Infuse Spiritual Power

A chill assailed his face, but Xiao Feng paid it no mind, his gaze fixed intently on the figure in the coffin.

Inside the ice coffin, a woman of exquisite beauty lay quietly, her face peaceful, as if she were merely asleep.

Xiao Feng's gaze lingered on her, his eyes revealing complex emotions.

His fingers gently brushed Senior Sister's cheek, feeling the icy touch.

Liu Qisheng stood to the side, carefully observing Xiao Feng's every move.

He noticed a hint of tenderness flash in Xiao Feng's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

However, when his fingers touched Senior Sister's wrist, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Impossible..." Xiao Feng murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He checked carefully again, but the result still tore at his heart.

Senior Sister's pulse, unbelievably, had no fluctuation whatsoever.

Xiao Feng's expression instantly froze, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

His hand trembled slightly, gripping Senior Sister's hand tightly, as if trying to convey a trace of warmth through it.

However, the cold reality was like a sharp blade, mercilessly piercing his heart.

"Senior Sister..." Xiao Feng's voice was filled with pain.

His eyes were slightly red, but he stubbornly refused to let tears fall.

Liu Qisheng watched the changes in Xiao Feng's expression, and his heart tightened.

He saw Xiao Feng's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the force.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, which was immediately replaced by deep sorrow.

"Brother Xiao..." Liu Qisheng hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Is it...?"

Xiao Feng did not answer, but slowly turned around, his gaze deep.

Looking into his eyes, Liu Qisheng couldn't help but shiver.

Xiao Feng slowly shook his head, his gaze falling on the crystal-clear ice coffin. After a moment, his emotions returned to normal.

"Don't worry, the ice coffin can temporarily maintain a person's vital signs. Senior Sister will be fine."

The ice coffin emitted a faint blue light, as if an invisible force was flowing within it.

Through the translucent coffin lid, one could vaguely see Zhao Yuwei's peaceful face, like a sleeping Fairy.

This miraculous ice coffin could not only preserve a person's vitality but also isolate all harmful external influences, making it a supreme treasure of the Cultivation World.

Zhao Yuwei opened her eyes in the coffin and nodded slightly, acknowledging Xiao Feng's words.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a dizzying sensation.

"Xiao Feng, I..." Before she could finish, she coughed up blood.

Xiao Feng noticed that Zhao Yuwei's face was even paler than before, her lips had lost their color, and faint dark circles had appeared under her eyelids. Her breathing seemed as if it could cease at any moment.

Liu Qisheng was startled by this sudden turn of events: "Brother Xiao, what's going on?"

Xiao Feng quickly checked Zhao Yuwei's condition, and his face changed drastically.

"Not good! The sealing power on Senior Sister has already been almost completely absorbed!"

The sealing power was a mysterious force originally used to suppress powerful demons. Once it entered the human body, it would be like a parasite, constantly eroding the host's life force.

Normally, this power would take months or even years to be completely absorbed by the human body.

However, the sealing power within Zhao Yuwei was depleted in just a few days, which far exceeded Xiao Feng's expectations.

"Damn it!" Xiao Feng cursed inwardly.

He knew that once the sealing power was completely absorbed, Zhao Yuwei's life would rapidly drain away.

Without time to think further, Xiao Feng immediately turned around and carefully picked up the weakened Zhao Yuwei.

His movements were gentle, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Xiao Feng could feel the coldness of Zhao Yuwei's body, and a wave of heartache and self-reproach surged within him.

"Senior Sister, don't be afraid, I will definitely save you." He swore to himself in his heart.

Holding Zhao Yuwei, Xiao Feng walked towards the ice coffin without hesitation.

He carefully placed Senior Sister inside, and then followed her in himself.

Although the space inside the ice coffin was limited, it wasn't crowded with two people.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Spirit Energy within his body.

Threads of golden light were seen slowly flowing out from his palms, Entanglement like silk threads around Zhao Yuwei.

As the Spirit Energy was injected, Zhao Yuwei's pale face gradually regained a trace of color, and her breathing also became more stable.

"Senior Sister, hold on!" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, continuously increasing the Spirit Energy output.

He could feel his life force rapidly draining away, but at this moment, he couldn't worry about that.

Liu Qisheng watched this miraculous scene. He thought to himself, "Brother Xiao is willing to expend his own essence to save Senior Sister. This kind of friendship is truly admirable."

Thinking of this, he didn't say another word and voluntarily hoisted the ice coffin onto his shoulder, walking forward.

"Brother Xiao, you focus on healing. I'll carry this ice coffin, let's hurry!"

Liu Qisheng said as he walked, his tone filled with determination.

Xiao Feng nodded slightly, continuing to focus on transmitting Spirit Energy.

He knew that the only hope now was to find the River of Longevity as quickly as possible.

That was a legendary and miraculous place, said that by soaking in it for three days and three nights, one could cure all illnesses and even bring the dead back to life.

"River of Longevity..." Liu Qisheng murmured, "I didn't expect such a miraculous place to actually exist in this world."

His heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation, and his steps quickened a few points.

Just then, a snow-white homing pigeon suddenly descended from the sky and landed steadily on Xiao Feng's shoulder.

This homing pigeon was pure white all over.

Xiao Feng was startled, and carefully removed the small paper note tied to the homing pigeon's leg.

Xiao Feng reached out and took the note. Opening it, his brows furrowed slightly.

It turned out that because the matter of the Great Hall had become known, many people in the martial world had started to hunt down Xiao Feng.

Facing this sudden threat, Xiao Feng appeared unusually calm.

He had long been accustomed to this life of swords and shadows, and there was not the slightest ripple in his heart about being hunted.

Xiao Feng casually crumpled the paper note into a ball and tossed it aside. The paper ball drew a graceful arc in the air.

Liu Qisheng saw Xiao Feng's action, and a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He secretly praised, "Brother Xiao is truly too cool!"

With this feeling of respect, Liu Qisheng followed closely behind Xiao Feng, afraid of missing any of his actions.

Just then, a faint sound suddenly came, and Xiao Feng immediately turned around alertly.

Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire body instantly tensed, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the surrounding environment.

The sound came from a patch of dense grass not far away.

This patch of grass was lush and green, about a person's height or more. As the breeze blew, the grass blades swayed gently, making a rustling sound.