Chapter 558: Someone wants her dead!

Linghu Dongyuan was extremely tense right now, the wrinkles on his face all scrunched together, his forehead covered in fine sweat.

His hands trembled slightly, and his voice also shook a bit.

He wasn't someone who had never seen big storms; he'd lived over sixty years and experienced all kinds of scenes. But right now, he really panicked.

After all, Linghu Xing bears the future of the Linghu family.

She is the Linghu family's most outstanding Heavenly Pride in a century, the hope of the Linghu family's next generation. If Linghu Xing dies, the Linghu family's strength will at least retreat twenty years.

If Linghu Xing dies in Jiangnan, not only him and Linghu Xue, but the entire Linghu family could face utter disaster!

The old fogeys in the family won't let them off, and other sects will take the chance to kick them while they're down.

So, he absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to Linghu Xing.

Facing Linghu Dongyuan's tension, Jiang Feng remained very calm. His expression didn't change at all, and his gaze was tranquil.

He spoke lightly.

"Linghu Elder, rest assured, since I, Jiang, have promised to treat Linghu Xing, I won't go back on my word. I'll first go check the exact situation, then reply to you."

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was crystal clear, exuding a reassuring strength.

Linghu Dongyuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he swallowed the words at his lips. He nodded and stepped aside.

At that moment, a surge of Heavenly Human Realm aura erupted, and a figure stepped in front of Jiang Feng.

That man was burly, dressed in a black tight outfit, his face full of bulging muscles, his eyes full of hostility.

He was exactly one of the two who initially carried the stretcher, a Linghu family disciple, Linghu Fu.

Linghu Fu blocked Jiang Feng's face, shouting at Linghu Dongyuan: "Elder! Don't let him touch Elder Xing again!"

His voice was loud, echoing in the courtyard, shaking the leaves into a rustle.

"He is Su Xueyan's man! Su Xueyan has always hated Elder Xing, so he could never possibly treat Elder Xing! He's deliberately harming Elder Xing!"

Linghu Fu said this, pointing at Jiang Feng's nose, his eyes full of anger and distrust.

"Elder, think about it—Elder Xing took his medicine and then had an accident; isn't that obvious? He's taking revenge!"

Linghu Dongyuan's brows furrowed, his eyes flickered for a moment—he was obviously also considering this.

Jiang Feng recognized him—he was indeed one of the two who initially carried the stretcher, probably also a Linghu family disciple.

His cultivation is at the Heavenly Human Realm Mid Stage; in the Linghu family he counts as a mid-level disciple, but his status isn't high, so he only does manual labor.

Facing the doubts, Jiang Feng didn't panic at all.

He turned his head to look at Linghu Dongyuan, his gaze light, his expression calm.

"I don't like Linghu Xing."

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was crystal clear.

"But since I promised, as a healer, I, Jiang, would absolutely never do something like prescribing medicine to harm someone!"

He paused, then locked his gaze on the speaking Linghu Fu, and said word by word:

"I also won't allow anyone to desecrate my medical reputation!"

Linghu Fu's face changed slightly, but he still held his neck stiff, refusing to move aside.

Linghu Dongyuan gave Jiang Feng a deep look, his eyes full of complex emotions.

He fell silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice low and firm.

"Let him go see Elder Xing!"

His tone left no room for doubt.

"If he has any problem, I, old brother, will strike him dead on the spot!"

Linghu Dongyuan said this, his aura suddenly erupting, a terrifying pressure spreading. A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes—not to intimidate, but genuine.

Linghu Fu still refused to move, standing there like a wall.

Linghu Dongyuan let out a cold snort, his voice full of anger.

"Linghu Fu, are you questioning my decision, old brother?"

His eyes shot toward Linghu Fu like blades, the pressure intensifying, making Linghu Fu's legs tremble.

Seeing Linghu Dongyuan truly angry, Linghu Fu dared not block him any longer.

He gritted his teeth, turned sideways to let him pass, but still stared dead at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of hostility, as if Jiang Feng were his mortal enemy.

Jiang Feng didn't look at him, striding into the house.

Su Lao knew Linghu Xing's identity, so he specially placed her in the main bedroom on the first floor. That was the Su family's best room—spacious, bright, and well-ventilated.

Jiang Feng walked to the doorway and pushed open the door.

A wave of heat hit him head-on, like walking into a sauna.

The temperature in the room was frighteningly high, at least forty or fifty degrees.

The curtains were drawn, the light dim, the air stuffy and hot, making it hard to breathe.

As soon as Jiang Feng entered the room, he felt it was like a sauna, endless waves of heat coming from all directions, scorching his skin and hair.

Jiang Feng just entered the house and immediately felt that the room seemed like a sauna; endless heat waves surged from all directions, roasting people's skin until it felt hot.

"Elder Xing developed internal fire poison while cultivating a fire technique. These years we've used thousand-year Xuan ice to control her temperature, placing her in the Cold Pool Secret Realm."

"A Xing was practicing fire-element cultivation technique when fire poison entered her body. Over these years, we have been using Thousand-year Xuan Ice to control her body temperature, placing her in the Cold Pool Secret Realm."

"Originally, I could tell your medicines counter fire poison—they're mild and brilliantly combined. But for some reason, after infusing Elder Xing with them, her fire poison suddenly went out of control! Her temperature shot up, and even the thousand-year Xuan ice couldn't suppress it."

"Originally, I could tell that your medicines were meant to counter fire poison; their properties were mild and their combination exquisite. But I don't know why, after injecting them into A Xing, A Xing's fire poison suddenly went out of control! Her temperature shot up, and even the Thousand-year Xuan Ice couldn't suppress it."

"I, old brother, have practiced medicine for many years and have never seen this situation."

Jiang Feng didn't speak, merely standing at the doorway, looking at Linghu Xing lying on the bed.

Her complexion was flushed, her lips chapped, her forehead covered in sweat beads.

Her face was flushed, Mouth lips were chapped, sweat beads covered her forehead.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving violently, and from her mouth came occasional moans, as if she were enduring great suffering.

The quilt had been pulled back, she wore a thin nightgown, her clothing soaked through with sweat and clinging to her body.

Her skin flushed an abnormal red, as if it had been burned by fire.

The temperature in the room kept rising, the thermometer on the wall showing it had exceeded fifty degrees.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

He walked to the bedside, reached out, and placed his hand on Linghu Xing's wrist.

His fingers touched her skin, scorching hot, as if he had touched a piece of red-hot iron. Jiang Feng's brows furrowed slightly, but he did not pull his hand back.

He closed his eyes and began to take her pulse.

Her pulse was chaotic, soon like a wild horse that had broken its reins, galloping wildly through her meridians.

The fire poison ravaged her body, like a fire dragon rolling, roaring, and burning through her meridians.

Jiang Feng carefully sensed every thread of change in the pulse, missing no detail.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

A full minute passed before he opened his eyes.

His eyes grew sharp, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Feng released his hand, turned around, and looked at Linghu Dongyuan.

His voice was flat, yet each word struck like a thunderclap, exploding beside Linghu Dongyuan's ear.

"Linghu Elder, someone in your Linghu family wants her dead!"