Chapter 127

Feng Changdong wasted no more words. He reached out and gripped the Feng Family Disciple's wrist. A red gleam flickered in his eyes, and he entered a mysterious state.

Qiao Ranran was not idle either. She held a silver needle, waiting for the instant Feng Changdong made contact with the Spell Technique. She sensed it too. Though its workings were mysterious and hard to grasp, she could feel Feng Changdong drawing it away from its original position—already close to the center of the man's Inner Palace. If it exploded there, even if she saved him, he would probably be crippled.

A high-grade elixir could save him too, but Qiao Ranran had none, so Feng Changdong had to find a way to move the Spell Technique elsewhere. Mindful of how powerful its explosion would be, she struck with her needle the moment it moved, protecting the injured man's Inner Palace and Heart Meridian.

The two worked in perfect harmony, moving swiftly without exchanging a word. Qiao Ranran kept pace with Feng Changdong. The others could not quite follow what was happening, but Feng Changdong felt it keenly: she followed every movement he made, even every intention he formed, without his having to explain or think twice.

The feeling stirred something in his heart.

Qiao Ranran sensed the instant Feng Changdong lost focus. Yet her heart remained calm, without the slightest tremor. The memories of my past life won't become my shackles again. They're my strength, my wealth. I won't let the past bind me forever!

That included Wen Ziheng.

How freeing. Feeling her cultivation realm begin to loosen, Qiao Ranran did not panic. She steadily and carefully placed another needle. At the same moment, Feng Changdong detonated the Spell Technique, and a brilliant flower of blood burst from the Feng Family