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Chu Feng winced in distress, picking up the last half of the spirit stone fragment that hadn't been completely drained from the corner and stuffing it into his pocket. "Ancestor, thank you for the scroll!"

He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave.

Just as he turned around to say goodbye, he saw Feng Jiuyou standing beside him, her expression not very good.

Her stunningly beautiful face was slightly pale, and her chest heaved faster than usual.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?"

Feng Jiuyou flicked her sleeve and turned around.

"I am fine."

"You're kidding me, your face is so pale..."

Feng Jiuyou bit her lower lip, seemingly hesitant.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke.

"Last time... although I broke through to a higher realm, there are still some hidden dangers within my body."

Chu Feng moved closer and asked, "What kind of hidden danger?"

"Never mind any hidden dangers; the problem has now manifested and is already affecting the foundation of your cultivation!"

Feng Jiuyou turned her head slightly, her expression quite complex. "If we don't get rid of it in time, it might cause another accidental attack!"

Chu Feng's eyes darted around.

So this is an illness, it needs treatment.

But he pretended not to understand and said anxiously, "That won't do! Ancestor, you are the pillar of the Flowing Cloud Sect. If you fall, won't the thousands of disciples of the sect starve?"

Seeing his reaction, Feng Jiuyou narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly.

"Perhaps, only by relying on your pure Yang power again for a deep harmonization can this disease be completely eradicated."

Chu Feng indicated that he understood what Chu Feng meant.

What is deep harmonization?

This just means you still need to practice dual cultivation.

He was happy inside, but put on a solemn and worried expression.

"Ancestor, why didn't you say so sooner!"

"Your affairs are my affairs! The rise and fall of the sect is the responsibility of every citizen!"

Feng Jiuyou looked at him like this, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly: "I just..."

"Don't say anything, I understand!"

Chu Feng interrupted her directly, clenching his fist and saying, "For the sake of the sect's great cause, for the safety of the ancestor, I, Chu Feng, am willing to disregard personal gain and sacrifice myself!"

Feng Jiuyou's breathing paused slightly, and a blush appeared on her usually cold face.

"Then... let's begin."

Chu Feng chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Ancestor, please take off your clothes. This disciple will begin the treatment now."

The moonlight in the back garden grew increasingly hazy.

Inside Feng Jiuyou's palace, spiritual energy surged and churned.

Chu Feng's two golden cores circulated together, and the Crimson Gold Fire Phoenix Golden Core emitted scorching pure yang power, which flowed continuously into Feng Jiuyou's body through the point where the two were joined.

This force was both domineering and gentle. It traveled through Feng Jiuyou's meridians and didn't find any strange hidden dangers, but whatever, there was something there anyway.

Feng Jiuyou's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her breathing became steady.

"Ancestor, your illness has deep roots; you'll need to be treated several times."

Chu Feng joked as he outputted his power, feeling the two golden cores within his body become more rounded due to this two-way communication.

"Stop whining and focus on your internal energy."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng quickly checked the point where the two were joined: "No, it's not crooked..."

Feng Jiuyou was about to start cursing when Chu Feng suddenly increased his strength, and she quickly hugged Chu Feng's back tightly.

Wherever the pure yang spiritual power passed, Feng Jiuyou felt the chill that had been dormant in her body for many years being gradually driven away.

The bliss that emanated from her very bones made her hum softly.

Chu Feng's mind wandered, and he quickened his pace.

Half an hour later, the tide receded.

Feng Jiuyou straightened her palace attire and resumed her usual aloof demeanor.

She stood at the entrance of the palace, watching Chu Feng slowly and methodically fasten his belt, a complex emotion flashing in her phoenix eyes.

"What happened tonight must not be mentioned to outsiders."

Chu Feng, feeling that his cultivation had risen to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, said with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, Ancestor, this disciple is tight-lipped. I wouldn't tell a thing, even if you beat me to death!"

"If you dare to leak this, I will cripple you."

"Wouldn't that mean the sect would lose a divine healer?"

Chu Feng grinned and leaned closer, "Ancestor, I'll head back now. If you have another episode, just call me anytime. I'm on call 24/7!"

Feng Jiuyou glared at him irritably, then with a flick of her sleeve, she sent Chu Feng flying with a burst of spiritual energy.

"roll!"

Chu Feng transformed into a streak of light and was sent flying back to his cave.

As soon as you enter, a strong medicinal aroma wafts over you.

Hongxiu was carrying a steaming bowl of spiritual soup out of the kitchen.

Xia Hanyan leaned against the stone table, playing with a silk thread in her hand.

"Young master, you're finally back!"

Hongxiu placed the medicinal soup on the table. "Your servant and Sister Xia and I have been brewing this nourishing soup for you all night long. Drink it while it's hot!"

Chu Feng walked over, picked up the bowl, took a sip, and shivered with relief.

"Not bad, Hongxiu, your skills are getting better and better."

Xia Hanyan walked behind him, bent down, and her peach blossom eyes swept over Chu Feng's ear, her eyes full of charming smiles.

"Did Master...go to consult the Ancestor tonight?"

"It seems that the Ancestor's teachings have greatly benefited the Master."

Chu Feng stopped drinking the soup.

He turned to look at Xia Hanyan and smiled slightly.

"You little rascal, your nose is sharper than a dog's."

"This servant saw that Master's complexion was rosy and his spirits were high, so it was obvious that he had been practicing sexual cultivation... no, he had returned from his studies."

Xia Hanyan covered her mouth and chuckled, her two full breasts brushing against Chu Feng's arm, intentionally or unintentionally.

Chu Feng put the empty bowl on the table and pinched Xia Hanyan's waist.

"Stop being so sarcastic."

Hongxiu leaned closer, looking at Chu Feng's satisfied expression, and couldn't help but mutter softly.

"Young master, did you go to seek advice or go on vacation?"

Chu Feng stood up and stretched.

"Win-win, do you understand?"

"Hongxiu doesn't understand."

"That's understandable, little brat. Go to sleep!"

……

The next morning, the fog had not yet lifted.

An uninvited guest had appeared on the stone steps outside Chu Feng's cave.

The newcomer was a burly man, wearing a short purple-black robe, with broad shoulders and back like a wall, and carrying a heavy hammer covered with lightning patterns in his right hand.

As soon as he stood there, the leaves of several nearby spirit bamboos were struck by the lightning and flew everywhere.

Hongxiu had just brought out the spirit porridge when she smelled the burnt smell through the courtyard gate and immediately stopped in her tracks.

"Young master, it seems there's someone who's not to be trifled with outside."

Chu Feng leaned against the osmanthus tree, too lazy to even lift his head upon hearing this.

"Which of the people who come here are easy to mess with?"

Xia Hanyan sat beside her, a strand of hair twirling between her fingers, her peach blossom eyes glancing towards the door.

"Late-stage Golden Core Peak, with a profound aura, he cultivates thunder magic."

"oh."

Chu Feng put down the bowl and casually touched the two Heavenly Abyss Tokens at his waist.

"Another one."