437: Chapter 447 The Test of Willpower!

Inside the private compartment of the star boat, the atmosphere was enchanting.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, it seems the cold poison in your body is much more severe than I imagined!"

Su Feng's expression turned extraordinarily solemn, his brows tightly locked as if he had encountered the most tricky medical problem.

Yet the movements of his hands did not pause in the slightest, as Pure Yang Qi flowed continuously from his fingertips into those jade-white meridians.

"So severe?!"

Zhu Nanrong's eyes flickered with doubt and shock. Feeling that unprecedented scorching heat, her breathing involuntarily sped up a bit.

"That's right."

Su Feng said with a straight face.

"This cold poison has long penetrated deep into the bone marrow and is far too deeply entangled with your Winter Bloodline. I'm afraid a single treatment cannot solve the problem at all; today we can only eliminate the most superficial cold poison. As for the deep-seated affliction... I'm afraid it will require several courses of treatment."

"Then... then I must trouble Fellow Daoist Su..."

Seeing that Su Feng spoke so professionally and seriously, and his facial expression didn't reveal even a trace of a flaw,

what else could Zhu Nanrong do? This was an upright gentleman who could even pierce through the Seven-Colored Illusions; she could only choose to trust him unconditionally!

"Alright, a doctor has the heart of a parent. Next, listen to me. First sit cross-legged and remove your outer robe; I need to seal the major acupoints on your back..."

Su Feng reluctantly let go of his hands and started his solemn-looking next step of the treatment plan.

...

Half a day later.

The door of the star boat's room opened, and Su Feng walked out briskly from the room where Zhu Nanrong was located.

He closed the door behind him, wiped the sweat that didn't actually exist on his forehead, and took a deep breath of the cold air outside.

"This won't do... If I keep pressing like this, the overlord will really refuse to be suppressed!"

Su Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

For someone who had just ended Sage Mode, this half-day of treatment was simply a form of torture!

Zhu Nanrong's ice-muscle and jade-bones, which had been tempered by the extreme cold rules all year round, coupled with her strained look after the Pure Yang Qi entered her body, almost made Su Feng break his precepts on the spot.

But he knew very well that now was definitely not a good time to force himself on her.

Although Zhu Nanrong was no ordinary woman, as a powerhouse of the Great Emperor Realm, her Dao Heart was extremely firm and could never be completely conquered by a momentary impulse.

Su Feng had absolute confidence that, relying on this exclusive unique skill, he would boil the frog in warm water within three years and make her completely surrender.

Haste makes waste.

Su Feng hurried back to his own room, sat cross-legged, and circulated his immortal power to forcibly suppress the restless evil fire within his body.

And just the moment he closed the door,

in the next room, Zhu Nanrong, lying on the jade bed, instantly covered her burning cheeks tightly with both hands like a startled ostrich!

"Good heavens..."

Zhu Nanrong bit her lips tightly, her whole body feeling as if countless tiny ants were slowly crawling across it.

The Winter Bloodline, which should have been as freezing as ice, at this moment felt as if boiling magma had been forcefully injected into it. Waves of strange, scorching heat frantically coursed through her body, making her unable to help but tremble.

"It's a good thing I gritted my teeth and held back earlier without making a sound... Otherwise, I would have died of embarrassment!"

Zhu Nanrong never expected that Su Feng's so-called treatment plan would turn out to be such a shameful method.

She felt that even her Soul was no longer clean...

"But... he said just now that there are still several courses of treatment... What about next time..."

The moment she thought about having to go through this agonizing treatment again soon, Zhu Nanrong instantly fell into deep entanglement and inexplicable... anticipation.

To dispel those blush-inducing images in her mind, Zhu Nanrong hurriedly closed her eyes and forcefully circulated the ultimate Cultivation Technique of the Winter clan, attempting to suppress the restless and strange feeling inside her body.

However,

the moment the Cultivation Technique began to circulate, Zhu Nanrong abruptly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with shock!

She looked inside her own body in disbelief.

She discovered that the cold poison of tens of thousands of years within her body was now practically imperceptible!

What shocked her even more was that the circulation speed of her Cultivation Technique...

had actually increased by a full ten percent!

Zhu Nanrong was terribly startled by this terrifying discovery.

One must know that at the level of the Great Emperor Realm, even the slightest bit of progress required tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of grinding.

Yet Su Feng's mere half-day of Pure Yang Qi actually rivaled her bitter cultivation of a hundred thousand years?!

"Pure Yang Sacred Body... This is simply the nemesis of my Winter Bloodline!"

Zhu Nanrong looked at that tightly closed door with a complicated expression, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The other party was a peerless upright gentleman who could always treat her with an unchanged expression even when she was half-undressed in front of him!

Yet just now, she had actually given birth to blasphemous thoughts toward such a person of high integrity?

"Zhu Nanrong, oh Zhu Nanrong, you are the Empress of Winter, you must restrain yourself!"

The Empress took a deep breath and secretly admonished herself in her heart.

...

On the other side.

Su Feng, who had barely suppressed his fire, took out the archaic tiankui mirror from his storage space.

Counting the time, several days had already passed since that battle in the secluded valley.

Empress Fanyin, who had taken away Old Master Jin, should have already returned to her own territory by now.

Su Feng was full of curiosity about this most mysterious empress of the Brilliant Star Domain.

He wanted to see what kind of powerful demeanor this Empress Fanyin truly possessed in her original form.

When Su Feng poured boundless spiritual power into the tiankui mirror,

this time, the tiankui mirror did not split into hundreds of small monitoring screens as usual, but instead converged all its energy into a super-large, clear light screen.

The images shifted.

Vaulting over the endless Brilliant Star Sea, they finally locked onto a mysterious Star Domain surrounded by tens of thousands of radiant stars, as beautiful as a dream-like illusion.

Every single star here circulated a profound Fanyin Dao rhythm, as if the entire Star Domain were chanting ancient Buddhist scriptures.

This was the Brilliant Star Sea!

The perspective of the image continuously zoomed in, and finally, deep within a golden ocean condensed from pure Dao rules, it discovered the location of Empress Fanyin.

However, this area was already obscured by a dense layer of golden mist, and with the routine probing capability of the tiankui mirror, it was actually unable to see the true appearance inside.

"There's some trick to it, but not much."

Su Feng sneered, and his immortal power erupted with a boom.

Within his eyes, double-pupil phantoms suddenly emerged!

Under the blessing of the double pupils' Divine Might that could see through all illusions,

the layer of golden mist in the light screen began to slowly fade and dissipate like boiling snow.

Finally, the mist cleared completely, revealing the true appearance within.

"Hiss——!"

Su Feng merely glanced at it, and his eyes instantly widened straight. The fire he had just suppressed flared right back up.

Beholding within that golden ocean condensed from Dao rules,

Empress Fanyin, who was inviolable in front of outsiders, was currently floating quietly within the pool water.

As the ripples of the water swayed,

a few strands of golden long hair scattered across the water surface like seaweed, and upon that flawless, delicate body—a masterpiece of perfection—

wasn't wearing a single thread?