The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 367 The Wound of the Hidden Palm
"suddenly……"

Suddenly, a thick chill filled the air.

Feng Ling and the others were startled and turned around warily. They saw the source of the cold air and saw two familiar figures sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed and palms facing each other.

With Ji Sheng's Yin energy aiding her, Leng Ning Shuang uncontrollably exuded cold energy, her forehead beaded with a fine layer of cold sweat, and the white veil covering her face, fluttering in the wind, was tinged with a crimson hue.

"Phew! That scared me to death! I thought it was some evil spirit that still had designs on Brother Feng and had come back with a vengeance!"

Seeing that the chilling aura came from two graceful figures sitting cross-legged and practicing their internal energy, everyone lowered their guard.

Feng Ling's heart suddenly jumped, and he strode forward, interrupting and taking over from Ji Sheng.

"Why did you push me away? Can't you see how serious A Leng's injuries are?"

"The cold of Yin is not the same as the cold of frost; the two have different origins. If you wish to practice the method of nourishing cold with cold, you must come to me!"

Feng Ling gave Ji Sheng a cold look.

As he channeled his inner energy to connect with the energy within Leng Ningshuang's body, creating a resonance, Feng Ling casually brought a blood-nourishing pill close to her red lips.

"Gudu."

The sound of a soft swallowing reached my ears.

Feng Ling raised an eyebrow, watching as Leng Ningshuang's eyelashes trembled slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, she swallowed the pill, but pursed her lips. Perhaps she found it too bitter!
"Junior sister...is she injured?"

"Yes. This injury is very serious..."

Slowly retreating to Xiang Qiubai and the others, Ji Sheng nodded, her eyes flickering as she stared intently at Feng Ling, whose brows were gradually furrowing due to Leng Ningshuang's healing. She hesitated several times before speaking.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qiubai, while worried, muttered in confusion, "That shouldn't be the case. Junior Sister has fought the demons with ease and always had the upper hand. She shouldn't be injured this time either!"

"Thump, thump, thud—"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

"Thump, thump! Thump, thump!"

The heartbeat was violent, rapid, and completely erratic, as if the deepest part of my soul was filled with strangely pulsating strings, being constantly plucked by a pair of fiery, sharp demonic claws.

He was completely insane!
"What on earth happened to her?" Feng Ling was utterly shocked.

Through the connection established with the same energy source as the Water Dragon Frost Jade, Feng Ling and Leng Ning Shuang achieved a fusion of their breaths and synchronized their heart rates, but their pulses also became chaotic.

A quarter of an hour later.

Their heartbeats returned to normal, and their pulses stabilized. Feng Ling exhaled a breath of stale air, lowered his eyes to look at Leng Ning Shuang, who looked exhausted as she fell into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

He then gently brushed his gaze across her disheveled black hair by her ear and carefully removed the blood-red white veil.

Beneath the white veil lay a face of unparalleled beauty, capable of captivating a nation. Though a hint of weariness lingered on this face, it possessed a unique, pitiful charm, making it as stunning as ever!
"Ah Leng!"

Suddenly, a shout rang out, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Feng Ling snapped out of her heart-fluttering reverie and saw Ji Sheng leading the group closer.

He quickly flipped his hand and tied a fragrant new veil to the face of the beauty in his arms.

"Hmm?" The fragrance of the veil wafted over, and the green-clad woman, who had been quietly squatting to the side, staring blankly at the scene, subconsciously sniffed it.

She noticed the scent of tulips, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

It wasn't until Feng Ling seemed to notice something and smiled as he extended an arm that she relaxed her brows, tied her arm around his neck, and her clear, bright eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Feng Ling, how is Junior Sister's injury?"

"After the hidden injury was removed, there is no further problem!"

Looking at Xiang Qiubai who was checking on her condition, Feng Ling glanced at Ji Sheng behind him and whispered, "Did you hurt her like this?"

Previously, after Leng Ning Shuang used her Snowfall Divine Skill to repel the demon, she fell into a coma. Feng Ling initially thought it was just ordinary exhaustion, and since the Fallen Demons of Flying Snow and Snow were attacking fiercely, he did not examine her immediately.

When Feng Ling was treating Leng Ningshuang's injuries, he noticed a surge of yin energy in her abdomen shaped like a palm print. Only then did he realize it was a yin palm injury.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)