Lu Xiaotian did not know how long he had slept. Xiang Qingcheng, who lay beside him, leaned against his side like a docile lamb. Her stunningly beautiful face, which usually carried a trace of proud aloofness, was now completely open to him, exuding a bewitching allure that made it difficult to look away.
Xiang Qingcheng's face was also filled with fatigue, yet beneath that fatigue was an extraordinary satisfaction, and a captivating smile played at the corners of her lips.
If I had accepted Luo Qing sooner, perhaps she would be wearing the same satisfied expression now. Lu Xiaotian sighed inwardly.
Composing himself, Lu Xiaotian recalled everything that had happened from entering the Spirit Ruins Mystic Realm from the Blue Demon Sea to returning to this Feihong-class warship. Fierce battles had followed one after another along the way, especially his several clashes with the One-Eyed Three-Armed Demon. They had been perilous, but they had also brought Lu Xiaotian tremendous gains.
After all, among the Nascent Soul Cultivators who had fought a Spirit Transformation powerhouse and still survived, Lu Xiaotian was unquestionably an anomaly.
At this moment, the blood within his body was like a river frozen solid in winter. His Nascent Soul, magic beads, Demon-Suppressing Tower, Misty Flying Sword, and even the Soul Battle Origin Pearl, Fusion Origin Blood Pearl, and Wishful Battle Armor were all covered in a layer of gleaming ice. No matter how Lu Xiaotian urged them with his Primordial Spirit, the magic power within his Nascent Soul could not pass through the ice and circulate out. The injuries Lu Xiaotian had suffered this time were probably the most severe in his entire life.
The circulating power in his meridians was also frozen, making it impossible to direct. As a body cultivator, his blood astral power was