Time passed bit by bit.
Han Yang, sitting cross-legged, quickly activated the "Nine Revolutions Star Technique," absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.
The minor injuries he had sustained began to heal rapidly as the spiritual energy transformed within him. After about half an hour, his dantian gradually filled, and his body was almost fully recovered.
At this moment, a suppressed moan suddenly came from nearby.
The sound was filled with extreme pain.
Han Yang even sensed that the air around him seemed to grow colder.
"What’s going on?"
Han Yang opened his eyes with a hint of confusion.
However, in the next moment, his expression changed.
Not far from him, Chen Qiaoqian, who had been sitting there, was now curled up into a ball, her entire body trembling violently.
"Qiaoqian, are you having an attack again?"
Startled, Han Yang hurriedly moved forward to inquire.
Hiss...
As soon as his hand touched Chen Qiaoqian's body, he couldn't help but retract it.
"This is bad."
Han Yang's brows furrowed deeply.
Only now did he realize that Chen Qiaoqian's cold ailment had flared up, and she was about to turn into an ice statue, with even her eyelashes forming ice crystals.
Her body was a sheet of ice.
"How could I forget about this, damn it."
A look of self-reproach appeared on Han Yang's face.
But now was not the time to dwell on that. He circulated his internal energy, enduring the cold, and placed his palm on Chen Qiaoqian's forehead, beginning a careful examination.
Indeed, there was a cold ailment...
But, having lived through nine lifetimes, Han Yang had never encountered such a severe cold ailment.
If it were truly just a cold ailment, Chen Qiaoqian would have been dead long ago.
Something was amiss?
Almost instantly, he sensed something was wrong.
His expression turned peculiar.
"It’s actually... the Innate Innate Ice Body? And an extremely rare one at that, just not yet activated."
In the martial world, besides ordinary warriors, there are various kinds of geniuses.
Those legendary geniuses possess strange and miraculous constitutions, truly favored by the heavens.
For instance, Han Yang's Heavenly Dao Sacred Body in his previous life.
Or the Primordial Martial Dominance Body, Pure Yang Spirit Body, and Innate Sword Body he had witnessed.
Those with these constitutions are all heaven's favored, and as long as they cultivate properly, they encounter no bottlenecks.
Every martial artist with a special constitution has the potential to become an emperor.
But among these heaven's favored, some, for certain reasons, require their unique constitution to be activated postnatally.
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If it cannot be activated, at best, they live a life of mediocrity, becoming a waste.
At worst, they are plagued by illness and die prematurely.
Chen Qiaoqian clearly belonged to the latter...
Now, her Innate Ice Body was on the verge of a complete outbreak.
Based on the earlier examination, she had at most one month left. If it remained unactivated, Qiaoqian would become a permanent ice sculpture, her life extinguished.
"The Innate Innate Ice Body is one of the Seven Ancient Spiritual Bodies. In my previous life, activating it for her wouldn’t have been too difficult, but now..."
Han Yang frowned, pondering, his mind racing.
"The easiest solution is undoubtedly to temporarily suppress it with a third-grade spiritual herb... the Blazing Sun Flower. As long as I can find the Blazing Sun Flower, she’ll be safe for three years, and I can find a way to activate her spiritual body once my cultivation improves."
There was no other way.
Currently, Han Yang’s cultivation was too low, and many methods were unusable.
The only feasible solution he could think of was this compromise.
The Blazing Sun Flower is a third-grade spiritual plant, and for Han Yang, who was only at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, it was equally rare.
But...
Luo City was located at the edge of the famous Demonic Beast Mountain Range on the Tianwu Continent, and there should be a chance to find it there.
As long as it exists, there is hope.
"The urgent task is to first dispel Qiaoqian’s cold, or the little girl won’t last through today."
Han Yang lifted Chen Qiaoqian from the ground, channeling his internal energy into her meridians, forcibly suppressing the erupting cold energy within her.
Soon, half an hour passed.
Han Yang let out a breath, stopping the technique.
In his hand, a crystalline, intensely cold pearl appeared.
Although Chen Qiaoqian, curled up in his embrace, was no longer trembling as before, her body remained extremely cold.
Her pale face was devoid of color.
"Finally suppressed it, but the next outbreak is uncertain. I need to hurry into the Demonic Beast Mountain Range to find the Blazing Sun Flower."
"However, condensing this Mystic Cold Pearl was an unexpected boon; it can help me quickly enter the Bone Refinement Stage."
Han Yang muttered to himself, putting away the Mystic Cold Pearl, then lifted the unconscious Chen Qiaoqian, ready to leave the place.
But at that moment, his expression changed slightly, turning cold.
Originally, the two could have escaped in time.
But Han Yang's healing, coupled with suppressing Chen Qiaoqian's cold energy, delayed them for about an hour, allowing the Chen Family's warriors to track them down.
In Han Yang's perception, more than ten people were approaching, eyeing them like tigers.
Fortunately for Han Yang, all of them were Body Tempering warriors, with no Bone Refinement Stage elders among them.
There was no need to flee.
"Haha, the bitch couple is hiding here?"
"The Great Elder said the brat is seriously injured. If we capture them, there will be a hefty reward."
"Hehe... That bitch Chen Qiaoqian used to ignore us. Now that she’s in our hands, should we..."
"......"
Amidst a burst of arrogant, lewd laughter, over ten people with sinister expressions rushed towards them in groups.
"Courting death!"
In Han Yang's eyes, a murderous intent surged.
He had no intention of sparing the Chen Family's people, especially since these bastards dared to spew such vile words.
Gently placing Chen Qiaoqian aside, Han Yang faced them directly, his aura undergoing a tremendous change in an instant.
The group of warriors was visibly stunned.
To them, it felt as if they were facing not a Body Tempering warrior, but... a deity.
A deity who could kill them with just a glance.
"Ah!"
"Help..."
"Run, it’s a demon..."
The forest echoed with screams of terror.
Soon, silence returned.
After more than ten breaths, Han Yang, covered in blood, left the place with Chen Qiaoqian in his arms.
In the forest, only the corpses of a dozen or so Chen Family warriors remained...
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