Feng Zihuang was afflicted with an extremely potent poison.
If Jin Lin wished to use his own dragon energy to detoxify him, he would have to continuously channel his dragon energy through Feng Zihuang’s back, piercing through flesh and bone to directly infuse it into his heart.
The dragon energy would enter the heart, then spread through the blood vessels connected to it, slowly diffusing throughout the body, gradually forcing the toxins to the surface of the skin before finally expelling them from the body.
This process required an immense amount of dragon energy, and there could be no pause in between!
By the time Jin Lin helped Feng Zihuang expel the poison, his own precious aquatic dragon energy would be nearly depleted.
Once the Dragon King of the aquatic clan lost his dragon energy, his magical cultivation would also vanish.
Meanwhile, Feng Zihuang would ironically benefit from this misfortune.
Thanks to the nourishment of Jin Lin’s dragon energy, his body and magical cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds in a short time!
Shui Liu watched with gritted teeth as his lord continuously poured his dragon energy into Feng Zihuang’s body.
As Jin Lin’s power waned, the golden barrier that had been blocking Shui Liu also grew increasingly fragile, until it finally dissipated entirely.
With the obstacle gone, Shui Liu collapsed to the ground.
It was too late…
Everything was too late. At this point, he could no longer stop his lord.
If he forcibly interrupted Jin Lin while he was transferring dragon energy to the Feather King, Jin Lin would immediately suffer a qi deviation.
Losing dragon energy could be slowly recovered over a thousand years.
But if he suffered a qi deviation, his lord would truly become a cripple!
Shui Liu seemed to have lost all support. If possible, what he wished for most was a blade that could sever the threads of affection…
That way, his lord would never fall for anyone again, nor would he ever sacrifice so much for anyone…
As his life force dwindled, Jin Lin’s originally ruddy complexion grew increasingly pale.
Zi Qu Shengjun’s eyes remained fixed on Jin Lin, ready to intervene immediately if anything went wrong.
Before long, a plume of black smoke emerged from Feng Zihuang’s body—a sign that the poison had been expelled.
Jin Lin felt a surge of relief.
He had thought he would have to exhaust all his dragon energy to save Feng Zihuang, who was deeply poisoned and on the verge of death.
Yet, to his surprise, after using only half of his dragon energy, Feng Zihuang had already expelled the poison!
As he sighed in relief, Jin Lin immediately tried to stop transferring dragon energy to Feng Zihuang—but the moment he attempted to withdraw it, his expression changed.
He realized he couldn’t stop!
Despite being detoxified, Feng Zihuang now acted like a massive magnet, absorbing Jin Lin’s dragon energy even more voraciously.
Jin Lin paled further, his face drained of all color.
When the black smoke emerged from Feng Zihuang’s body, both Shui Liu and Zi Qu Shengjun noticed it.
Especially Shui Liu—he could sense that at least half of the Dragon King’s dragon energy remained, which brought him some comfort amid his darkening mood.
But before he could rejoice, he sensed something was wrong.
Even though the poison had been expelled from the Feather King, his lord’s dragon energy was still being continuously drained!
“My lord!” Shui Liu could no longer hold back. He lunged forward, intending to forcibly separate Feng Zihuang and Jin Lin.
But the moment he approached, a fiery-red transparent barrier materialized and flung him backward.
Zi Qu Shengjun also sensed the anomaly. With a powerful strike, he shattered the fiery barrier.
“Pfft!” Feng Zihuang, who had been unconscious, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply onto the bed.
Yet Jin Lin’s hand remained pressed against Feng Zihuang’s back—his dragon energy was still being relentlessly absorbed.
“Shengjun, save my lord!” Shui Liu cried out in panic.
Zi Qu Shengjun’s palm glowed with a faint purple light as he reached for Jin Lin’s hand.
“Step aside, Master!” A cold voice suddenly rang out.
Zi Qu Shengjun swiftly moved aside.
At the same time, a wisp of black mist shot into Feng Zihuang’s body.
The moment the black energy entered, the weakened Jin Lin was violently repelled from Feng Zihuang’s side, finally stopping the transfer of dragon energy.
Shui Liu immediately leaped up and caught Jin Lin as he was flung away.
By now, Jin Lin had less than thirty percent of his dragon energy left and was extremely weak.
“Return… to the aquatic clan…” Jin Lin whispered to Shui Liu before losing consciousness completely.
Shui Liu scooped him up and flew out of the room.
Having lost most of his life force, Jin Lin needed to return to the aquatic dragon palace immediately to recuperate in its spiritual energy.
“Yue Jian!” Mo Changxing called coldly without even glancing at Feng Zihuang on the bed.
A gray figure flashed into the room like lightning.
“Escort the Dragon King safely back to the aquatic clan. If anything happens, don’t bother returning!” Mo Changxing commanded sternly.
“Understood, Young Master!” Yue Jian vanished instantly.
Only then did Mo Changxing turn his gaze to the unconscious Feng Zihuang. He stepped forward and lightly tapped Feng Zihuang’s forehead.
A wisp of black energy seeped out from Feng Zihuang’s brow and dissolved into Mo Changxing’s fingertip.
Zi Qu Shengjun waved his hand, and Feng Zihuang was gently laid flat on the bed.
“Where is Qingxue?” Zi Qu Shengjun asked Mo Changxing.
“I’ve already sent her back to rest. Junfu and Daise are watching over her—she’ll be fine,” Mo Changxing replied.
“Feng Zihuang’s poison has been neutralized, but Jin Lin… suffered too great a loss this time,” Zi Qu Shengjun sighed.
“Don’t worry, Master. Since the Dragon King is my junior brother and has done so much for Qingxue, I will ensure the aquatic clan is well taken care of. If anything happens there, I will step in,” Mo Changxing said calmly.
“Mm.” Zi Qu Shengjun nodded. Seeing that Feng Zihuang was now stable, he left with Mo Changxing.
Before departing, to prevent further incidents, Zi Qu Shengjun cast a protective barrier around Feng Zihuang’s residence.
Silence returned.
Feng Zihuang, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes—a dark crimson glint flashing in their depths.
When Yun Qingxue opened her eyes again, it was already noon the next day.
The first thing she saw were Mo Changxing, Liu Li, A’dai, and Daise standing vigil by her bedside.
Her last memory was of Feng Zihuang’s uncertain fate and the sudden force that had struck her.
“Where is Feng Zihuang?” She sat up in bed, her eyes filled with panic.
“He’s fine now,” Mo Changxing replied coolly.
Yun Qingxue’s heart settled slightly. She slipped on her shoes and stood. “I need to see him!”
“I’ll accompany you.” Mo Changxing followed her, escorting her all the way to Feng Zihuang’s residence.
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