(Xue Ling had checked the recommendation votes before going to sleep last night: 193 votes. Same old rule—once the condition for an extra chapter was met, there would be no delay. Thanks to all readers for their support.)
Xue Ling had collapsed from exhaustion. When Su Qing went to help feed Xue Ling's senior sister a Hundred-Poison Pill, Xue Ling still stood there in a daze. Had Lu Xiaotian not called out to her, she probably would not have snapped back to her senses.
In truth, Xue Ling's condition was far worse than expected. By Lu Xiaotian's estimate, she had transferred too much vital essence and lost at least ten years of her lifespan. If he had not been an alchemist and fed her several pills to strengthen her foundation and replenish her essence, it would not have been impossible for her to die from bodily weakness.
Xue Ling's body was far too depleted, and she remained asleep for the time being. Unable to sit still, Su Qing and Luo Qian had wanted to go out for a look around. Yet with their abilities, they had nearly gotten lost amid those bizarre ice crystals. The tangled rays of light in particular left both of them looking unwell when they returned, somewhat weary, their divine senses seemingly affected.
Lu Xiaotian's heart tightened, though he secretly found it somewhat amusing. This was good too—it would keep the two of them from running around everywhere. It would be troublesome if other cultivators outside discovered their tracks. Although demonic beasts ran rampant in the Misty Forbidden Land and its auras were chaotic, making it exceedingly difficult to find two or three people, and ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators faced deadly peril within, nothing in this world was absolute. If their luck truly ran dry and