bookcurios Chapter 227 Xuannv 91
Chapter 227 Xuannv 91
It is regrettable that Xing Huan fell into coma again as soon as he finished speaking, just like a candle in the wind, whose life could be extinguished at any time.
Donghua couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw this. His handsome face was now filled with worry. He kept making seals with his hands, transferring his powerful spiritual power into Xinghuan's body, trying to stabilize her shaky life.
At the same time, Donghua turned his head to look at Chonglin who was standing beside him, and ordered in a serious tone: "Chonglin, take my token and quickly pass the message to Zheyan, and ask him to come as soon as possible!" Chonglin did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and hurriedly took the token respectfully, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the sky.
Then, Donghua called Siming again and ordered him in a serious tone: "Siming, go and find Goddess Yaoguang for help as soon as possible. Don't make any mistakes!" Siming took the order and left, praying secretly in his heart that he could meet Goddess Yaoguang smoothly.
In fact, according to common sense, when encountering such a difficult matter, the first thing to do is to ask the God Mo Yuan to come out. Unfortunately, at this moment, Mo Yuan was in seclusion and could not get out to rescue. Otherwise, with Mo Yuan's medical skills and magical powers, there might really be a glimmer of hope to pull Xing Huan back from the brink of life and death.
"Emperor, what can I do?" King Yao Ling looked at Emperor Donghua's hands that were constantly supplying spiritual power, his voice trembling and anxious. His eyes moved back and forth between Emperor Donghua and the seriously injured and unconscious Xinghuan, his heart full of desire to help, "I can supply spiritual power to Xinghuan." As he said this, he was about to step forward to use his magic power.
Emperor Donghua raised his hand slightly to stop him and shook his head lightly, his expression solemn and helpless: "No, Xinghuan can't absorb spiritual power now. My spiritual power can only preserve the activity of Xinghuan's meridians. If you don't want Xinghuan to become a useless person, you must find someone with vitality. It's a pity that the Qinglong clan has been wiped out long ago." The emperor's long sigh echoed in the silent space, containing a sense of powerlessness in the face of this difficult situation.
King Yao Ling was struck by lightning. His body swayed violently and the pain on his face became even more intense: "Is there really no other way? Your Majesty, you have great powers. There must be other ways in this world. Please save Xing Huan. He is still so young and has plenty of time and ambitions to realize. He should not suffer such a misfortune." His words were full of pleading and sorrow. His eyes were red and tears were about to burst out.
Emperor Donghua frowned and shook his head again. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be shrouded by a thick haze, which made people feel suffocated. Only the faint light emitted by Emperor Donghua when he transferred his spiritual power flickered tenaciously in the darkness, as if struggling against the endless darkness and despair, becoming a weak but precious ray of hope for Xinghuan at this moment.
"I have Phoenix Tears, which can temporarily soothe the harm of the Immortal Fire to Xinghuan. However, this fire is sinister and Phoenix Tears alone cannot remove it." Emperor Donghua frowned, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his worries were like thick fog. The Phoenix Tears flickered on his fingertips, just like a candle swaying in the wind. Although there was a light of hope, it was so weak and powerless. He thought to himself that this situation was difficult, just like being trapped in a thorn bush, and every step could hurt Xinghuan's life. The strength of the spiritual power in his hand became more and more steady, as if he wanted to use his own strength to support a tent for Xinghuan to temporarily avoid disaster.
When King Yao Ling saw Xing Huan dying, he was so anxious that his eyes were about to burst. He asked hurriedly: "Then did you summon Lord Yaoguang to come here to help us out of this predicament? Your Majesty, I am worried to death. Xing Huan is like the pearl of our clan, how can he be allowed to die in the dust? I hope Your Majesty can tell me what magic spell Lord Yaoguang can use to bring him back to life?" As he spoke, his body trembled slightly and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His panic was beyond words, but he still forced himself to remain calm, as if he was afraid of losing his composure and letting Xing Huan lose any more hope.
Emperor Donghua nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Yaoguang, its nature is like light, pure and kind, and it also contains healing power. If its power is poured into Xinghuan, even if it cannot eliminate the disaster immediately, it can also ensure Xinghuan's life. It is like a lonely boat in the dark night, which can be moored to the shore to maintain peace temporarily." After he finished speaking, he listened attentively. The footsteps coming from afar were like the sound of fate knocking on the door, which made a glimmer of hope in his gloomy eyes.
"Emperor, Lord Yaoguang has arrived." Siming said loudly at the door, his joy hard to conceal in his voice, as if someone is waiting for rain after a long drought.
"Come in, Yaoguang." Emperor Donghua called out in a voice as loud as a bell, shaking the air in the hall slightly.
