Zhang Fan suddenly opened his heavy eyelids and heard Chi Fei's voice again.
"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..." The biting cold wind carried Chi Fei's call, ethereal yet real.
The howling wind blew across Zhang Fan's wounds like knives, and the blood at the wounds quickly congealed in the cold wind, turning into bright red icicles.
Is Chi Fei still alive?
A strong will to survive surged within Zhang Fan. He gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and used his sword to prop up his swaying body, staggering towards the spot where Chi Fei had fallen.
The wind and snow relentlessly lashed Zhang Fan's face, blinding him, but he could still clearly see Chi Fei.
She clung tightly to a protruding rock, her suspended body swaying back and forth in the strong wind, like a leaf fluttering in the wind, poised to fall off a precipice at any moment.
Upon seeing Zhang Fan, her eyes lit up with a bright light, sparkling with surprise and relief: "Thank goodness, you're alright."
"Don't be afraid, I'll pull you up."
Zhang Fan decisively threw his sword to the ground, lay down on the edge of the cliff, and reached out his hand to Chi Fei.
She was his woman, and she had risked her life for him; how could he possibly stand by and watch her die?
However, Chi Fei fell further than Zhang Fan had anticipated; there was a palm's width between Zhang Fan's outstretched hand and Chi Fei's hand.
Zhang Fan's gaze was firm. He leaned down a bit and finally reached Chi Fei's hand: "Give me your hand."
Chi Fei reached out her hand to Zhang Fan, and their hands met. Zhang Fan used his arm to pull Chi Fei up.
The veins on his arms bulged as he exerted himself, exuding masculine strength.
Zhang Fan slowly withdrew his hand. The wound on his abdomen reopened due to his movement, and the intense pain made him dizzy and his vision blurred. He subconsciously loosened his grip.
Chi Fei's body plummeted straight down, below which lay a sheer cliff.
Just at the critical moment, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Chi Fei.
Before the panic on Chi Fei's face could fade, her back was covered in a cold sweat.
She felt her body getting closer and closer to the cliff. Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with fear, and she shouted, "Zhang Fan, watch out!"
A member of the Heavenly Dragon Sect suddenly appeared behind Zhang Fan. The man's clothes had several holes in them and were stained red. He was staggering as he walked.
He raised his longsword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, and thrust it toward Zhang Fan's back.
Chi Fei's eyes reflected this breathtaking scene.
Zhang Fan saw what was happening behind him through Chi Fei's eyes. He gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and lifted Chi Fei up into the air.
Using the momentum, Chi Fei flew into the air like a soaring bird. She touched the edge of the cliff with her toes and landed in a safe area. At the same time, she swung her long whip in mid-air. The blazing whip was like a nimble snake that entangled the people of Tianlongmen.
With a sudden pull, the man was thrown off a bottomless cliff.
The longsword whistled past Zhang Fan's cheek, leaving a bloody gash on his skin.
Chi Fei asked anxiously, "Zhang Fan, are you alright?"
Zhang Fan touched his cheek, looked at the blood droplets on his fingertips, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.
Only by putting yourself in a desperate situation can you survive.
He must have died to be able to live.
The destination is the Cold Pool, which means that the place where his spiritual power can be restored is there.
Zhang Fan was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
He dug his hands deep into the snow, and the blood from his palms left striking red streaks on the snow.
With a firm and profound gaze fixed on the icy pool, even as Zhang Fan's vision blurred, he did not give up. He wanted to protect his family and would never give up easily.
Chi Fei understood Zhang Fan's intention, helped him up, put his hand on his neck, and headed towards the cold pool.
Her face was streaked with tears, frozen to her skin by the cold wind, like glistening teardrops.
Zhang Fan was helped to the side of the cold pool. He had lost all his strength and was barely breathing.
"Zhang Fan, what should I do?" Chi Fei's voice was trembling with tears.
"Put me in the water." After saying this, Zhang Fan's last strength dissipated, and he could no longer open his eyes, falling asleep immediately.
"Zhang Fan, the icy pool will freeze you to death."
This was the last sound Zhang Fan heard.
...
Zhang Fan woke up in excruciating pain.
He felt as if every organ and meridian in his body was being gnawed by millions of ants, and as if his wounds were being sprinkled with chili and salt.
Zhang Fan was in unbearable pain, but he was also incredibly happy inside.
He knows pain, which means he is still alive.
Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, enduring wave after wave of pain. His hazy consciousness seemed to sense that he was scratching his arm, trying to distract himself from the pain.
But all of this was in vain; the excruciating pain rendered him unable to utter a sound.
"ah--"
Zhang Fan finally regained control of his body and let out a deafening roar.
He could clearly feel every inch of his meridians being torn apart by a thunderous roar.
Zhang Fan felt that the broken parts of his meridians were slowly healing and recovering.
Countless points of light merged into his body, converging into a stream that spread outwards along his meridians, repairing the broken ones.
As his meridians recovered, Zhang Fan's breathing gradually became long and even, as if in sync with nature.
He also glimpsed more of the laws of nature.
His dantian gradually gathered spiritual energy crystals, which grew larger and larger, now half again as large as before. He had now reached the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage.
If he can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, he will be able to fly on land and teleport, becoming a terrestrial immortal.
Zhang Fan was filled with excitement. Becoming a terrestrial immortal was his initial goal, and now he was very close to achieving it.
However, he was not greedy. In less than a year, he cultivated from an ordinary person to the ninth stage of the Golden Core realm, which was considered a miracle in the entire cultivation world.
Anyway, he has a very long lifespan now, he can live for five hundred years, and he has plenty of time to cultivate.
Now, it's time to settle this score with the Tianlongmen.
Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light. He exuded a powerful aura that frightened the eagle searching for prey in the air, causing it to retreat back to its nest.
Wild animals nearby, drawn by the smell of blood and eager to hunt, were terrified and trembled with fear.
Zhang Fan opened his arms, took a deep breath, and felt the power in his body.
The water in the cold pool splashed as he moved.
He soaked in the icy pool, which was bone-chilling yet contained boundless vitality, nourishing his meridians and transforming him from a cripple into someone with enhanced spiritual power.
Zhang Fan concentrated his spiritual energy in his palm and struck out with it towards the distance.
Five hundred meters away from him is a mountain peak that is covered with snow all year round.
Zhang Fan's palm strike arrived gracefully, and the accumulated snow felt the vibration, falling down in a flurry. As the snow accumulated, it even formed an avalanche.
Looking at his palm, Zhang Fan's lips curled slightly.
This will definitely wipe out the entire Tianlongmen!
He remembered that Chi Fei was beside him. Zhang Fan looked around and saw Chi Fei behind him. She was sitting on the ground, her body frozen into a sculpture, her whole body wrapped in ice.
Oops!
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