"Holy crap!"
The moment Lin Zhenzhen saw the lightning, her first reaction was to throw the man in her arms away.
I originally thought the heavenly lightning would follow Xuanyuan Zhao, but I never expected this!
Its target was itself.
The last thing Xuanyuan Zhao saw before he lost consciousness was Lingzhen pushing him away with all her might and facing the heavenly lightning alone.
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"Girl, wake up."
In my mind, a voice kept chattering.
Who is calling her?
Lin Zhenzhen's head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to explode. She tried to rub her temples, but found that her hands were being held down by something and she couldn't lift them at all.
"Try opening your third eye, right between your eyebrows, and feel its breath."
Following his guidance, Lin Zhenzhen calmed her mind and meditated, and the scenery before her gradually became clear.
She then realized that the familiar, white, and shiny creature seemed to be the immortal she had encountered in the Forest of the Lost Abyss.
"This is a wisp of my divine consciousness that I left in your mind."
"Girl, congratulations." The white-bearded old man floated in front of her with a grin, "Your heavenly lightning has finally arrived."
Thunder? Oh right, she was struck by lightning before she fainted.
"So my cultivation level has now reached the Spirit King level?"
“That’s secondary.” The old man stroked his beard. “The most important thing is that your Moon Spirit Root attribute has improved to a higher level.”
Lin Zhenzhen was taken aback: "What does this have to do with the Moon Spirit Root?"
"It's related to nature. As a super spiritual root, the Moon Spiritual Root can absorb and convert not only spiritual energy into energy." The old man laughed arrogantly, "Heavenly lightning can also do so."
"Oh." Lin Zhenzhen sensed the strong smugness in his voice and deliberately asked, "Senior, you also have a Moon Spiritual Root?"
"That's right."
Lin Zhenzhen fell silent. The restriction that the immortal had placed on her Moon Spirit Root had even fooled Xuan Kang's eyes.
Based on this calculation, his cultivation level is at least equivalent to Xuan Kang's, and may even be above that of a Spirit Saint.
He seemed to see through Lin Zhenzhen's thoughts and chuckled, "Thousands of years ago, cultivators with the Moon Spirit Root were found all over the Xuan Tian Continent. There were countless cultivators with the cultivation of Spirit Emperors and Spirit Kings."
"If it weren't for that great war, how could the spiritual community be in such a state of decline today?"
Lin Zhenzhen guessed that the great battle he mentioned was most likely related to the Sun Spiritual Root. She deliberately brought up Xuan Kang's name, but she didn't expect him to explode immediately.
"That ungrateful and despicable scoundrel actually dared to claim the surname Xuan! If it weren't for the head of the Huan clan, he would have died in a mass grave long ago!"
Lin Zhenzhen quickly extracted the key information points, realizing that she and Xuan Kang still had some family feuds.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Senior, if I were to face Xuan Kang, what are my chances of winning?"
"You want to get rid of him?" The old man seemed surprised. He looked Lin Zhenzhen up and down, then laughed twice. "With this kind of courage, you are indeed worthy of being a descendant of the Huan clan. The heavy responsibility of reviving Xingluo and promoting the Moon Spirit Root is now on your shoulders!"
Lin Zhenzhen: ...No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense and don't make things up.
Lin Zhenzhen cleared her throat twice: "But Xuan Kang's cultivation is far superior to mine. How can I, all alone, fight against him?"
"Who said you're all alone? You still have me! Well, although I am just a wisp of divine consciousness, I can pass on all my knowledge to you."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, a flash of light appeared, and a tattered scroll fell to the ground.
"You must carefully comprehend this mental technique, but remember, before you have mastered it, do not practice it daily..."
"Remember what?" Lin Zhenzhen leaned her left ear closer.
At this crucial moment, another sound suddenly came from my right ear.
"They vomited it all up; we couldn't feed them anything."
"Give it to me, and you can all get out."
As soon as the man's voice appeared, the white-bearded old man's body trembled, and as if burned by a strong light, he quickly turned into a wisp of white smoke and completely dissipated.
"Hey, where are you? Finish what you're saying before you leave!"
Xuan Yuanzhao looked at the unconscious Lin Zhenzhen and his brows furrowed slightly. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was experiencing unbearable pain.
He couldn't help but reach out and press down the wrinkles between Lin Zhenzhen's brows, muttering to himself, "How could someone be so stupid?"
That was heavenly lightning, yet he rushed forward without a second thought and stood in front of himself to block it.
Xuanyuan Zhao still remembers how he felt when he woke up and saw Lingzhen motionless.
His blood rushed to his head, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and everything went dark. He finally realized what his feelings for Ling Zhen were.
Xuan Yuanzhao snapped out of his thoughts, picked up the bowl of medicinal soup made from Bodhi dragon fruit as a medicinal ingredient, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to Lin Zhenzhen's lips.
As before, her lips remained tightly closed, and the medicine simply could not be fed to her.
Xuanyuan Zhao stared at those two pink lips for a long time without moving, as if he were caught in a deep and painful struggle.
......
Lin Zhenzhen felt as if something heavy was pressing down on her. Then her mouth was pried open, and warm liquid slid down her tongue and into her throat.
She was thirsty, and the drink was sweet and fragrant, it tasted really good.
Lin Zhenzhen even raised her chin to welcome the rain that seemed to come from nowhere.
As the Bodhi Dragon Fruit seeped into her body little by little, her body began to heat up, and her consciousness gradually blurred. Lin Zhenzhen had no memory of what happened afterward.
When I woke up again, it was already dusk outside the window.
Lin Zhenzhen moved her head and realized that she wasn't in her room; it seemed she had been sleeping soundly for the past few days.
Her throat was extremely dehydrated, as if it were on fire. She saw the teapot on the wooden table, quickly got out of bed, and poured herself a cup of tea.
After gulping down several cups of water, the feeling of being thirsty to death was finally relieved.
However, my chin feels a little sore and my tongue feels a bit numb.
"Miss Ling, you're awake?"
Hearing the noise inside, Wei Wu pushed the door open and entered. What he saw was Lin Zhenzhen, who had just woken up and was still dazed, pressing her facial muscles.
He was so excited he almost cried.
"You scared us to death. The young master guarded you for five whole days and almost missed the Spirit Refining Competition."
Lin Zhenzhen gasped, realizing, "The Spirit Refining Tournament has begun?"
"It's been half a month already, and tomorrow the young master will be participating in the duo finals."
Lin Zhenzhen knew that Xuan Yuanzhao had definitely gone to fight two opponents alone again. He had just survived a tribulation of lightning and was covered in injuries; how could this man be so ruthless to himself?
"Young Master should be back by now." Wei Wu anxiously peered out the door, and upon spotting the black figure in the distance, he excitedly rushed out, shouting as he ran, "Young Master, Miss Ling is awake!"
Lin Zhenzhen looked up and saw the man standing against the light under the door frame. She suddenly stood up.
What happened to your face?
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