The room was filled with a rich fragrance.
Song Chenxi disliked the bitter smell of medicinal soups, so Song Gudú had taken out the extremely rare Kirin Tree Heart and burned it as incense. It was said that the Kirin Tree was where the Divine Beast Kirin dwelled, and that its heartwood could only condense after a thousand years of growth. It was an excellent material for cultivation and alchemy—priceless and almost impossible to find.
Yet Song Gudú had not hesitated to use it. He had simply tossed it into the censer in his granddaughter's room, allowing her to breathe in the cool, refreshing scent of the heartwood. When it came to doting on his granddaughter, Song Gudú spared no expense.
But at that moment, Song Chenxi lay on the bed with skin as translucent as jade, her entire body trembling nonstop. Even more bizarrely, a thin layer of ice had formed over her face and hands. Every time she breathed, clouds of white mist poured from her mouth, as if she were in an icy cavern.
Song Gudú rushed into the room and immediately placed his fingers on Song Chenxi's pulse. A moment later, he said grimly, "The cold has entered her five viscera and six bowels. If we can't drive it out, I'm afraid she won't survive."
"Old Immortal, please save Miss! Miss, she's—she's so pitiful!" The maid Xiao Xing sobbed and begged from the side.
"Is there any way to treat her?" Old Butler stood beside Song Gudú and asked anxiously as he watched Song Chenxi's breathing grow increasingly labored, as if she might die at any moment.
"This extreme cold is exceptionally troublesome. After all these years, we still haven't been able to expel it completely. We can only use vital energy and medicinal power to