Yaoguang entered gracefully, and in the backlight, her figure seemed to have descended like a god. She looked around and saw Xinghuan lying unconscious, and everyone's faces were as gloomy as water. She couldn't help but ask: "Donghua, why is it so urgent that you summoned me to Taichen Palace in a hurry? Is this worry related to the injured person?" Her voice was clear, like a spring splashing on rocks, and her eyes were full of doubt and concern, just like the faint light in the morning mist, hazy but real.
"Greetings to the Supreme God Yaoguang." King Yaoling was extremely anxious, but he still managed to remain calm. He quickly put on his clothes, stepped forward, and respectfully bowed to Yaoguang. He bent his legs, lowered his waist, straightened his back, and slowly moved his forehead towards the ground until it almost touched the cold ground. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, showing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.
"King Yao Ling, you are still so polite after not seeing you for many years." Yao Guang had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes revealed a hint of kindness and nostalgia for his old friend. He gently raised his right hand and waved it slightly, signaling King Yao Ling to stand up. The movement was elegant and leisurely, as if the tense atmosphere around him could not affect him at all.
"To be honest with you, the emperor, this time it was all for my grandson Xing Huan." King Yao Ling slowly stood up, his face showing more respect, his brows furrowed, and worry covered his face like a haze. His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a heavy burden. The sadness was so evident that the air around him seemed to become heavier.
"Xing Huan? Didn't you say you were in seclusion?" Yaoguang tilted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. The Xing Huan in his memory was the young man who exuded youthful vitality and fearless courage when he went out to gain experience many years ago. His figure was still clear in the long river of time, so when he heard that he had encountered an accident, doubts surged in his heart like a tide.
"Xing Huan was in seclusion, but he was injured by Qingqiu Bai Qian, the princess, during his seclusion. Now his life or death is unknown, so he came to Taichen Palace to ask the emperor for help." King Yao Ling's eyes instantly turned red, and tears rolled wildly in his eyes, as if a flood was about to burst. His heart was full of love and worry for Xing Huan. When he thought of his well-behaved grandson who was now on the verge of death, grief was like a sharp blade, fiercely twisting his heart, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, like a dead leaf shivering in the autumn wind.
"Bai Qian?" Yaoguang frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion and doubt, and he whispered this unfamiliar name softly, as if he was trying to search for any memory related to it in his mind, but found nothing. In his long years, this name had never appeared in his cognitive map, as if it was a meteor that suddenly broke into his world, and he had no idea of its origin and trajectory.
"Forget it, let's talk about it later. I'll go see Xinghuan first." Yaoguang was anxious, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He didn't bother to explore the story behind the strange name. He spoke anxiously, his steps hurried, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he walked quickly towards where Xinghuan was. Approaching the bed, he habitually stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers were about to rest on Xinghuan's wrist to feel his pulse. However, when his eyes touched Xinghuan's peacock body, which could no longer maintain its human form, with messy feathers and bloodstains, his hand suddenly stopped in the air, and a trace of surprise and helplessness flashed across his face. Helpless, he could only take a deep breath and slowly circulate his own majestic spiritual power. The spiritual power was like a trickle at first, and then gradually gathered into a turbulent spiritual river. He carefully probed into Xinghuan's body and checked the injury inch by inch. As his spiritual power deepened, Yaoguang's face became more and more solemn, as if covered with dark clouds. The injuries hidden in Xinghuan's body were like a bottomless dark vortex, ruthlessly devouring Xinghuan's vitality.
"Donghua, are there any Phoenix Tears?" After Yaoguang finished his investigation, he slowly withdrew his spiritual power, raised his head, and looked at Emperor Donghua beside him with a hint of expectation and eagerness in his eyes.
"Yes." Emperor Donghua's expression was as calm as water, his deep eyes were as still as a well, and he just flipped his wrist casually, and a moon-white exquisite box appeared silently on his palm as if it had passed through the cracks of time and space. The box emitted a soft glow, just like the brightest star in the night sky, subtly but firmly telling the extraordinary and precious treasure inside.
Yaoguang didn't bother to be polite with Donghua. He stepped forward and took the box with his hands. His movements were neat and decisive. He quickly opened the lid of the box. In an instant, the warm luster of the Phoenix Tears filled the entire space, as if a small bright moon appeared in the world. Yaoguang quickly changed the seals with his hands. His ten fingers danced in the air like a smart dancer. He muttered something. The ancient and mysterious spells echoed in the house like a string of smart notes. Then, Yaoguang forced the Phoenix Tears into Xinghuan's heart. His eyes were focused and firm, guiding Xinghuan's broken body to slowly absorb this precious spiritual object. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Every second that passed carried everyone's expectations. After a while, seeing that Xinghuan's breath had stabilized a little, and the originally disordered breath became regular, Yaoguang breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body also relaxed a little.
