake Cold Qi from Han Dong’s body.
"Hmm?"
After just a while, Han Dong’s face was contorted with pain, her clothes soaked in cold sweat, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her lips were so pale they had no trace of blood.
But she gritted her teeth, stubbornly enduring that feeling like her flesh was being peeled away.
Eventually, a layer of frost appeared over Han Dong’s body, and she lost control, collapsing into Jiang Feng’s arms.
"Sister Dong!"
Jiang Feng hurriedly caught Han Dong, stopping his effort to drive out the Cyan Snake Cold Qi and instead used his spiritual power to nourish Han Dong’s body, preventing her from freezing to death.
"Jiang Feng, why don’t you just kill me with one palm?"
Han Dong said weakly.
Her fingers were frozen stiff.
"Sister Dong, don’t say such things. I was too impatient. I’ll slowly drive the cold out of you."
Jiang Feng comforted her.
Han Dong smiled faintly, eyelids heavy as if weighed by a thousand catties, and sank into a deep sleep in Jiang Feng’s arms.
Jiang Feng then wrapped Han Dong’s body with spiritual power, gradually restoring some color to her cheeks.
Gazing at Han Dong asleep against his chest, Jiang Feng fell into a daze; just held her like that, not willing to set her down.
Unconsciously, Jiang Feng noticed Han Dong’s scent growing stronger; especially her cherry lips, becoming more and more alluring.
He couldn’t help but lower his head.
When his face was about to touch Han Dong’s, the sleeping Han Dong slowly opened her eyes, awakened by Jiang Feng’s hurried breathing.
"What are you trying to do?"
Han Dong asked.
Her body was weak, wrapped in Jiang Feng’s arms, unable to move.
"Uh... I... I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up, so I wanted to give you a breath of Lifebound True Essence that I’ve cultivated for years."
Jiang Feng mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
"I don’t need it, you keep it for yourself."
Han Dong furrowed her brow—she’d never even heard of Lifebound True Essence. Could such a thing really be gifted?
Jiang Feng hesitated.
He kept holding Han Dong.
After Han Dong woke, she didn’t push him away.
So his breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Seriously, what’s wrong with you?"
Jiang Feng’s breath was so hot against Han Dong’s body, she felt it was like fire; she even wondered if Jiang Feng had lost control of his cultivation.
"Sister Dong."
Jiang Feng swallowed, then moved his lips toward Han Dong’s cherry mouth.
Han Dong’s eyes widened.
She was obviously completely unprepared.
Jiang Feng forcefully pried open Han Dong’s mouth, thinking to himself, if Han Dong pushed him away, he’d immediately let go and let her decide what to do.
All the way from Zhenbei Prison, they had gone through so much together.
After he faked his death, Han Dong even slept at his grave for a whole night. Now they were together again, hiding within this eerie Divine Sect Mansion to escape danger.
How long they’d have to stay together, Jiang Feng didn’t know.
But Jiang Feng knew he owed Han Dong an answer.
Would they keep on as siblings?
Maintaining respectful distance in the confined space under the statue?
Or break through this boundary, becoming deeply entwined and enduring hardship together?
But Jiang Feng had forgotten that Han Dong’s hands were frozen stiff and couldn’t push him away. When her blood surged and she returned from the edge, Han Dong also lost control, completely entangled with Jiang Feng.
This was Jiang Feng’s most comfortable day in the Divine Sect Mansion.
The next day, Han Dong lay weakly on the bedding, while Jiang Feng was helping her expel the Cyan Snake Cold Qi.
"Shouldn’t you rest for a while first?"
Han Dong said.
She was lying on the bedding, unable to move, not only because they’d gone wild the night before, but also due to the effects of the Cyan Snake Cold Qi.
Although the Qinglong Cauldron separated them from it,
the Cyan Snake Cold Qi was planted in Han Dong by the Cyan Snake King, who was always trying to use it to trigger a backlash in Han Dong’s body,
to force Jiang Feng to leave the Divine Sect Mansion.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng stayed by Han Dong’s side, using not only the Qinglong Cauldron as protection, but also expelling the Cyan Snake Cold Qi from her body bit by bit with spiritual power.
