Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1679 - 1676: Deviation

Zhang Nian stepped into the resting room, and the quiet atmosphere inside gradually calmed her previously excited heart.

Following Xu Wendong’s instructions, she walked slowly to the center of the room and cautiously sat cross-legged on the bed.

However, for someone like her who had no experience in meditation, entering the state immediately was easier said than done.

She straightened her back, trying to maintain good posture, but soon her legs were overcome with a tingling numbness, like countless tiny needles gently pricking and spreading.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and lightly biting her lower lip, she persevered with effort.

As time ticked by, Zhang Nian started to feel restless.

She secretly opened her eyes and looked around; the resting room was simply and elegantly decorated, with a few deeply meaningful paintings on the walls, but at this moment, she was in no mood to appreciate them.

She cast her gaze towards the door, secretly hoping Xu Wendong would come in soon to guide her.

Just as she became distracted, suddenly a chill rose from within her body, more intense than before, as if it wanted to freeze her blood.

Zhang Nian involuntarily shivered, a trace of fear swelling in her heart.

She recalled Xu Wendong saying that if the Chaos Cold Ice Body wasn’t guided, it could be dangerous, could it be that now...

Panicked, she tried to get up to find Xu Wendong, but her legs, having lost sensation from sitting cross-legged for so long, were completely unable to move.

She attempted to call out to Xu Wendong, but the chill was so overpowering that she couldn’t make any sound.

No time to think further.

Enduring the fear within and the discomfort in her body, Zhang Nian focused all her attention on the "Cold Ice Mantra" before her, attempting to cultivate according to its contents.

Her cultivation progress seemed to be going well, as the rampant chill within her body gradually showed signs of calming down under her mental method’s guidance.

It was like a rushing icy river being directed into a predetermined course, no longer overflowing uncontrollably.

A sense of joy and hope rose in her heart, believing she had gradually grasped the knack of controlling the Chaos Cold Ice Body, and she immersed herself more intently in cultivation.

However, she failed to realize that the Ice Cold Power contained within the Chaos Cold Ice Body was too powerful and mysterious to be easily managed by a novice like her.

As the cultivation deepened, she gradually felt the spiritual power within her, like a runaway wild horse, starting to rampage uncontrollably everywhere.

The cold power, initially flowing slowly along the mental method routes, now surged like tidal waves, breaking all constraints and rampaging fiercely within her meridians. Each meridian felt like it was being pierced by numerous sharp ice needles, unbearably painful.

Zhang Nian’s complexion turned paper-white instantly; large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but before they could fall off her cheeks, they were already frozen by the cold emanating from her body.

Her body began to tremble violently, a sweet tang surged up her throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out uncontrollably, splattering onto the "Cold Ice Mantra" before her, the bright red blood stark against the white paper.

At this moment, her consciousness began to blur, but a sliver of survival instinct and a desire to control this power lingered in her heart.

She tried to stop cultivating forcibly, but the Ice Cold Power seemed to have found an outlet, rampaging even more fiercely within her, with a tendency to completely destroy her body.

Just when Zhang Nian was filled with despair, thinking that she would be completely consumed by this rampant power.

Xu Wendong sharply sensed the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the resting room, turbulent, intense, and chaotic.

His expression changed dramatically, and without thinking, he moved swiftly like lightning, rushing into the resting room.

Instantly.

A bone-chilling cold, as if from the Jiuyou Purgatory, hit him in the face.

The intensity and bitterness of the cold made Xu Wendong, an experienced cultivator with a strong adaptation to various spiritual power fluctuations, shiver involuntarily, his blood seeming to freeze instantly.

After steadying himself, he quickly scanned the room and saw Zhang Nian’s heart-wrenching state.

She lay on the bed, her face pale as paper, blood at her mouth, barely hanging on, her breath so faint it was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Zhang Nian saw Xu Wendong then, and her once dim and hopeless eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope.

That light was like a dawn in the darkness, fleeting yet distinctly visible.

She struggled to open her mouth, trying to make a sound, seemingly having a thousand words to say, but due to her extreme weakness, she couldn’t utter a single word.

"Don’t speak yet." Xu Wendong frowned deeply, anxiously.

Without hesitation, he quickly formed a spell with one hand, and his True Qi surged out like a roaring tide, flowing from his fingertips into Zhang Nian’s body.

He held his breath, hoping with all his might that his powerful True Qi could dispel the terrifying cold within her that was nearly destroying her.

However, to his great surprise.

As soon as his True Qi entered Zhang Nian’s body, it was instantly frozen by the powerful and cold force, like a moth flying into flame.

It had no effect, making Xu Wendong’s expression even more solemn, as a sense of foreboding silently crept into his heart.

"Lord Long, please don’t remain asleep, quickly tell me, how can I possibly save this girl in front of me?" Xu Wendong was anxious, calling out loudly in his heart.

At this moment, veins protruded on his forehead, sweat pouring like rain, his eyes filled with urgency and worry.

The Dragon Soul awoke slowly, yawning largely, and responded listlessly, "Stop with the futile efforts, not to mention your cultivation level has fallen to a mortal realm, even at your peak, you couldn’t save her in such a situation."

Hearing this, Xu Wendong felt like he’d been struck by lightning, his throat involuntarily contracted, swallowing hard, eyes full of disbelief: "You... You’re not kidding, right?"

At his peak, he ascended to the Divine Position, mastering multiple mysterious Great Daos, capable of changing the heavens and earth with a gesture.

He had once repaired the damaged skies of the Immortal Realm and reshaped the order of the heavens.

With such incredible achievements and powerful strength, how could it be impossible to save this girl who merely deviated?

"Would I, Lord Long, be someone who speaks nonsense and makes random assertions?" sighed the Dragon Soul softly, and said slowly, "This Chaos Cold Ice Body, in terms of rarity and power, is no less than your Ancient Sacred Body."

"It too is the standout existence of an era, containing mysterious and powerful forces, even comparable to your Ancient Sacred Body."

"Therefore, saving her is no easy task."

Xu Wendong’s eyes brightened instantly, and he quickly said, "No easy task? Doesn’t that mean there’s a way to save her?"