"Heal her? This is a rare physique, perfectly suited for cultivation. Why would you want to cure it?" Ye Feng's voice carried a trace of curiosity.
"Master Ye, do you have a way to help her cultivate?" Lin Xiao asked, eyes filled with desperate hope.
But then, without warning, Lin Xiao dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. "Master Ye, please save Qingtan. No matter the cost—whatever you ask of me, I will do it."
Ye Feng frowned and casually waved his hand. A gentle force lifted Lin Xiao up from the ground.
"What are you doing, Lin Xiao? Get up."
"Does this mean... you've agreed to save Qingtan?" Lin Xiao asked with wide eyes.
Ye Feng's gaze softened slightly. "When I first descended onto Tianxuan Continent, she was the first person I saw. Perhaps... this is destiny."
With that, he walked forward, leaned down, and carefully lifted the frail Lin Qingtan into his arms. Her body was icy cold, her movements sluggish from the frost invading her system.
He carried her into the room and gently laid her on the bed.
"Young Master Ye isn't affected at all?" Liu Yan exclaimed in surprise.
The cold emanating from Lin Qingtan wasn't ordinary. In the past, anyone who touched her—Lin Dong, Liu Yan, or even Lin Xiao—would feel numb from the freezing energy. But Ye Feng? Apart from a few ice crystals on his robe, he looked entirely unfazed.
Of course, Liu Yan had no idea that the intense cold in Lin Qingtan's body was a tonic to Ye Feng. As the God of Creation, this coldness wasn't a threat—it was nourishment.
"S-So cold..." Qingtan murmured, her voice weak as snowflakes clung to her lashes.
"Master Ye, please save my sister," Lin Dong pleaded, clearly anxious.
Ye Feng took her hand.
"Master Ye, please don't—"
Lin Qingtan, though half-conscious, stirred at the sensation. Ye Feng smiled gently.
"It's alright. Relax."
He activated the divine power within him, the sacred energy of the God of Creation. Streams of chaotic energy surged from his body into Qingtan's. The coldness inside her responded instantly, swirling and condensing.
With careful control, Ye Feng guided the frigid aura toward her dantian. There, he molded the power into an icy sphere—a miniature world of its own, formed by his divine hand.
Only the God of Creation could perform such a feat.
As the frozen sphere stabilized, Qingtan's complexion gradually improved. Her pale cheeks regained a hint of color, and the frost began to melt from her skin.
"Thank you... Master Ye," she whispered, her voice still soft but filled with gratitude.
"Qingtan, remember the circulation route of the cold air. This will become your cultivation method."
Ye Feng guided her through three complete cycles, patiently helping her establish control. Once she could circulate the energy independently, he released her wrist. The glowing godmark on his forehead slowly faded.
"It is done."
From that moment on, the coldness that once plagued Lin Qingtan became her strength.
The sphere in her dantian wasn't just a storage of cold. It was a living, breathing microcosm. As it grew, so would her power. Her Yin Constitution, a rare demonic body capable of producing endless cold air, was now fully awakened.
Given enough time, she might even break through to the realm of Fu Zu.
Ding Dong!
System Notification: You have altered the plotline of Wu Dong. By helping Lin Qingtan control the cold within her body, you have prevented her from becoming a disciple of Bo Xuan of the Dark Palace. She retains her innocence and spirit. Reward: 4659 distributable attribute points.
In the original storyline, Lin Qingtan had always been obedient and pure-hearted. Despite her youth, she had never acted spoiled. She was even willing to sacrifice herself for her family. But the training at the Dark Judgment House twisted her nature, turning her cunning and manipulative.
Now, because of Ye Feng, that tragic path had been completely averted.
"Master Ye, may I have a word with you in private?" Lin Xiao asked, stepping forward.
Ye Feng had just finished treating Qingtan. He followed Lin Xiao into a quiet side room.
"Speak."
"Master Ye... what do you think of my daughter, Qingtan?"
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow. "You're not trying to marry her off to me just because I hugged her, are you?"
Lin Xiao laughed, shaking his head. "No, no. I'm not that old-fashioned. But I do admire you. If you'd be willing to marry Qingtan, my wife and I would gladly support it. Do you... already have a wife?"
"Many. Already in the double digits," Ye Feng replied without hesitation.
Lin Xiao's brows twitched. He had expected competition but not to this extent.
"Then... what do you think of Qingtan, really?"
"She's innocent. Pure. Romantic." Ye Feng's gaze turned distant. "But if this is about an arranged marriage, there's no need to rush. I have a favorable impression of her, but it's not enough to claim her hand so soon."
"I understand," Lin Xiao said with a respectful nod. "Still, if the two of you grow close in the future, we won't object."
"Is that all?"
"Actually... do you accept disciples?"
"Disciples?" Ye Feng was taken aback.
The moment he heard those words, Lin Dong's face came to mind. Lin Xiao was too old to seek a master. The only possibilities were Lin Qingtan or Lin Dong.
Lin Xiao turned toward the door and shouted, "You little rascal, you've been eavesdropping long enough! Get in here!"
Squeak!
The door creaked open, and Lin Dong stepped inside awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
He had heard everything.
With the loss of the stone talisman and the Tian Yao Diao, Lin Dong had no one to guide his cultivation path. But seeing Ye Feng summon a luxurious courtyard from nothing had sparked a fire of admiration.
If there were ever a master worthy of respect, it was this man.
"What are you waiting for? Kneel already!" Lin Xiao urged.
Without another word, Lin Dong dropped to one knee. "Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
Ye Feng remained silent for a moment.
He had crushed Tang San, the hero of the Douluo Plane.
He had slain Xiao Yan, the legend of the Doupo Plane.
Never had he taken another world's protagonist as his apprentice.
But perhaps it was time for a change.
"Very well," Ye Feng said at last. "From this moment forward, you are my disciple. Rise."
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