Is this still a human? On the bed in front of him, there was an old man who was about to die. There was no visible flesh on his body. It was as if a layer of gray human skin was wrapped around a corpse.

If he had not been able to sense a hint of life from this "corpse", Yang Zhen would have almost used the Daque Sword to kill this monster with one blow.

"This... this is Mr. Feng?"

Yang Zhen looked at the pitiful old man in front of him with an expression of disbelief. He didn't expect that when he broke the shackles of heaven and earth with a sword, he would turn the old man into such a miserable state.

Feng Jingtu had tears in his eyes. Such a strong man was actually shedding tears. However, even the bad-mouthed guy Jianmao kept silent at this time. He looked at Old Man Feng lying on the bed with a serious face, and remained silent.

"This is grandpa. He is hanging on by a thread. If he is not treated, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Feng Jingtu wiped away his tears, gave Yang Zhen an ugly smile, and asked like a child, terrified and expectant, "Can you save him?"

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, shook his head, slowly walked to the bed and sat down. He wanted to put his hand on Mr. Feng, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to put it down.

In this situation, this body might not be able to withstand even a little bit of true energy. If Yang Zhen rashly investigates it, it might backfire.

This made Yang Zhen feel helpless.

"Young friend Yang, you're here!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded in Yang Zhen's mind, scaring him. He looked at the expressionless old man in front of him who couldn't even open his eyes with a look of surprise.

The old man smiled silently and said, "No wonder you were shocked by my condition. But I know my condition well. It's beyond saving. However..."

"But what?" Yang Zhen asked the old man curiously.

This old man can actually transmit secret messages through telepathy, which is a magical power that all the young men on the Blue Planet yearn for. Even Yang Zhen is now unable to actively use his spiritual sense to communicate with others. Of course, it is not impossible to forcibly infuse consciousness with spiritual sense, but it is definitely not as easy as Grandpa Feng.

Yang Zhen had only felt this kind of feeling on the Evil Shadow Black Tie. This was something Yang Zhen was able to do after he refined the Daque Sword and refined the Evil Shadow Black Tie into the sword spirit of the Daque Sword.

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Old Master Feng said in a strange tone: "It's just that, for some reason, I seem to have a feeling that my life is not going to end, and this illusion has become stronger recently."

"Maybe this is not an illusion!" Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I need to observe your physical condition. Your body is almost completely damaged."

Seeing that Yang Zhen was actually talking to himself, Feng Jingtu and the others' expressions changed one after another. Then they thought of something, and they all shuddered and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

Feng Jingtu even grabbed Yang Zhen and said excitedly: "Grandpa, is Grandpa communicating with you?"

Yang Zhen was startled, thinking that Feng Jingtu was excitedly calling him grandpa. After hearing what Feng Jingtu said, he nodded and said, "Has Grandpa Feng not been communicating with you recently?"

It should be very difficult to transmit secret messages. If Mr. Feng has not been communicating with Feng Jingtu and the others, then his situation seems to be much more serious than Yang Zhen imagined.

Feng Jingtu shook his head, the ecstasy on his face became more and more intense. Although Yang Zhen did not give a clear answer, everyone already knew the answer. Old Master Feng was indeed communicating with Yang Zhen.

"Grandpa hasn't communicated with us for a long time. We have a rough idea of ​​his situation. What do you think? Is there any solution?"

Feng Jingtu looked at Yang Zhen with hope on his face.

"I need to observe for a while. During this time, no one of you is allowed to disturb me."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Feng Jingtu didn't even hesitate and said immediately: "That's easy. Whatever you need, just let the cheap cat tell me. No matter what it is, I will do everything I can to get it for you."

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, you guys go out first."

After Feng Jingtu and others left, Grandpa Feng did not communicate with Yang Zhen again, and Yang Zhen did not try to observe Grandpa Feng's injuries. He just sat quietly by the bed for the whole day.

On this day, Mr. Feng did not communicate in secret, and Yang Zhen did not say a word either, as if he was just practicing.

But if you look closely, you will find that Yang Zhen is surrounded by a layer of thin filaments that are invisible to the naked eye. Runes thinner than a hair condense into thin lines, surrounding Yang Zhen and trying to touch Old Man Feng.

This kind of touch is extremely fatal. If it is not controlled properly, it will damage Mr. Feng's body.

Grandpa Feng's body is already in such a broken state that once it is damaged, it cannot be repaired. Even if Yang Zhen heals Grandpa Feng's injuries, unless Grandpa Feng cultivates to the Zhoutian stage and can travel through the universe and separate from his body, he can then find someone else to take over and continue his life. Otherwise, he can only live in this broken corpse, or simply cultivate to become a soul cultivator.

That's not what Yang Zhen wants, and it's certainly not what Mr. Feng wants.

Yang Zhen's test lasted for five days. During these five days, Yang Zhen did not eat anything and did not drink a drop of water. It was as if he disappeared out of thin air in Feng's house.

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Feng Jingtu had been guarding outside the door for five days. He was almost unable to bear the hunger and asked someone to bring him food. While eating with relish, he muttered incoherently the words he had just learned from the cheap cat.

"Awesome, awesome! He didn't eat or drink for five days. What kind of monster is this kid?"

Within five days, almost everyone in Shanhe City knew that Yang Zhen was trying to find a way to save Old Man Feng. All kinds of cultivators came to the Feng family to inquire about the news. Waves came one after another, and in the end it formed a torrent. Countless cultivators came to pay Old Man Feng a visit, and even more than a dozen powerful Mahayana masters came, and two of them stayed directly at the Feng family.

The entire Feng family treated the two Mahayana masters with great respect and courtesy. They were old man Feng's best friends, so they naturally could not be neglected. Feng Jingtu also temporarily left the cottage to entertain the two Mahayana masters.

In the Feng family's meeting room, the auras of the two old men were as steady as the sea. These two were the most outstanding beings in Beiyu. They were the native cultivators of Beiyu who had broken through to the peak of the Mahayana stage by means of the burst of their true essence. Their realm was even higher than that of Tie Fuzi and others.

A short and fat old man with a strong earth element aura all over his body frowned, and seemed to be a little irritable. He slapped the table and stood up: "It's been so long and there's no news. Is this Yang Zhen really as unreliable as the rumors say?"

Hearing this, everyone in the Feng family showed an embarrassed look on their faces, and Feng Jingtu even revealed a hint of unhappiness in the depths of his eyes.

Putting aside the question of whether Yang Zhen was seeking fame or not, the fact that Yang Zhen stayed by Grandpa Feng's side without eating or drinking for five days already surpassed most people in the Feng family. Even Feng Jingtu himself, Grandpa Feng's most beloved grandson, had never stayed by Grandpa Feng's side without eating or drinking for five days.

The short and fat old man's suspicion of Yang Zhen made everyone in the Feng family feel a little depressed, but they didn't know what to say.

At this time, another purple-robed old man said with a smile: "Old Meng, please control your temper. You have one foot in the coffin, but you are still so impatient."

"Humph!" The short and fat old man curled his lips: "I'm just worried about Old Man Feng!"

As he spoke, the short and fat old man sighed and said, "But then again, did Yang Zhen really go without food and water for five days and five nights? Hey, this kid is quite interesting. Regardless of whether he can save old man Feng, I have made friends with this kid. If anyone says bad things about him in the future, I will be the first to disagree."

(End of this chapter)