Chapter 551: Linghu Xing Has Arrived!

** "Mr. Jiang, what…?"

Song Dianjun's voice trembled.

He wasn't unfamiliar with blood; on the battlefield he had seen scenes even more horrific than this.

But Jiang Feng was different—he is now the backbone of the entire Jiangnan Wangfu, someone even the Prince must treat with utmost respect.

The whole Jiangnan Wangfu now follows Jiang Feng; if something happens to him, the entire Jiangnan Wangfu will suffer misfortune together.

Song Dianjun gritted his teeth and hurriedly asked.

"Mr. Jiang, do you need me to fetch a doctor? I know a few famous physicians in the provincial capital; I'll go get one right now!"

His voice urgent, he turned to leave as he spoke.

Jiang Feng waved his hand, speaking lightly.

"No need. It looks a bit serious, but I'm fine."

Song Dianjun was momentarily stunned, then recalled that Jiang Feng himself is a top‑level divine doctor. If he says it's nothing, it truly is nothing.

Song Dianjun finally relaxed a little, though the worry on his face hadn't completely faded.

"While I was away, did anything happen?"

Song Dianjun replied promptly, his tone respectful.

"No. We've been guarding here the whole time and detected nothing unusual. The area around the Su family is very quiet; no one approached, and we heard no noise."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Good."

He glanced at Song Dianjun and the guards, then said.

"You've worked hard. Keep watch; report any abnormality to me immediately."

Song Dianjun nodded quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Feng said nothing more, turned and walked into the house.

The lights in the living room were still on; Su Lao had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Feng tiptoed upstairs, entered his own room, and closed the door.

He took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, and rinsed his body with cold water.

The icy water struck the wound, sending a sharp sting, but Jiang Feng did not frown.

He silently rinsed, washing away the bloodstains, then dried himself with a towel.

The wound remained, but it was no longer as shocking as before.

The power of the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture still flowed within him, accelerating the wound's healing.

Jiang Feng changed into clean clothes, returned to his room, and sat cross‑legged on the bed.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture.

After this battle, his spiritual consumption was enormous. Fighting the Great Martial Venerable's clone was not merely a physical clash, but also a contest of spirit.

He felt his spirit like a field ravaged by a storm—full of pits and depressions, utterly exhausted.

Yet as the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture circulated, spiritual energy from heaven and earth began to pour into his body, flowing through his meridians to every part.

That spiritual energy was gentle, like a spring breeze, brushing his body and nourishing his meridians.

His spiritual power, nurtured by that energy, began to recover little by little.

Jiang Feng could feel his spiritual power rapidly returning.

Thirty percent, forty percent, fifty percent…

In less than an hour, his spiritual power had already recovered to forty‑fifty percent.

This made Jiang Feng involuntarily marvel at the wonder of this technique.

The Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture, indeed a top‑level art lost for a thousand years from Kunlun.

It not only repairs the body's hidden injuries but also nourishes the divine soul and restores spiritual power.

Moreover, its recovery speed exceeds his expectations.

Jiang Feng secretly rejoiced, grateful that the black‑clothed man had given him this technique.

Without the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture, even if he survived tonight from the monster's grasp, he would remain weak for a long time.

Jiang Feng continued to circulate the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit Scripture, immersed in cultivation.

Spiritual energy cycled within him, again and again scouring his meridians, nourishing his dantian, and repairing his spiritual power.

Time passed second by second.

Unbeknownst to him, a whole night passed.

The next day, dawn had just broken.

Morning light seeped through the curtain cracks, spilling onto the floor, warm and cozy.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes; his pupils were extraordinarily sharp, like two drawn swords flashing in the morning light.

After a night of cultivation, his spiritual loss had almost been fully compensated.

He moved his body slightly, and a faint crackling sound rose from head to toe, clear and pleasant.

The wounds on his body had completely healed, leaving no scars. His true qi was abundant and full, even richer than before.

Last night's battle felt like a dream.

If not for the black crack on the jade tablet at his chest, he would almost have thought it an illusion.

Jiang Feng lowered his gaze to look at the jade tablet.

The jade tablet still hung at his chest, entirely emerald green, crystal clear and translucent.

Yet that black crack, like a scar etched onto the jade tablet, was shocking to behold.

Afterwards Jiang Feng turned around, walked out of the room, and went downstairs.

In the living room, Su Lao had already gotten up, and was sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

At this moment, a sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the door.

Jiang Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked toward the door.

A moment later, Song Dianjun's voice came from outside the door, carrying a hint of urgency.

"Mr. Jiang, the Linghu Family has arrived!"

Jiang Feng's gaze slightly tightened.

They have come.

He stood up and said to Su Lao.

"Grandfather, I'm going out for a bit."

Su Lao nodded, without asking further.

Jiang Feng walked out of the living room, crossed the courtyard, and arrived at the door.

Song Dianjun stood at the door, with a few personal guards behind him. Their expressions were all tense, hands on sword hilts, ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing Jiang Feng come out, Song Dianjun quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice to say.

"Mr. Jiang, three people have come."

Jiang Feng nodded, his expression calm.

"Let them in."

Song Dianjun hesitated a moment, then asked quietly.

"Mr. Jiang, should we……"

Jiang Feng waved his hand.

"No need. I can handle it alone."

Song Dianjun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Jiang Feng's gaze, he swallowed the words back.

He turned around and waved his hand toward the door.

"Let them in!"

As his words fell, three people walked in from outside.

Walking in front was a woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a white dress, hair draped over her shoulders, delicate features, fair skin.

Linghu Xue.

Her complexion was somewhat pale, with a faint bluish tint under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well last night.

But her gaze remained sharp, and her steps remained steady.

Behind Linghu Xue followed an old man.

The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, wearing a gray robe, hair white with streaks, face full of wrinkles, but spirited, with deep eyes.

His aura was restrained, his steps light, almost soundless.

But Jiang Feng could sense that this old man was very strong.

He was stronger than Linghu Xue by who knows how many times.

His cultivation was at least half-step Martial Sovereign Peak, and possibly even touching the threshold of Martial Sovereign.

Behind the old man, two more people carried a stretcher.

On the stretcher lay a person, covered with a white quilt, face unseen. But from the outline of the quilt, it could be seen that it was a woman, slender and bony.

A cold aura emanated from the stretcher, as if it had been lifted from an ice cellar.

Jiang Feng knew, that was Linghu Xing.

Su Xueyan's biological mother.