Chapter 308: Blooming
She had changed out of her pajamas and was now wrapped in only a bath towel, her long, lustrous black hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her skin was flawless and translucent, her curves elegant and graceful. She was the very picture of temptation, like a peony in full bloom—alluring, yet sacred.
Lin Feng opened his eyes just in time to see this, but his gaze remained as placid as a still well, showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.
"If you're ready, Miss Murong, please come over."
A sight that would drive an ordinary man mad with desire was, in his eyes, nothing more than a bag of bones.
While he wasn't immune to lust, he knew how to separate business from pleasure. 'Some things are fine to fantasize about, but I can't lose sight of my priorities.'
"Oh."
Murong Qian replied, and it was hard to tell if she was being deliberate or if she truly saw nothing wrong with her attire.
She obediently did as she was told and lay down on the sofa. Lin Feng closed his eyes, placed a hand on her wrist, and sent a sliver of Inner Strength into her to carefully assess the cold poison within her meridians.
"Ngh..."
Suddenly, Murong Qian's delicate body trembled as a wave of pain washed over her.
"Mmph."
A soft moan escaped her throat, and a pained expression flickered across her beautiful face.
"The cold energy in your body is too severe. For the time being, you must use the Secret Technique I taught you to expel it. After that, you'll need to soak in Spirit Liquid for three months."
"Otherwise, even if I force out the cold poison, there's a high probability you'll end up paralyzed on one side of your body."
"Spirit Liquid?" Murong Qian paused, seeming to ponder what Lin Feng was referring to.
"That's right," Lin Feng said faintly. "Your body right now is like a shattered porcelain vase. The Spirit Liquid is the glue that will mend the cracks."
"I understand."
Murong Qian nodded. "But last time, didn't you say a special acupuncture technique would be enough to solve it?"
"Heh, have you forgotten what I just said? The cold energy in your body is simply too strong. Ordinary acupuncture alone won't work. Only by combining it with the Spirit Liquid can we completely dissolve the cold energy and restore you to health."
"Does it have to be such a complicated process?"
Murong Qian was a little surprised.
"Yes. However, the process is quite painful. Can you endure it?"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow at Murong Qian.
Murong Qian didn't answer immediately, falling into silence.
After a long moment, Murong Qian finally looked up, her gaze fixed intently on Lin Feng. "I said it last time, and I'll say it again: as long as I can recover, I'm willing to try. No matter the cost, I will gladly endure it!"
As she spoke, her gaze was resolute and pure, inspiring trust.
"In that case, are you ready?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath, then extended the index finger of his left hand, slowly moving it toward the acupoint on Murong Qian's forehead.
This time, his movements were extremely slow, almost gentle. He knew the process would be painful—excruciatingly so.
But he didn't want Murong Qian to suffer too much, so he did his best to control the point of contact.
As Lin Feng's finger drew closer, Murong Qian grew increasingly tense.
Finally, when his finger was just a centimeter from the spot between her eyebrows, Lin Feng paused.
"Let me remind you, this time is different from the last."
"Last time was very painful, but this will be many times worse. Are you sure you want to continue?"
"Of course!"
Murong Qian answered through gritted teeth.
She was an intelligent woman and knew this was no time to back down. If she did, she might not even get another chance to try.
Seeing her resolute and decisive attitude, Lin Feng nodded. He pressed his finger against the center of her brow, and a torrent of powerful Inner Strength instantly surged out, pouring into her body.
"Hiss!"
Murong Qian sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
She felt as if countless steel needles were being driven into her. The intense pain nearly made her faint, but she forced herself to endure it without crying out.
However, her face had turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat covered her entire body. The pain had clearly reached its limit.
Her teeth bit down hard on her red lip, and she remained silent. Only her tightly furrowed brows revealed the agony she was enduring.
Lin Feng watched the beautiful woman before him, able to feel the torment and struggle warring within her heart.
But he didn't stop. With a flick of his hand, several Golden Needles appeared in his grasp.
Inner Strength flashed over them, completing the sterilization process.
Then, he raised his right arm and inserted a Golden Needle into the Baihui acupoint on the crown of Murong Qian's head.
"Whoosh..."
As the Golden Needle entered the acupoint, a warm wisp of energy spread from Murong Qian's head, seeping into her limbs and bones.
"AHHH—"
Murong Qian could no longer hold back. A blood-curdling scream erupted from her lips.
She felt as if her head was on fire. A searing pain spread through her entire body, bringing her to the brink of fainting. She almost wished for a swift death.
"This pain isn't just an external injury. More importantly, it's because a large amount of cold energy remains in every inch of your flesh and blood."
Lin Feng said slowly, his eyes filled with a calm expression.
He began to employ an extremely profound acupuncture method from the Golden Needle Dao. In the blink of an eye, he had placed eighteen needles on Murong Qian's body!
After doing all this, Lin Feng placed his palms near Murong Qian's temples. Pure Inner Strength gathered in his hands before being channeled through them into every part of her body.
Murong Qian felt as if her internal organs were being roasted by molten lava. The pain was unbearable!
However, she could also clearly feel that, nourished by this True Essence, the cold energy in her body was gradually diminishing, showing faint signs of dissipating.
But just as she was sighing in relief, an even more powerful surge of cold energy rushed into her body!
"Ugh!" Murong Qian grunted, her face turning ashen.
But she stubbornly kept her body tense, showing no sign of panic.
"Hold on! Don't you dare pass out," Lin Feng said in a low voice.
"O-Okay. Thank you," Murong Qian said through gritted teeth.
Hearing Murong Qian's gratitude, Lin Feng smiled and shook his head. "Don't mention it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng intensified the Inner Strength in his palms. As it entered Murong Qian's temples, the pain inside her body instantly multiplied several times over!
But this still did not make her yield.
Murong Qian pressed her thin lips together, trying her best to control her emotions. She knew she could only rely on herself to bear this; otherwise, all would be for nothing!
Unconsciously, Murong Qian's face grew deathly pale.