Chapter 126: Method to Break the Deadlock?

In the living room of the Su Family Villa, the lights were glaringly bright.

Su Xueyan clutched Jiang Feng's cold hand, her eyes reddening, her expression tense.

After receiving the call, she raced through red lights straight to Jiang Bin Pier.

But she only saw Jiang Feng lying on the ground, so she hurried the driver to lift him onto the car and head back to the villa, also notifying Sun Boyong and Hua Jing.

Su Lao sat on the nearby rosewood sofa, his face full of anxiety.

"Doctor Sun, how is he? What exactly happened to Jiang Feng?"

Sun Boyong was half‑kneeling in front of the sofa, his fingers resting on Jiang Feng's wrist, his brows tightly knit.

He had already taken the pulse three times; the pulse was so weak it resembled a dying candle in the wind, intermittent, yet he could find no abnormality.

There were neither external injury marks nor signs of poisoning.

Instead, the internal pulse seemed frozen, with no trace of any flow at all.

"Su Lao."

Sun Boyong withdrew his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice full of helplessness.

"I can't determine it. Mr. Jiang's pulse is strange, as if wrapped by a chilling yin aura, but that aura is too hidden; I can't locate its source nor dispel it. There are no surface wounds, the silver needle finds no response, and there are no signs of poisoning…"

He sighed deeply as he spoke, "Our medical skill is limited; we truly have no solution, we can only see if Mr. Jiang can endure it himself."

Hua Jing stood nearby, equally anxious; he had nearly emptied the medicine box searching for a remedy, yet still found none.

Suddenly, he touched Jiang Feng's forehead, his expression growing more frantic.

"Jiang Feng's body temperature is dropping further; if this continues, he'll likely succumb to hypothermia…"

Su Xueyan lowered her head to look at Jiang Feng's pallid face; his lips had turned bluish, his breath so weak it was almost imperceptible.

She inhaled deeply, then abruptly lifted her head and said to Sun Boyong and Hua Jing.

"Thank you both for your effort; you may step out first, I want to stay alone with him."

Sun Boyong and Hua Jing exchanged a glance, seeing resignation in each other's eyes; they packed the medicine box and gently exited the living room.

Su Lao patted Su Xueyan's shoulder, sighed, and followed her out, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

Only Su Xueyan and Jiang Feng remained in the living room.

Su Xueyan sat at the edge of the sofa, carefully placing Jiang Feng's head on her lap.

Then she extended her arm, gently embracing his body.

Her body temperature wasn't high, yet she still tried to transmit her limited warmth to Jiang Feng.

She lowered her head, watching Jiang Feng's tightly closed eyes, her fingers lightly brushing his mouth corner.

"Jiang Feng, you mustn't have any trouble… you promised me you'd help the Su Family solve their problems; you can't break your word…"

She didn't know what she could do.

She could only hold him tightly, speaking over and over, as if talking to Jiang Feng and also urging herself.

The person in her arms grew colder, yet she held him tighter.

At that moment, within Jiang Feng's Divine Sea was a boundless ice and snow landscape.

Bone‑piercing cold wind howled, swirling snowflakes that slammed onto Jiang Feng's awareness, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

His awareness was only half a person tall, curled up, arms tightly hugging himself, his teeth continuously clashing.

The surrounding ice stretched to an unseen horizon.

Even the Kun Long at the center of the Divine Sea was now frozen within a thick ice layer, only a pair of blood‑red eyes exposed, lifeless.

"Lan Jue, that poisonous woman!"

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and cursed.

"She even launched a sneak attack… and damn it, used such yin‑poison palm technique…"

He could feel that chilling yin aura not only froze his meridians but also penetrated his Divine Sea, turning it into an ice vault.

His awareness was gradually weakening; if he still couldn't find a solution…

It wouldn't be long before his awareness became completely frozen; then, even if his body remained, he would become a living corpse without consciousness.

"I can't just die like this…"

Jiang Feng couldn't help but shout at Kun Long, "Are you really giving up like that?"

"Roar…"

Kun Long seemed to hear Jiang Feng, letting out a powerless roar.

But Jiang Feng understood his meaning.

If you hadn't earlier forced that inexplicable woman to suppress me, could I have become like this?

Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh in anger, "This guy actually still has an opinion?"

It seemed this creature was indeed unreliable, so Jiang Feng had to activate his own cultivation method, trying to break through the icy layer.

But as soon as he mobilized a sliver of awareness, the cold wind froze it, causing him to gasp a breath of chill in pain.

Just as he was about to despair, he suddenly sensed a chill from outside.

That chill seemed entirely different from any external force.

At that moment, Su Xueyan, still holding Jiang Feng, also seemed to notice the anomaly.

She felt, from deep within her soul, a kind of yearning!

A yearning for the cold aura on Jiang Feng's body? As if it were a great tonic.

Su Xueyan immediately guessed that the Cold Poison within her might be activating.

But the crucial point was, though she didn't know why the Cold Poison was erupting, Su Xueyan felt that her Cold Poison might be able to help Jiang Feng?

If it could help Jiang Feng…

Su Xueyan glanced outside, the doors and windows tightly shut, bit her jade teeth, and purely on instinct aligned her lips with Jiang Feng's.

In that instant, the coldness boiled!

But this Cold Poison seemed to have a spirit, and instead followed the two people's lips, drilled into Jiang Feng's body, heading straight for the chilling aura of the Jue Yin Palm.

It was like a starving wolf seeing meat; the Cold Poison frantically gnawed the Jue Yin Palm's coldness, and the chilling cold that had frozen Jiang Feng's Meridians weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Feng suddenly opened his eyes within the Divine Sea.

That newly emerged chill, bearing a violent, devouring nature, nevertheless circumvented his Divine Consciousness, specifically targeting the lingering cold left by Lan Jue Shitai to gnaw.

The Jue Yin Palm's coldness beneath the ice layer was drawn out as a strand, instantly ripped into fragments by this Cold Poison, and the surrounding ice went "crack!" as more fissures opened.

Overbearing! Truly overbearing!

One should know that Lan Jue, although not using full strength.

But Jiang Feng could also see that Lan Jue's strength was almost comparable to his own master.

Perhaps even compared to the Ascension Realm, it's only a step away!

And the Cold Poison she wielded, even if done casually, is still unfathomably deep.

But at this moment, this coldness that emerged from nowhere surprisingly devoured those chills with such ease.

"It's the Cold Poison on Xue Yan's body!"

He instantly reacted, the Golden Light Shield enveloping the Cold Poison, accelerating toward the remaining chilling aura.

Rumble!

At this moment, Jiang Feng's Divine Sea was turned upside down.

"There's drama!"

Jiang Feng was extremely excited.

And at this moment, aboard the small boat sailing toward Penglai, Lan Jue Shitai stood by the rail, the sea breeze ruffling her sturdy attire, her eyes full of triumph.

She raised her hand, glanced at the night sky, and a Cold Smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"The Jue Yin Palm has been active for three shi chen; a mortal body would already be frozen solid, that kid probably can't even retain a Whole Corpse."

Daring to covet the Holy Maiden of their Qingxiao Sect, even killing that kid would not resolve Lan Jue's deep‑seated hatred.