Chu Feng had suddenly left earlier to heal the leader of the White Robe Nunnery.
Though the nunnery’s disciples believed their leader’s poison was incurable, for Chu Feng, detoxifying it was a simple task.
In just a short while, he had cleansed the poison from her body.
While her health wasn’t fully restored, her life was no longer in danger.
When the disciples of the White Robe Nunnery discovered their leader was safe, they were immensely grateful to Chu Feng.
But for him, it was a minor effort, and he sought no gratitude. He was more curious about why Linghu Yueyue had fallen to such a state.
What had happened to her?
However, Chu Feng felt it wasn’t appropriate to ask Linghu Yueyue directly. Given her current state, she might not answer even if he did.
So, he decided to approach the woman named An An.
Having saved not only the nunnery’s leader but also, indirectly, Linghu Yueyue and An An, Chu Feng had earned their gratitude. An An, in particular, was very warm toward him when they spoke privately.
After some casual conversation, Chu Feng learned that An An’s full name was Linghu An An.
As he suspected, she was from the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
If his guess was correct, she was either Linghu Yueyue’s maid or a close sister from their time in the clan.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t call her “Miss.”
Moreover, her attitude toward Linghu Yueyue was both respectful and tinged with the affection of a friend, indicating an unusually close bond, like that of sisters.
“An An, though your and your Miss’s cultivations have been crippled, there’s still a chance to restore them,” Chu Feng said suddenly.
“My lord, is that true?”
As expected, An An’s face lit up with shock, disbelief, and a spark of hope.
It was no surprise—cultivators, no matter their level, poured their hearts into their cultivation.
For them, cultivation was among their most precious possessions, and no one wanted to lose it.
“The dantian doesn’t just store martial power and cultivation; it’s also refined through cultivation. Once your cultivation reaches a certain level, your dantian reaches a new tier as well.”
“When the dantian is damaged and martial power dissipates, cultivation is indeed lost. But the tier your dantian has achieved doesn’t regress.”
“I’ve observed that your dantians, though damaged, aren’t severely so. If repaired, and you follow my cultivation method, you can quickly restore your cultivation to its previous level. It’s not difficult,” Chu Feng explained.
At that, Linghu An An, who had stood up, trembled with excitement, barely able to contain herself.
Then, she suddenly dropped to her knees, intending to kowtow to Chu Feng.
But he had anticipated this and caught her before she could kneel.
“If you kneel, I won’t help you,” he said with a smile.
“My lord, are you truly willing to help me and my Miss restore our cultivation?”
Linghu An An was anxious, fearing Chu Feng might refuse. Tears welled up in her eyes.
She sensed he intended to help but was terrified he might not.
Her pitiful expression was heart-wrenching.
“I can help you, but my master set a rule for me.”
“Before helping someone restore their cultivation, I must know how it was crippled. Are you willing to tell me the truth? If so, I’ll help,” Chu Feng said.
“I’m willing, I’m willing.”
“But, my lord, I have one condition,” Linghu An An said, her face showing difficulty.
“No matter, speak freely if you have concerns.”
Chu Feng didn’t want to pressure her and had already guessed what her worry might be.
“I can tell you about me and my Miss, but I beg you, don’t tell her. She doesn’t want outsiders to know our matters. Even though the White Robe Nunnery’s leader saved us, my Miss hasn’t shared our story with her.”
As expected, Linghu An An’s concern matched Chu Feng’s guess. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to speak, but that Linghu Yueyue didn’t want their story known.
“I promise to keep it confidential and not let your Miss know,” Chu Feng said.
“Thank you for understanding, my lord.”
Linghu An An was deeply grateful and began recounting their story to Chu Feng.
She revealed their clan, their starfield, and even the feud between the Linghu Heavenly Clan and the Chu Heavenly Clan.
After Linghu Zhishi led a group of the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s elites to leave the Ancestral Martial Starfield, they chose to join the All-Heaven Sect.
The All-Heaven Sect promised to help them seek revenge, and from then on, the Linghu Heavenly Clan became their lackeys.
The tasks the All-Heaven Sect assigned were often dirty, cruel, and unspeakable.
Linghu Zhishi, driven by vengeance, cared little for his clansmen’s lives. Killing innocents for revenge was nothing to him.
But Linghu Yueyue, his daughter and the princess of the Linghu Heavenly Clan, fiercely opposed her father’s atrocities.
This led to a heated argument between father and daughter.
Linghu Yueyue declared she would leave the Linghu Heavenly Clan and her father.
Linghu Zhishi responded that she could leave, but if she did, she would no longer be his daughter, and everything he had given her would be taken back.
Thus, he not only stripped her of valuable treasures but also destroyed her cultivation.
Though Chu Feng had suspected Linghu Yueyue’s cultivation loss was tied to the Linghu Heavenly Clan, he hadn’t imagined it was her own father, Linghu Zhishi, who had crippled her!!!