Guarding day and night, he thwarted the Cyan Snake King’s plan.
Time flew by.
So seven days passed.
Finally, the last trace of Cyan Snake Cold Qi in Han Dong’s body was completely driven out by Jiang Feng.
She sat up from the blood-stained bedding, and Jiang Feng taught her the Yangchun Technique, enabling Han Dong to convert the remaining spiritual power in her body for her own use.
Now that he was with Han Dong, naturally Jiang Feng hoped she could become a cultivator and greatly extend her lifespan, so they could be together for much longer.
Outside the mansion—
"Brat, do you think Han Dong will be safely alright just because you cleared away the Cyan Snake Cold Qi I left in her?"
The Cyan Snake King was hiding in the shadows.
This was the Divine Sect’s territory.
He didn’t dare show himself.
Could only plot from behind the scenes.
Now, outside the Divine Sect Mansion, Li Yang and the Yun Gui Sect’s Dharma King, as well as Elder Wang from the Divine Sect and others were standing guard.
In addition, groups of loose cultivators from all directions were running over.
The news was out that Jiang Feng, with the Dragon Bone Bow, was hiding in the Divine Sect Mansion again.
He had deliberately spread this news himself.
The goal: to throw the Divine Sect into chaos.
The Cyan Snake Cold Qi being expelled by Jiang Feng immediately triggered him; with a cold snort, he transformed into Xiao Qing and hid inside a tree, watching every movement outside the Divine Sect Mansion with icy eyes.
"Pfft!"
Inside the mansion—
Han Dong, meditating in the lotus position,
suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Sister Dong!"
Jiang Feng, who was checking his status panel, was shocked and rushed to inspect Han Dong’s condition.
"Cyan Snake King, you’re asking for death!"
Jiang Feng sent his spiritual power into Han Dong’s body and found that a fissure had formed in her internal organs, and within it hid a strand of Cyan Snake Cold Qi.
This strand of cold Qi had already fused into Han Dong’s own bloodline, essentially impossible to remove and slowly worsening, trying to force open all her internal organs so they’d rupture and kill her.
Such a vicious method nearly drove Jiang Feng to break out and kill the Cyan Snake King.
"Don’t forget, you need to break through before dealing with those outside."
Han Dong grabbed Jiang Feng by the collar, refusing to let him act recklessly.
"Sister Dong, don’t practice the Yangchun Technique for now."
Jiang Feng found the Yangchun Technique wasn’t helping Han Dong; not because it was weak, but because Han Dong was only a Postnatal Martial Artist—at this stage, training Yangchun Technique would yield little progress and could even worsen her condition.
He could only act personally, helping Han Dong stabilize her injury. In the days ahead, Han Dong probably wouldn’t be able to train anymore.
He knew Han Dong was obsessed with martial arts.
Not being able to train was a cruel blow to Han Dong.
"Alright, perfect time for a break anyway."
Han Dong was extremely clever—even she could see the fissure in her internal organs when she examined herself. This kind of internal injury was deadly; even Jiang Feng as a cultivator might not be able to save her. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Yet in front of Jiang Feng, she stayed optimistic, not showing a trace of discouragement.
"I’ll get you out of here soon."
Jiang Feng’s face was full of pain for her.
He immediately checked his status panel:
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 2,756,612
Cultivation Technique: Yangchun Technique (Great Perfection)
Skills: Flame Saber (Mastery+) Wind Control (Mastery+) Five Elements Array (Beginner+) Sword Control Technique (Beginner+) Thousand Faces (Perfection+) Mysterious Nether Spear Technique (Perfection)
Realm: Qi Condensation (Eighth Layer)
Divine Power: Immortality
"I’ve already trained the Yangchun Technique to its limit. If I want to keep advancing, I need a new cultivation technique. This Red Book—I got it here. When I was at Fourth-Layer Qi Condensation, I couldn’t even look at it directly. Now, I wonder if my current strength can add it to my status panel?"
Jiang Feng took out the Red Book, muttering to himself.
Han Dong’s condition drove him to urgently seek more power. The Divine Sect Mansion wasn’t a permanent refuge. As more and more people gathered outside, especially when a Great Power from the Divine Sect appeared, there’d be danger however much they kept hiding.
