102: Chapter 102 Lost

In the quiet room, the scent of medicine mixed with the smell of blood, lingering persistently.

Lin Yueyao held a bowl of Spirit Medicine, scooped it up with a small spoon, and brought it to Jiang Feng's cracked lips.

The medicinal juice slid down the corners of his mouth, soaking the pillowcase.

Few drops were actually swallowed.

She repeated this over and over, tirelessly.

After several days and nights without sleep, her former Fairy aura had long since vanished. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was supported by only a single thought.

"Sister Yue Yao, go get some rest. Let me do it." Su Wan walked up and softly persuaded.

Lin Yueyao shook her head, her voice hoarse.

"I'm not tired. My husband is like this only because of me..."

She gazed infatuatedly at Jiang Feng, filled with regret, terrified that if she blinked, this man would disappear before her eyes.

Huangfu Yunshang, watching this scene and looking at the worried sisters filling the room, clenched her fists tightly.

"We cannot wait any longer."

Her voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.

"My sister and I will go to Yanjing."

Huangfu Yunshang met everyone's gaze, speaking word by word.

"The Jiang Family needs protection, and my husband needs time. This is the only thing we can do."

They had wanted to wait for Jiang Feng to wake up before leaving, but in his current state, they didn't know when he would wake.

"It's too dangerous!" Su Wan was the first to object. "Yanjing is a dragon's den. You two girls..."

"It's fine."

The one who answered was Huangfu Yunni. She had walked in at some point, dressed in red like fire, but her face was frosted with ice.

"We go to Yanjing often. Besides, both my sister and I are Foundation Establishment Cultivators now, and we have the Sun and Moon Wheels that my husband gave us."

"Furthermore, we are originally from the Huangfu Family. No one can say anything if we go to Yanjing to rely on our relatives. Our target is small, and it won't easily attract the attention of the Qingyun Sect."

She walked to the bedside and took a deep look at the unconscious Jiang Feng.

"My husband has saved our sisters from danger many times. Now, it is time for us to do something for him."

With that said, no one objected anymore.

As the matriarch, Su Wan immediately began to plan for them.

"Do you have a prince in mind for this trip?"

"The Eighth Prince, Yan Wuji." Huangfu Yunshang answered without a moment of hesitation.

"The Eighth Prince?" Su Wan frowned. "I have heard of him. He is only ten years old. Although he has a reputation for virtue, his maternal Family is weak, and he has the shallowest Foundation among the princes. Why choose him?"

Although Su Wan was in the Jiang Residence, she knew the various forces of Great Yan like the back of her hand.

"It is precisely because his Foundation is shallow that he needs us."

Huangfu Yunshang explained, "The other princes have powerful aristocratic families behind them, and some even have the shadow of Golden Core families. If our Jiang Family offers our services now, it would be nothing more than adding flowers to a brocade, and we could be treated as discarded pawns at any time."

"Only by relying on a prince without a Golden Core Family behind him can we provide help in times of need. The Eighth Prince is humble and has great ambitions. As long as Ancestor Jiang Xuan can successfully break through, our Jiang Family will be the Golden Core Family behind him!"

"But I heard..." Yao Shifei interrupted from the side, "The Eighth Prince is a Genius with dual Spirit Roots of Gold and Water and is already at the Late Stage of Qi Refining. According to the ancestral teachings of Great Yan, an emperor cannot possess cultivation. If he wants to seize the throne, he must abolish his own Spiritual Root..."

Once these words were spoken, everyone fell silent again.

Asking a ten-year-old child to destroy his own cultivation and talent, which he was proud of, was incredibly difficult.

"That is precisely why we are his best choice." Huangfu Yunshang's gaze swept over the crowd. "Sister Yao, have you forgotten the mortal shedding pill in my husband's possession?"

That night, under Su Wan's arrangements, the twin sisters quietly left Huoyang Commandery and headed for Yanjing.

