Saint

Zhang Shaoqin's body was stiff and still carried a trace of cold.

His pulse was still beating faintly.

"He's been contaminated by the Ice Coffin for three years now.

He's nine years old, he just looks younger."

Hearing Zhang Daolin's words, Lin Chao was slightly taken aback.

He really wanted to ask: How old are you, sir?

Zhang Daolin looked like he wasn't even twenty.

Of course, he didn't say such a thing.

Lin Chao placed his hand on Zhang Shaoqin's body.

He closed his eyes.

Zhang Daolin watched this scene without speaking.

He didn't understand what Lin Ping was doing.

Nor did he know why he had entrusted the child to Lin Ping.

His hand touched Zhang Shaoqin's body, and Lin Chao's eyes were tightly shut.

He felt the world change at that moment.

The world he faced transformed into a land of ice and snow.

It was cold, very cold.

The wind howled, as if licking an iron pole outside would reveal a salty-sweet taste.

"I'm so cold..."

"I'm so cold..."

"Someone hug me..."

Eerie whispers continuously echoed, like demonic sounds.

This was the contamination of Exotic Treasures!

This contamination was mental.

However, matter determines consciousness, and consciousness affects matter.

When your mind is contaminated and you feel genuinely cold, you might actually freeze to death.

Many people succumbed to it and eventually died.

Previously, it was said that someone conducted an experiment.

They blindfolded a person, made a small cut on their wrist, and told them they were bleeding them.

In reality, no blood was drawn.

Then, the blindfolded person's body would exhibit symptoms of excessive blood loss.

This experiment is questionable, as Lin Chao had only heard about it.

In Lin Chao's opinion, the contamination from Exotic Treasures was mental.

However, this mental contamination was too powerful.

Or rather, the spirits of these Exotic Treasures far surpassed ordinary people.

No human could resist this mental contamination.

Lin Chao was different.

He looked at the scene, a smile forming on his lips.

"You're not cold."

"You're very warm."

"You even feel like taking off your clothes and running naked around Earth."

Lin Chao's words were like thunder.

Empowered by his Unwavering Dao Heart, Lin Chao was like a Saint.

The voice in the illusion faltered.

In an instant, it shattered.

Lin Chao opened his eyes: "Shaoqin, you're not cold. You're warm, and your body is very healthy."

Zhang Daolin watched this scene, his mind filled with confusion.

Of course, compared to the overwhelming sadness filling his mind, this confusion was insignificant.

However, in the next moment, Zhang Daolin's eyes widened.

Following Lin Chao's words, the frost on Zhang Shaoqin's body vanished. A flush of color appeared on his pale, stiff face, and his breathing became steady and smooth.

Zhang Shaoqin opened his eyes, a smile on his face. "Immortal Uncle, I'm really not cold anymore!"

"Shaoqin." Zhang Daolin was overjoyed.

He held Zhang Shaoqin and examined him from side to side.

Zhang Shaoqin was completely healed.

The contamination on his body had completely vanished!

Zhang Daolin looked at Lin Chao, his heart filled with emotion. "How... how did you do it?"

The contamination from Exotic Treasures was simply unsolvable.

Or rather, it was unsolvable by humans.

Humans simply couldn't withstand such a vast mental presence.

"Shaoqin was never cold; I merely told him that fact," Lin Chao said calmly.

Zhang Daolin was profoundly shaken.

"A Saint is vast and mighty, unbound by divinity, unswayed by the world. Though stars may dim, the Great Dao endures. You... you are a Saint reincarnated!"

Only a legendary Saint could possess such a powerful spirit, capable of resisting the contamination of Exotic Treasures.

The Great Xia Dynasty had continued for thousands of years, with many legends about Saints.

Each Saint was said to be a celestial star descending to the mortal realm.

They embodied the harmony of heaven and earth, followed the principles of the eight winds, harbored no resentment or anger, and suffered no affliction of thought.

Only a legendary Saint could truly resist the contamination of Exotic Treasures and maintain their spiritual integrity.

Saints were the totems of Great Xia, their symbols.

Did a Saint witness the Azure Lord's tyranny and personally descend to slay him?

Veins bulged on Zhang Daolin's forehead, his body trembling uncontrollably. His voice quivered, and he didn't even notice the spittle flying from his mouth.

Lin Chao smiled and said nothing.

"Madam, the young master of the Dan Jian Sect has arrived in the main hall."

The Ma residence was brightly lit.

A maidservant walked over, her head bowed, a humble smile on her face.

At this moment, a young woman sat on a futon.

Even at home, she wore a black veil, obscuring her features and making it impossible to discern her expression.

"Good."

The woman spoke, her voice carrying a hint of age.

Beneath the black veil, a sharp glint reflected in her eyes.

Finally, she would meet... a Specialist?

She felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Specialists were powerful, but she also had her own confidence.

Otherwise, even with immortality, she wouldn't have survived to this day.

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