Ling Xuewei was anxious, but she could only suppress it because she knew in her heart that such negative emotions were meaningless to her at this moment.
At this time, there was a knock on the door from outside. It was An Yi.
He brought some food over and asked Ling Xuewei if she needed anything.
Ling Xuewei shook her head, hesitated, and then asked about Di Qianjue's situation.
"The Holy Lord is out of danger, please rest assured, Miss Ling. By the way, if you want to recover as soon as possible, you can go to the Tianquan Pool. The spiritual energy there is very rich, and it may be able to help you."
"Thank you."
"It should be you who brought the Holy Lord back, and we should be the ones thanking you."
Watching him leave, Ling Xuewei did not look back for a long time.
In fact, if we really talk about it, she was the one who brought Di Qianjue into trouble.
Moreover, Di Qianjue saved her life many times, even in the Endless Sea. If it weren't for Di Qianjue, I'm afraid she would have...
Before it became clear, they were still enemies.
But now, she suddenly owed such a heavy favor, and Ling Xuewei was a little at a loss.
Ling Xuewei admitted that she used to be afraid of Di Qianjue and hated him. Because of the things Di Qianjue had done... she still can't let go of it to this day.
But... the scenes of Di Qianjue blocking her in front of her flashed through her mind, and the emotions welling up in her heart were complicated and difficult to distinguish. Even she didn't know whether she should hate him or not.
Ling Xuewei shook her head and put aside these complicated thoughts. Now is not the time to think randomly. There are more important things waiting for her to do.
Ling Xuewei quickly swept away the food on the table, picked up the snowball, and headed towards Tianquan Pool.
The key now is to restore spiritual energy as soon as possible, and forget about everything else for the time being.
When An Yi saw Ling Xuewei, he was not surprised.
He led her to the Tianquan pool and then retreated. This was the upper reaches of the pool. In front of her was a small pool, some distance away from the spring where Di Qianjue was.
That's fine too.
Ling Xuewei put the snowball into the spring water and watched the spiritual energy pouring into the snowball. Then Ling Xuewei concentrated on herself and found a stone wall to sit down. She sat cross-legged and began to consciously use her mental power to draw the surrounding spiritual energy into her body.
.
A steady stream of pure spiritual energy washed through her spiritual veins, making her feel that her entire pores were opening, as if her bones and tendons were crackling. The feeling... was indescribable.
But it's not painful.
Soon, a cool and extremely comfortable breath overflowed from her body, soothing the hidden wounds and fatigue in her body, and the previously blocked areas were gradually cleared.
The spiritual energy flows faster and faster, one week, two weeks, three weeks... in circles, and finally converges at the Dantian.
It is indeed the spiritual energy of the Tianquan pool water. It is indeed pure, and it can be channeled without any hindrance, and there is no remaining impurity.
Soon, thirty-six weeks passed, and she could feel that the hidden wounds in her body had basically recovered. She was pleasantly surprised. If she continued at this rate, she should be able to return to her peak state soon.
Next, she concentrated even more.
If anyone were here at this moment, they would see that the spiritual energy around her turned into substance and gathered in her Dantian like a small hurricane.
There is also a part that enters the body of the snowball, and two cyclones, one large and one small, get bigger and bigger, and rotate more and more fiercely, like billowing dark clouds gathering in the sky.
Even An Yi who was guarding outside sensed it.
Sure enough...it is indeed her.
"Sir, this..."
"Let our people stay away from here, and you can go down too."
Not just Miss Ling, but also the spiritual pressure caused by the Holy Lord in the Tianquan Pool, not everyone can withstand it. It would be bad if this caused panic.
An Yi directly asked the people below to completely isolate the vicinity of Tianquan Pool. He looked towards the direction of the pool, and even the sky changed due to the intersection of two terrifying pressures.
Thick clouds gathered, like dragons roaring, and the scene was like entering a magical painting.
Everyone in the Rosewood Palace saw this scene.
He looked up in wonder and sighed.
Time passed little by little, and the sky suddenly became bright.
Suddenly, a vast spiritual pressure came overwhelmingly, like a surging tsunami, covering the entire Rosewood Palace.
Even though Anshi had people evacuate the palace early in the morning, many people were still knocked unconscious.
There were even many guards among the unconscious people.
Fortunately, we were well prepared and did not cause too much commotion.
Suddenly, there was only a roar, purple-red electricity flashed into the void, dark clouds rolled, thunder shook, and terrifying air pressure filled the entire capital!
Soon, the pressure dissipated.
Everyone who was originally suppressed by him and did not dare to move finally breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the sky. The thunder in the sky gradually dispersed and everything returned to normal.
In the Tianquan Pool, Ling Xuewei slowly opened her eyes, feeling the abundant spiritual energy flowing in her body, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Snowball next to her was also affected by her and recovered.
"Master Yin...Snowball is ready..."
Ling Xuewei picked up the little guy and saw that the wounds on its body had healed and that it was in good spirits. Ling Xuewei couldn't help but be happy for it.
Unexpectedly, after staying in the spring for less than half a day, her spiritual energy recovered. In this way, she could rush back to the snow-capped mountains as soon as possible.
His gaze fell into the distance, and his dark eyes flashed.
"Master Yin, what's wrong with you?"
"No, let's go."
"Miss Ling."
As soon as he came out, An Yi greeted him, "Congratulations, girl."
"What's wrong with him?"
An Yiyi was startled, and a light flashed in his eyes, "He hasn't come out yet, but the Holy Lord... is seriously injured. I'm afraid he will need to stay in the Tianquan Pool for at least half a month."
Ling Xuewei lowered her eyes, that's fine.
"Then when he wakes up, please tell him and I'll leave first."
"Wait a minute! Miss Ling, are you leaving just like that? Why don't you stay for a few more days?"
Meeting Ling Xuewei's gaze, An Yi hurriedly said, "An Yi... I don't mean anything else, it's just..."
"I have important things to do. I can't stay for long, so I'll leave here."
Watching Ling Xuewei leave, she sighed secretly for a long time.
This Miss Ling is really hard to understand. I originally thought that she at least cared about Shengjun, but now it seems... Shengjun has been in danger many times for her, almost losing most of his life, and now he has not recovered from his serious injuries.
, but she turned around and left without mercy, which was really a bit... cold-blooded.
An Yi was angry in his heart, but what could he say?
"Master Yin, are we going back now?"
One person and one beast quickly left the capital. In order to rush back to the snow mountain as soon as possible, Ling Xuewei took out the Phantom fighter and took Snowball up.
Fortunately, the Phantom has a stealth function, so she is not afraid of being discovered. Although it will consume more fuel, she doesn't care about that much at the moment.
"Well, go back."
At this moment, she is eager to return home, and nothing can stop her from going back.
The phantom is like a stream of light, rushing into the sky and disappearing in the blink of an eye.