At this moment, Zhang Feng was actually in pain inside.
Because Qin Huan's body was just too cold.
Even colder than Ma Xiaotong's corpse.
If considered from a normal medical perspective, Qin Huan in this state was beyond saving and definitely doomed to die.
But Zhang Feng absolutely could not let Qin Huan just die like this in front of him!
Because he knew, the reason Qin Huan was in this predicament was entirely because of him.
If not for him back then....
Forget it, saying these things now is already too late.
What Zhang Feng needs to do now is to give it his all, to think of a way to pull Qin Huan back from the brink of death.
He fully activated the Inner Qi of his Dantian.
All of his Inner Qi converged towards Qin Huan's body.
Of course, Zhang Feng couldn't just pour all of his Dantian's Inner Qi into Qin Huan's body at once.
If he did that, Qin Huan's body would just explode on the spot.
At that point, it would truly be beyond saving.
Zhang Feng, with his immense power, precisely controlled his Dantian's Inner Qi, transforming it into a gentle and soft force, flowing into Qin Huan's meridians.
First, he separated a current of energy, wrapping all of Qin Huan's internal organs.
Then, he used his Inner Qi to carefully comb through Qin Huan's meridians bit by bit.
Slowly, he softened Qin Huan's already frozen blood vessels and gradually melted the nearly solidified blood inside!
This was an extremely lengthy process, and it was extremely exhausting for Zhang Feng himself!
By now, a fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
This wasn't just a depletion of Spiritual Qi; it was also a drain on Zhang Feng's attention and Spiritual Power.
One could say, from the crossing over until now.
Even the previous exhaustion due to casting Palm Thunder wasn't as taxing on Zhang Feng as this is now!
But Zhang Feng knew he couldn't stop, nor could he give up.
This was a promise Zhang Feng made to Qin Huan's father, Qin Hai.
Similarly, it was also a promise Zhang Feng made to himself.
If even such a promise couldn't be fulfilled, what kind of man would he be, and what right would he have to inherit the position of Celestial Master?
As time passed, the sky outside gradually began to darken.
Meanwhile, Zhang Feng's expression grew increasingly solemn.
He tightly embraced Qin Huan's cold body, trembling slightly.
He even gritted his teeth and couldn't help but murmur:
"Hurry, a little faster...."
His gaze occasionally glanced out the window.
Zhang Feng, at this moment, seemed to be worried about something.
However.
Although Zhang Feng was extremely anxious, his control over his powers showed no sign of impatience.
It was very smooth and steady.
Because he knew, at this moment, he absolutely couldn't mess up.
If he did, causing secondary harm to Qin Huan, there would be no way at all.
But, over time.
The sky no longer retained any trace of the sun's presence.
And just in that instant.
Zhang Feng clearly felt the temperature in the hotel room suddenly plummet at a single moment!
This drop in temperature completely defied scientific explanation.
After sunset, while the temperature on the ground might begin to drop, it would never fall so much in such a short moment, almost instantaneously.
At this moment, Zhang Feng's gaze towards the window contained a cold glint.
Behind the cold glint was a deep seriousness.
This state lasted for about three minutes.
Zhang Feng, holding Qin Huan tightly, unexpectedly spoke up at this moment.
His voice was extremely low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable tone:
"You have come to the wrong place."
This sudden self-talk.
If there were others in the room, they would surely think Zhang Feng had gone mad, not knowing who he was talking to.
Yet right beside the bed where Zhang Feng and Qin Huan lay.
Two robed figures appeared.
These figures were pitch black, their faces indiscernible, as was everything else.
But the intensely cold aura in the room was emitted precisely from these two figures.
Moreover, the figures seemed to lack any substance.
They were faintly transparent, and one could even see the scenery behind them through their bodies.
Worth mentioning is that both figures were holding long chains in their hands.
The chains were rusty and appeared to be quite old, although their material was unknown to Zhang Feng, he never doubted their durability.
Zhang Feng's words were clearly directed at these two spontaneously appearing, semi-transparent figures.
Upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, the two figures slowly glanced at each other.
Then they simultaneously shook their heads.
Both figures lifted their chains toward Zhang Feng on the bed.
To be precise, they moved toward Qin Huan held by Zhang Feng.
However, Zhang Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he immediately let out a low roar:
"Get lost!"
"Puff! Puff!" Two muffled sounds rang.
Although imperceptible to the naked eye, Zhang Feng could see.
The chains in the hands of those two figures suddenly sparked brightly.
It was as if something had slammed into the figures, causing them to fly backward uncontrollably.
They barely managed to stabilize themselves by the window.
The two phantoms looked down at the chains in their hands in shock.
Their eyes met again.
Finally, there was a sign they were about to speak.
One figure slowly stepped forward, gently placing down the chain, then addressed Zhang Feng:
"Celestial Master Zhang?"
"You should not appear in this world!"
That voice, it was so... indescribable.
But it certainly gave a spine-chilling, unfathomable feeling.
However!
This statement seemed to reveal some earth-shattering secret!
Luckily, only Zhang Feng could hear this voice.
Listening to the voice of the phantom, Zhang Feng still tightly held Qin Huan, using his power to warm her body.
But he did not forget to respond to the phantom:
"Why I appear in this world, I am very curious too."
"But no matter what, today I am here, you will not take her away!"
Honestly.
The scene right now.
It had gone beyond the modern world, wasn't even akin to cultivation, nor did it belong to the fantasy realm.
It had reached the level of mythology!
But such a scene was genuinely occurring in this small hotel room.
The two phantoms, hearing Zhang Feng's firm voice, exchanged another look. The other phantom stepped forward and spoke gravely to Zhang Feng:
"Celestial Master Zhang."
"You should understand, right?"
"We are merely following orders, please don't make it difficult for us."
Yet who would have thought, listening to these words, Zhang Feng's face would actually show a hint of a smile, containing a touch of scorn, as he said:
"Today, I am making it difficult for you!"
"You!"
The two phantoms were clearly provoked by Zhang Feng's words.
With a "whoosh!" they raised the chains they had just put down.
Adopting a stance, as if ready to engage Zhang Feng directly.
However, one phantom's next words caused Zhang Feng's eyes to narrow sharply, revealing a look of disbelief.
The first phantom to step forward solemnly said:
"Coming to this world, your power suppressed to less than one percent of its original, can you stop us?!"
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