Chapter 618: To Make a Move?

Linghu Xing slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyelashes twitched a few times, as if she had been pulled out of a bottomless sleep, her consciousness still drifting between chaos and wakefulness.

She gazed at the ceiling above, her vision gradually shifting from scattered to focused, bit by bit recognizing her surroundings.

Linghu Dongyuan stood frozen in place, as if his acupoints had been sealed, motionlessly staring at the person on the sickbed who was just waking up.

His hand still held the seal posture, the icy true qi in his palm having mostly dissipated, yet he was completely unaware of it.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape, his throat feeling as if stuffed with cotton, rendering him unable to utter a word.

After several breaths, he finally snapped back to his senses.

His body trembled, not from fear, but from excitement.

He took three strides in two steps, rushing to the bedside, bent over, placed both hands on the bed's edge, his lips quivering several times before he could speak.

"Xing..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a cautious tone, as if he feared that speaking too loudly would jolt the just-awakened Linghu Xing back into unconsciousness.

Linghu Xing's gaze slowly shifted, moving from the ceiling to Linghu Dongyuan's wrinkled face; her vision was still somewhat unfocused, but she recognized who he was.

She moved her lips and uttered a muffled, hoarse reply.

"Dongyuan... Elder?"

Upon hearing that, Linghu Dongyuan felt as if struck by something, his eye sockets instantly reddening.

He sniffed, almost shouting.

Great! You've finally awakened, Xing! I, old brother, have at last not disappointed the family's expectations!

His tears welled in his eye sockets but did not fall.

He forcefully blinked several times, holding back the moisture, then turned his head to glance at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of gratitude.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but a thousand words surged to his lips, not knowing where to begin, so he simply nodded firmly.

Linghu Xing's gaze moved away from Linghu Dongyuan and began to scan the surroundings.

She vaguely felt that something was different. The oppressive feeling in the air had vanished, that heavy weight that had pressed on her chest day and night, making it hard to breathe, was like a stone that had been shifted away from her body.

Then she saw Jiang Feng.

He stood on the opposite side of the room, a few steps from the bed, with his hands clasped behind his back.

Linghu Xing's pupils constricted slightly.

She had just awakened, her consciousness still hazy, her body weak, yet her cultivation had not regressed.

She was a half-step Martial Ancestor, only one step away from entering the Martial Ancestor Realm.

Even after lying unconscious in bed for so long, her perception remained keen.

She sensed a dangerous aura.

She had felt this sensation only with those ancient monsters in Kyoto.

That kind of being, who had lived who-knows-how-many years, with unfathomable cultivation, standing at the pinnacle of this world's pyramid.

Who is this man?

Why is he in her room? Why does Elder Dongyuan treat him with such reverence?

Linghu Xing's brows furrowed slightly, her gaze shifting from Jiang Feng's face to Linghu Dongyuan.

"Elder Dongyuan..."

Her voice remained hoarse, but much clearer than before, tinged with wariness.

"Who is he?"

Linghu Dongyuan paused, glanced at Linghu Xing, then at Jiang Feng, and hurriedly explained.

"Ah, Xing, this is Jiang Feng, Divine Doctor Jiang. It was he who saved your life with his intervention!"

"Jiang Feng?"

Linghu Xue searched her memory; having been renowned for years, she knew all the major forces of the jianghu like the back of her hand, yet the name Jiang Feng was one she was certain she had never heard before.

Linghu Xing's gaze fell upon Jiang Feng once more, this time more scrutinizing.

Her perception spread like a net, attempting to capture the man's aura.

But she could capture nothing.

It wasn't that he lacked aura; rather, his aura was too profound, so deep that she could not fathom its depths.

She was like someone peering down a well's mouth, seeing only darkness, unaware of how deep the well truly went.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Linghu Xing's heart.

She could sense Jiang Feng's danger.

This man, his menace even exceeded that of the ancient monsters in Kyoto by threefold.

She fell silent for several breaths, withdrawing her gaze.

Then she slightly lifted her chin, speaking in a light tone, revealing little emotion.

"If that's the case, then thank you, Divine Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Feng looked at her, the corners of his mouth slightly rising, revealing a faint smile.

"No need for courtesy."

"As long as you remember to fulfill your promise."

Linghu Xing's brow furrowed slightly.

"A promise?"

"What promise?"

Having been unconscious for so long, she knew nothing of any matters, nor had she made any promises.

She turned her head to look at Linghu Dongyuan, her gaze questioning.

Linghu Dongyuan's expression instantly became extremely awkward. His mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words got stuck at his lips and he swallowed them back.

His gaze swept back and forth between Linghu Xing and Jiang Feng a few times, then, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath.

"That... Ah Xing..."

His voice was dry and flat, carrying a tone that even he found absurd.

"Divine Doctor Jiang is not only the doctor who saved you, he..."

He paused, rubbed his hands together, as if trying to smooth out that sentence.

"He is still... still your son-in-law."

The room fell silent in an instant.

Even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

Linghu Xing widened her eyes.

Her mouth hung open, her pupils contracted sharply, and her whole body stiffened on the bed as if struck by lightning.

Her lips twitched, wanting to speak, but she couldn't utter a word. Her complexion shifted from the recently restored flush to an indescribable pallor; her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her, knuckles whitening.

"Son... son-in-law?"

Her voice trembled, filled with an incredulous shock, as if she had heard a tale from the Arabian Nights.

After being unconscious for so many years, when did she acquire a son-in-law!

Wait...

Linghu Xing suddenly remembered that, in Jiangnan, she still had a daughter!

Su Xueyan!

She is the crystallization of her and her one true love in this lifetime!

So, Jiang Feng, is he Su Xueyan's husband?

At this moment, an incredibly hot surge of power instantly spread from Linghu Xing's body!

It surged directly toward Jiang Feng!

This scene really happened far too quickly.

No one expected that the first thing Linghu Xing would do upon waking would be to attack Jiang Feng!

Linghu Dongyuan also froze; he had just opened his mouth to stop her.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng let out a cold snort.

"As soon as she wakes, she attacks her lifesaver; the Linghu family's upbringing seems in need of improvement!"

As soon as his words fell, Jiang Feng slowly raised his hand!

In the next instant, Linghu Xing, as if struck hard, spat out a mouthful of blood!