Likewise, a purely martial arts expert—even a martial grandmaster—might not necessarily be able to save Madam Hong.
At its root, Madam Hong herself was a collection of fortunate coincidences.
A forbidden technique born from a fortunate coincidence, and a person who, by another fortunate coincidence, survived after using that forbidden technique.
How could a miracle born from the collision of coincidences be treated by ordinary means?
Just like Madam Hong's father, General Hong, or the renowned physicians and formidable experts the couple had sought out over the years—not one had completely resolved Madam Hong's condition.
Even an expert like Si Peng, who was proficient in fire arts, could only join forces with Water Envoy Luo Ning to barely ease Madam Hong's discomfort and delay the onset of the cold poison. They could not eradicate it completely.
Indeed, merely hearing of these circumstances made Meng Zhao feel that the matter was exceedingly thorny. Of his original complete confidence, eighty percent had already vanished, while the remaining twenty percent seemed ready to disappear at any moment.
"How about it, General Lu? Do you have any method? Even a direction would do!"
Hong Tianzheng, a solemn, iron-boned man, now looked at Meng Zhao with an almost pleading gaze. His deeply ink-black eyes brimmed with hope and longing, a sight that was truly heart-wrenching.
But Meng Zhao would not fight a battle he had no certainty of winning, so he could only speak frankly.
"From what General Hong has said, Madam Hong's condition is truly a rare and extraordinary occurrence. It cannot be resolved through mere medical skill or martial prowess alone. In particular, the power of ice has fused with her bloodline; they share the fate of flourishing and falling together, and must not be tampered with rashly."
Simply expelling the power of