Chapter 527: Linghu Xing

After Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, Linghu Xue suddenly collapsed and sat on the ground.

She leaned her whole body against the side of the tea table, her entire body drenched in sweat, clothes sticking to her skin, hair damp, looking utterly disheveled.

She gasped heavily, her face as white as paper, her lips devoid of any color.

Her hands trembled, her legs trembled, her whole body shook.

That pressure just now was too terrifying, terrifying to the point that her soul trembled.

Even the elders in her family, those half-step Martial Ancestor and Martial Ancestor Level experts, had never made her feel this afraid.

Xu Yansong saw Linghu Xue collapse on the ground, his face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted to the person beside him.

"Xu Tong! Come over quickly to help!"

Xu Tong hurried from the doorway, bent down, reached out to support Linghu Xue's arm, lifted her from the ground, and helped her sit on the sofa.

Linghu Xue sat on the sofa, leaning against the backrest, closed her eyes, rested for a while, then slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was no longer sharp or arrogant, but became complex.

She looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of shock, plus a hint of indescribable fear.

After a long while, Linghu Xue finally spoke, her voice hoarse, carrying a hint of fatigue.

"Young in age, transcending the mortal realm—is this your arrogance toward the Linghu family?"

Her tone had lost its previous contempt and arrogance, becoming much calmer, yet still retaining a hint of probing.

Jiang Feng neither confirmed nor denied, picked up his teacup, took a sip, slowly set it down, then looked at Linghu Xue and said lightly.

"Your relationship with Xue Yan, Su Lao already told me about. I also don't believe that you seek to retrieve Xue Yan out of some damned blood‑line connection."

He paused, then continued speaking, his tone turning even colder.

"If my guess is correct, you are likely intending to use Xue Yan."

Linghu Xue's complexion shifted slightly, but quickly returned to calm.

Jiang Feng looked at her, his gaze becoming sharper, as if he could see through her inner thoughts.

"From the way you circulate your technique, I can see that the Linghu family practices fire‑attribute cultivation. When you just burst forth with aura, I sensed a strong fire‑type power. Fire‑attribute cultivation emphasizes fierce and violent force, and during training it is prone to various problems."

Linghu Xue's finger twitched slightly, but she bit her lip and remained silent.

Jiang Feng continued speaking, his voice very flat, as if stating something quite ordinary.

"Most likely, someone in your Linghu family went astray while cultivating."

Linghu Xue's pupils contracted sharply, her complexion turning even paler.

Jiang Feng glanced at her, then continued speaking.

"Hmm, perhaps it is still a direct relative of Xue Yan. And Xue Yan's constitution happens to be able to cure her problem?"

As soon as he said that, Linghu Xue's complexion changed dramatically.

Her mouth hung open, her eyes stared wide, her whole body stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

She looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.

Because she truly never expected that Jiang Feng, based merely on speculation, could guess their purpose of seeking Su Xueyan to about eighty‑percent accuracy.

Exactly!

The reason the Linghu family sent her to Jiangnan was to capture Su Xueyan and bring her back!

Although Su Xueyan has been raised in the Jiangnan Su household all these years, she nevertheless carries the Linghu bloodline; the Linghu family has always monitored her movements and is fully aware that she has harbored cold poison within her body since childhood.

Six months ago, the Linghu family's peerless Heavenly Pride, half‑step Martial Ancestor Linghu Xing, encountered a problem in her cultivation. Her fire‑attribute technique went out of control; the internal flames backlashed, severely damaging her viscera, and more than half of her meridians were burned away.

They consulted many renowned physicians and used numerous spiritual medicines, but none helped.

Finally, the Linghu family's ancestor personally intervened, employing a secret method to deduce a solution!

That solution was Su Xueyan.

Su Xueyan's internal cold poison could just neutralize the fire poison within Linghu Xing's body.

One yin and one yang, one cold and one hot—when combined, they precisely achieve balance.

As long as Su Xueyan is brought back and her cold poison used to heal Linghu Xing's injuries, Linghu Xing will not only recover but also turn misfortune into blessing, her strength advancing further.

But this is the Linghu family's greatest secret; even the top aristocratic clans in Kyoto are unaware of it.

Jiang Feng merely glanced and figured it out?

Linghu Xue's mind was in utter chaos.

Her gaze toward Jiang Feng completely changed—from shock to fear, then from fear to awe.

This man, not only is his strength unfathomable, but his mind is also meticulously terrifying.

Xu Yansong stood at the side, listening to Jiang Feng's words, and his expression also changed.

He glanced at Linghu Xue's expression and knew Jiang Feng had guessed correctly.

The Linghu family's search for Su Xueyan was certainly not benevolent.

A complex emotion welled up in Xu Yansong's heart; he looked at Jiang Feng, unsure what to say.

The living room fell silent, so quiet that the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Linghu Xue sat on the sofa, head lowered, silent for a long time.

Her mind raced, thinking about how to respond to the present situation.

After a while, she lifted her head, looked at Jiang Feng, her voice hoarse.

"Jiang Feng, you are very clever; your guess is correct."

Her tone became calm, losing the previous arrogance and contempt, but also losing fear.

"Aunt Xing is a genius our Linghu family encounters once in a century; she cannot die. Su Xueyan is her only hope."

Linghu Xue looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes carrying a hint of pleading.

"As long as you tell me Su Xueyan's whereabouts, the Linghu family can agree to any of your conditions—money, power, cultivation resources; whatever you want, we can provide."

Jiang Feng looked at her, face calm, and said lightly.

"What if I don't say?"

Linghu Xue's face turned a shade paler; she gritted her teeth, and her voice grew cold.

"Jiang Feng, do you think you can protect Su Xueyan for a lifetime? The Linghu Family's power is not something you alone can oppose."

Jiang Feng looked at her, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

"Whether I can or not isn't up to you to decide."

Linghu Xue's lips trembled, wanting to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

She stood up, glanced at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of complexity.

"Jiang Feng, no matter what, Aunt Xing is also Su Xueyan's birth mother; how could she just watch her own mother die?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng let out a cold smile.

"Birth mother? All these years, has she ever cared about Su Xueyan's life or death?"