“This backlash is formidable.”
However, after Master Feng You examined Chu Feng’s condition, he furrowed his brows.
Seeing Master Feng You’s reaction, Zhao Hong and the others grew even more anxious.
“Master, why not try using this?”
Just as everyone was at a loss, another voice rang out.
Looking towards the sound, a figure was approaching through the air.
It was the Miao Clan Leader. He had already left with his clan but returned specifically for Chu Feng, holding an object in his hand, clearly intended for him.
In the Miao Clan Leader’s hand was an immortal herb.
It was a ginseng, but this ginseng was like jade, not only exquisitely beautiful but also exuding a potent medicinal fragrance.
“Clan Leader Miao, are you truly willing to use this?” Master Feng You asked.
“Friend Shura’s backlash is severe. If we use it, the spiritual energy in this Ancient Soul-Rejuvenating Ginseng will likely be drained, rendering it useless.”
“Master, saving a life is paramount. Please act quickly,” the Miao Clan Leader urged.
“Very well, leave it to me,” Master Feng You replied, understanding the Miao Clan Leader’s intent.
Using his barrier technique, he carefully extracted the spiritual energy from the ginseng and infused it into Chu Feng’s body.
Han Xiu did not initially recognise the ginseng, but when she saw the spiritual energy enter Chu Feng, his withered frame began to fill out, and his appearance started to recover.
She knew then that this ginseng must be extraordinary.
“As expected of the Ancient Soul-Rejuvenating Ginseng. It truly has the power to bring someone back from the brink of death,” the Secret Cave Group Saints exclaimed with joy and admiration as they saw Chu Feng’s condition improve.
They all knew of the Ancient Soul-Rejuvenating Ginseng.
This herb was specifically used to treat those suffering from backlash, with near-miraculous healing effects.
However, it originated from ancient times and was extremely rare.
So rare that, despite their efforts, the Secret Cave Group Saints had never managed to obtain one.
“Thank you,” Zhao Hong said, bowing to the Miao Clan Leader.
Having recovered her past memories, Zhao Hong was familiar with the Ancient Soul-Rejuvenating Ginseng. In her time, she had only heard of it, never seen it.
Thus, she understood its immense value.
The Miao Clan Leader’s willingness to use it was a significant sacrifice.
Most crucially, it had saved Chu Feng’s life.
“No need for thanks,” the Miao Clan Leader replied.
“Today, Young Hero Shura could have killed us, but he showed mercy and spared us. I, Miao, will always remember this kindness.”
“Moreover, Young Hero Shura is exceptionally talented, a rare genius. If he were to perish today, it would be a tragedy for all martial cultivators.”
“I kept this ginseng for the purpose of saving lives. To use it to save Young Hero Shura is my honour.”
The Miao Clan Leader spoke with a smile.
“Clan Leader Miao, you are a man of great virtue. I, Feng You, admire you,” Master Feng You said, bowing in respect.
“We brothers will remember this kindness,” the Secret Cave Group Saints declared, patting their chests.
“Everyone, there’s no need for such formality. I brought this ginseng to repay a debt to Young Hero Shura, nothing more. Since it has served its purpose, I shall take my leave,” the Miao Clan Leader said, clasping his fists in farewell before departing.
Everyone knew that, despite past conflicts and no prior ties, the Miao Clan Leader’s aid was likely an attempt to build ties with Zhao Hong, Chu Feng, and the Secret Cave Group Saints.
Of course, he was clever. After helping Chu Feng, he made no demands, appearing generous and magnanimous.
But as the Secret Cave Group Saints said, they all remembered this kindness.
Chu Feng, too, witnessed this and remembered the favour.
Initially, Chu Feng had stayed conscious through sheer willpower.
He knew he had to hold on, or his soul would dissipate, and he would die.
Now, with his condition stabilised, he could finally relax.
As all his exhaustion poured out, he soon fell into a coma.
When Chu Feng opened his eyes again, they had left the All Heavens Sect.
He was back at the Red-Clothed Holy Land, resting in a sleeping chamber.
Two people were in the room: Yin Zhuanghong and Zhao Hong.
Both stood by his bedside, so when Chu Feng awoke, they noticed immediately.
“Shura, you’re awake.”
“Are you alright? How do you feel?” Yin Zhuanghong asked, visibly excited.
Seeing her like this, Chu Feng gave a faint smile.
“It’s rare to see you so worked up, little lady.”
Hearing this, Yin Zhuanghong seemed to realise something, her face flushing.
She wanted to explain but didn’t know how.
“He seems fine. You may leave,” Zhao Hong said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Yin Zhuanghong replied, bowing before hurrying out. At the door, she couldn’t help but glance back at Chu Feng. Seeing him sitting up, the worry in her eyes eased, and she left reassured.
“That girl was quite worried about you,” Zhao Hong teased with a smile.
“You’re still as popular with the ladies as ever.”
“It seems you’ve racked up quite a few romantic debts in our time apart.”
“What romantic debts? Am I that kind of person?” Chu Feng replied with a wry smile, feeling Zhao Hong had misunderstood him.
“And… that guy, has he been behaving himself?” Zhao Hong asked.
She was, of course, referring to Wang Qiang.
“He can’t misbehave even if he wants to now,” Chu Feng said.
“Why’s that? Has he run into trouble?” Zhao Hong asked, her face calm but her eyes and tone betraying her concern.
She was deeply worried about Wang Qiang.
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you slowly,” Chu Feng said.
He then recounted how he and Wang Qiang had parted ways in the Great Thousand Upper Realm and later reunited in the Void God Tree.
To avoid worrying Zhao Hong, Chu Feng omitted the dangers of the Blood-Devouring Demon and the fact that the demon had once intended to kill him.
“I can’t believe my husband had such luck,” Zhao Hong said, her expression brightening upon learning Wang Qiang was safe and had even gained opportunities.
“Now, tell me about you. What have you been through?”
“And what’s the deal with you and Han Xiu?” Chu Feng asked, deeply curious about Zhao Hong’s experiences.
