122: Chapter 122 Clan Chief, Please Help Me Cultivate!

In the scalding Nirvana divine liquid, golden bubbles continuously surged.

"Mmm..."

The moment Xu Chen's explosive male body pressed tightly against her, Feng Jiuyou could not help but let out a suppressed moan.

It was not because of pain.

Rather, it was an extremely complex sensory impact she had never experienced before.

Xu Chen's body was like a red-hot branding iron, carrying a domineering Grandmist Yang Qi, fiercely imprinting itself upon her delicate body, which had been eroded by cold toxins for years and was chilling to the bone.

This extreme collision of cold and heat made her tremble all over, and a layer of alluring crimson instantly flushed across her originally pale skin.

"So hot..."

Feng Jiuyou subconsciously wanted to push him away, but when her hands pressed against Xu Chen's chest, it turned into a soft gesture of wanting to refuse yet still welcoming him.

She could clearly feel that the vast, sea-like vital energy within Xu Chen was continuously seeping into her body through their skin contact, greedily devouring the cold toxins that had tormented her for tens of thousands of years.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

It was just like a person frozen in the dead of winter suddenly being embraced by a warm furnace.

"Can't take it already?"

Xu Chen looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes misty with allure, having long lost any trace of a queen's airs, and a wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He was not in a hurry to take the next step, but instead deliberately and mischievously restrained his aura a little.

"Since you find it hot, should I move further away?"

As he spoke, he made a move to loosen his arms.

"No... don't!"

Feng Jiuyou panicked instantly.

The moment that warmth left, the bone-chilling coldness returned, making her feel an unprecedented sense of emptiness and panic.

She almost instinctively reached out her arms, tightly hugging Xu Chen's neck, hanging onto him like an octopus, wishing she could knead herself into his very bones and blood.

"Don't go... I beg you..."

Feng Jiuyou's voice carried a crying tone, and those usually arrogant phoenix eyes were now filled with pleading.

"Xu Chen, save me..."

"I want to live... I want to leave an heir for the Divine Phoenix Clan..."

Boom!

Just at this moment.

Perhaps because her emotions were too agitated, it affected her inner Origin. The ball of extreme cold Evil Qi that had been lurking in her heart suddenly erupted without warning, like an enraged Vicious Beast!

Crack! Crack!

The originally scalding and boiling Nirvana pool water actually began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless dark blue ice shards pierced out from Feng Jiuyou's body, instantly freezing her into an ice sculpture. That terrifying cold aura even spread along Xu Chen's arms, wanting to devour him as well.

"Not good!"

Xu Chen's expression changed slightly.

He could feel Feng Jiuyou's vitality rapidly fading. This cold toxin had been accumulating for tens of thousands of years; once it erupted, it was even more terrifying than a Saint tribulation.

"Damn it, this is no cold toxin, this is clearly a Heavenly Dao curse!"

Xu Chen did not dare to delay, immediately circulating the Primordial Creation Technique. His inner Qi and blood were like a dragon, purple divine light radiating from his body, forcibly shattering the ice on his arms.

But he discovered that relying solely on this method of transferring spiritual power externally was too inefficient.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi entered Feng Jiuyou's body, it was dispersed by the overwhelming cold aura and could not reach her Origin core at all.

If this continued, in less than half a quarter of an hour, this Demon Realm queen would perish.

"Cold... so cold..."

Inside the ice, Feng Jiuyou's consciousness had begun to blur.

She felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, surrounded by darkness, with only the man before her emitting the only light.

That was her only hope.

"Xu Chen..."

She used her last ounce of strength to kiss Xu Chen's lips.

Cold, stiff, yet carrying a resolute demand.

She was instinctively craving Yang Qi, craving life.

"What a deadly enchantress."

Feeling the cold touch on his lips, as well as the clumsy yet passionate sucking, the fire in Xu Chen's eyes was finally completely ignited.

Since conventional methods cannot save you.

Then I can only use unconventional methods.

Anyway... this is what you just begged me for yourself.

"Feng Jiuyou, listen well."

Xu Chen suddenly gripped the back of her head, deepening the kiss, his domineering Hongmeng Purple Qi following the entanglement of their lips and teeth, forcibly blasting open her teeth.

"If you want to live, then endure it for me."

"The following treatment process might be a little... painful."

As the words fell.

Xu Chen no longer hesitated.

In this Nirvana pool of ice and fire, at this critical juncture of life and death, he chose the most primitive and also the most compliant method of saving someone according to the Heavenly Dao—

Yin and Yang harmonization!

"Mmm—!!!"

A shrill and high-pitched Phoenix cry instantly pierced through the thick ice layer, resounding throughout the entire geocentric cavern.

Pain!

For Feng Jiuyou, who had been single for thirty thousand years and had never experienced human affairs, this sudden intrusion was like being pierced through the body by a red-hot sharp sword.

Rumble!

That force of supreme Yang, containing the aura of the beginning of heaven and earth and the Origin of all things, instantly rushed into her body, sweeping away all cold toxins with overwhelming force!

What extreme cold Evil Qi?

What Heavenly Dao curse?

In front of the Hongmeng Creation Body, they are all just nourishment!

"Ah..."

Feng Jiuyou's originally painful expression gradually relaxed, replaced by a kind of bliss that felt like the sublimation of the Soul.

She felt the Divine Phoenix Bloodline within her, which had long since dried up, was crazily reviving.

Those drops of blood that had been silent for tens of thousands of years were ignited!

Roar—! Chirp—!

Above the cavern, Dragon roars and Phoenix cries echoed.

A huge purple-gold Taiji diagram appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating.

And in the center of that Yin and Yang fish, Xu Chen and Feng Jiuyou were tightly embracing.

The man's dominance and the woman's tenderness perfectly merged at this moment.

The ice layer shattered, turning into crystal-clear powder filling the sky.

The Nirvana pool water boiled again, even hotter and more dazzling than before.

"Xu... Chen..."

Feng Jiuyou's eyes were misty, her ten fingers deeply embedded into Xu Chen's back, her voice broken and trembling.