"Let's go, let's go out and talk." After Yaoguang stabilized Xinghuan's injury temporarily, she turned to the crowd and walked out first. Her back looked a little tired, and her steps were not as brisk as when she came. She was full of solemnity and worry, as if a heavy mountain was pressing on Yaoguang's shoulders. Obviously, Xinghuan's injury was so serious and difficult to treat, that this usually calm and composed God also felt a huge pressure.
"Zheyan hasn't come yet?" Yaoguang frowned slightly, with a hint of anxiety and confusion in his eyes, he turned to look at Emperor Donghua and asked.
"He is in seclusion. I asked Chonglin to take my token and go find him." Donghua looked calm and spoke in a steady tone, but there was a hint of worry in his deep eyes.
"I can only hold on for three days at most. I must ask Zheyan to take out the Immortal Fire. I don't have the blood of the Phoenix, so I can't take it out." Yaoguang looked directly into Donghua's eyes, his expression serious and solemn, his words full of helplessness and urgency.
"Is it not possible for the two of us to join forces?" Donghua raised his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of unwillingness and a desire to try.
"No, we don't have the power to survive, so we can't force ourselves to act." Yaoguang shook his head slowly and sighed softly. The sigh echoed in the silent space, like a silent sigh for this difficult situation.
“I will ask the Thirty-Six War Tribes to look for a tribe with vitality. We can’t just sit there and wait.” Yaoguang’s eyes became firm, and his tone was filled with unquestionable determination, as if he had found a ray of new hope in this predicament.
“I will also ask the seventy-two divine generals to pay attention.” Emperor Donghua put his hands behind his back, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his voice was low and powerful, showing his determination and responsibility to deal with this crisis together with Yaoguang.
"But I'm curious about how Bai Qian hurt Xing Huan." Yao Guang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes, breaking the silence. He couldn't imagine what kind of incident could cause Xing Huan to suffer such a serious injury, and what kind of ability the woman named Bai Qian had.
"It should be that Bai Qian has a magic weapon. Didn't you see Xing Huan's injuries?" Emperor Donghua raised his eyes slightly, his expression calm, as if he had already thought about this question, and there was a hint of rhetoric in his tone. In his opinion, with Xing Huan's cultivation and ability, if there was no extremely powerful magic weapon to help, Bai Qian would not be able to injure him to such a state, and the traces of injuries left in Xing Huan's body also faintly revealed the unique breath of the power of the magic weapon.
Yaoguang nodded slightly, and said thoughtfully: "Even with the help of magic weapons, the power of Princess Bai Qian should not be underestimated to be able to injure Xing Huan so badly. I just don't know if there is another hidden story. Xing Huan was in seclusion at the time, how could he have a conflict with her?"
Donghua looked solemn and said slowly, "When Xinghuan wakes up, everything will be clear. The most urgent task now is to find Zheyan within three days and take out the Immortal Fire, otherwise Xinghuan's life will be in danger."
King Yao Ling listened from the side, his face full of sorrow and self-blame: "It's all my fault that I failed to protect Xing Huan. If I had been more careful, he wouldn't have suffered this disaster."
Yaoguang patted King Yaoling on the shoulder and consoled him, "King Yaoling, don't blame yourself too much. Now that things have come to this, we will do our best to remedy the situation. The thirty-six war tribes and the seventy-two divine generals have gone to explore the tribes with vitality. Perhaps there will be a chance of a turnaround."
At this moment, Siming came hurriedly, looking a little panicked: "Emperor, God, I got the news that God Zheyan's retreat seems to be blocked by a mysterious force. It is difficult to enter when you come back. I am afraid that I will not be able to invite God Zheyan in time."
Donghua's eyes were stern: "Is this true? It seems that things are getting more and more difficult."
Yaoguang pondered for a moment and said resolutely: "Then we can't just rely on Zheyan, we need to think of another way. I will use another ancient method. Although it cannot completely eliminate the immortal fire, it may delay it for a while. However, Xinghuan will be in great pain during this period. I don't know if he can bear it."
King Yao Ling said hurriedly: "As long as we can save Xing Huan, we must try any method. I believe Xing Huan will be able to persevere."
Donghua nodded: "That's the only way. Yaoguang, just let go and I will protect you."
Yaoguang took a deep breath, and the light around him became brighter. As he waved his hands, ancient runes appeared in the air and slowly sank into Xinghuan's body. Xinghuan's body trembled slightly, and he let out a low cry of pain. King Yaoling clenched his fists tightly, his face full of heartache, but he didn't dare to disturb him.