The Jiang Family, this boat rocking in the wind and rain, once again split off a force to search for a glimmer of survival in the raging sea.

Days went by.

Jiang Feng still showed no signs of waking up.

Under the cost-no-object infusion of Medicinal Pills from Yao Shifei, his shattered bones and damaged internal organs were healing at an astonishing speed.

This Physical Body was outrageously strong, possessing a terrifying ability for self-repair.

But he just wouldn't wake up.

Yao Shifei's conclusion was that his Divine Soul was damaged, which was difficult to treat with Medicinal Pills; he could only rely on his own will.

Su Wan, Zhang Yuniang, Lin Yueyao, Yao Shifei, and Yuan Chu, apart from tending to Jiang Feng's body every day, took turns sitting by the bed and speaking to him softly.

They talked about the recent situation of the Jiang Family, the business of the Qixia Alchemy Pavilion, and the layout of Huoyang Commandery.

Trying to use their voices to awaken his sleeping consciousness.

This day, it was Yuan Chu's turn.

She gently stroked her protruding lower abdomen, feeling the pulse of the little life inside, her face glowing with maternal tenderness, and her eyes gradually moistened.

These days, another cold voice in her mind had become more and more frequent.

That voice was telling her that her time was almost up.

Yuan Chu had a premonition that she might completely dissipate the moment the child was born.

She looked at Jiang Feng's pale face, and tears finally slid down, dripping onto the back of his hand.

"Husband..."

Her voice was very soft, carrying a trembling plea.

"In just over a month, our child will be born."

"If you don't wake up again, you might not see me."

Endless darkness.

Endless void.

Jiang Feng's consciousness was trapped in a borderless cage; above, below, left, and right, there was only Chaos.

He was lost.

He forgot who he was and forgot why he was here.

Just in this dead silence, a point of purple light suddenly lit up ahead.

In the light, a graceful figure slowly walked over.

She was dressed in a luxurious purple dress, her jade feet bare, and every step she took landed on Jiang Feng's heartbeat.

Her beauty was peerless, and every frown and smile carried a soul-stirring charm.

"Come over..."

She reached out to Jiang Feng, her voice lazy, full of irresistible magic.

Jiang Feng's consciousness was blurry, but his body walked towards her involuntarily.

That place seemed to be his final destination.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch that warmth, a female voice with sobbing tones tore through the darkness like a sharp sword.

"Husband..."

Boom!

Jiang Feng's mind shook violently, and his footsteps stopped.

Husband?

Who is calling me?

The sadness and reluctance in that voice were like a needle, fiercely piercing into the depths of his Divine Soul.

In front of him, a trace of displeasure appeared on the face of the Purple-skirted Woman for the first time.

She parted her red lips, and her seductive voice sounded again: "Ignore her, come to me. I can give you everything you want, including my body."

"If you don't wake up again, you won't see me."

That female voice came again, more desperate, more sorrowful.

In Jiang Feng's blurry consciousness, the image of a woman stroking her lower abdomen, tears streaming down her face, flashed by.

A palpitation originating from the depths of his Bloodline made his whole body tremble violently!

Child...

My child!

"No!!!"

Jiang Feng let out a silent roar, and his chaotic consciousness instantly became clear.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Purple-skirted Woman, and countless memory fragments surged crazily.

Qingyun Sect, Lin Yueyao, nine prisons peak, True Lord Ziyang...

And... Yuan Chu!

"Who are you?!" Jiang Feng roared.

The smile on the Purple-skirted Woman's face faded, cold as frost.

She took a deep look at Jiang Feng, her figure began to become illusory, and finally turned into dots of purple light, dissipating.

Darkness shrouded him again, but this time, in front of Jiang Feng, there was a flickering lamp.

Inside the quiet room.

Yuan Chu was lying on the edge of the bed, tears soaking Jiang Feng's palm.

Just when she was at the height of her sorrow, she suddenly felt that the hand she was holding, the index finger...

Moved slightly.