"Come in." Zhao Hong turned and entered the house, with Chu Feng following close behind.
The house was small. After just a single turn, they arrived at the guest room.
Inside the guest room was an extraordinary bed. The bed was a treasure, radiating seven-colored brilliance that swirled around the person lying upon it.
And the person on that bed was none other than Wang Qiang.
However, at this moment, Wang Qiang's face had turned dark, and he lay unconscious.
Chu Feng instinctively stepped forward to Wang Qiang's side, grasped his arm, and channeled the power of his barrier into it to assess Wang Qiang's condition.
He could sense that Wang Qiang's cultivation was not weak — it was actually on par with Zhao Hong's, a single realm higher than his own. Wang Qiang was also an Eighth Level Martial Ancestor.
But Wang Qiang's aura was erratic and unstable. He had not only sustained severe injuries but had also been poisoned with a special toxin. Most troublingly, this was a poison that even Chu Feng found difficult to cleanse.
"Who did this?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Kong Heavenly Clan," Zhao Hong answered.
Then, through Zhao Hong's account, Chu Feng learned what had transpired.
During these past two years, Zhao Hong and Wang Qiang had both believed Chu Feng was dead. Having resolved to avenge him, they had dedicated themselves to that purpose.
Over the two years, they had worked tirelessly to advance their cultivation while launching continuous acts of retaliation against the Kong Heavenly Clan.
At first, their efforts were small in scale. But later, in a certain location within the Hundred Refinements Ordinary World, they had discovered an ancient ruin. Within that ruin, the two of them had obtained tremendous gains, which ultimately led to their present level of cultivation.
With powerful cultivation to back them, they had grown increasingly bold and began escalating their retaliatory strikes against the Kong Heavenly Clan.
Under their methodical campaign of vengeance, branch after branch of the Kong Heavenly Clan was destroyed. The number of Kong Heavenly Clan members who had perished at the hands of Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong could only be described as innumerable.
So over the past year, Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong had indeed dealt a significant blow to the Kong Heavenly Clan.
However, not long ago, when they went to ambush members of the Kong Heavenly Clan, they had walked into a trap.
Their opponent was not a True Immortal, yet possessed tremendous strength. Not only did they grievously wound Wang Qiang, but they also poisoned him.
Fortunately, Chu Xuanlang happened to pass by and saved the two of them. Otherwise, both Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong would likely no longer be among the living.
"So it would seem that Chu Xuanlang is our benefactor as well. But why didn't he help treat Wang Qiang's injuries?" Chu Feng asked.
Wang Qiang's injuries were strange and peculiar. Even Chu Feng was at a loss, but Chu Xuanlang was different — he was a true powerhouse belonging to the Great World of Cultivation, a member of the Chu Heavenly Clan.
In Chu Feng's eyes, whatever left them helpless, Chu Xuanlang would most likely have a solution for.
"Sigh." Zhao Hong let out a heavy sigh, her face growing even more troubled.
"Could it be that even he had no way?" Chu Feng asked.
"Mm. Although he doesn't involve himself in our feud with the Kong Heavenly Clan, since he did intervene to rescue us, he genuinely intended to save us completely. But he said... he cannot treat my husband's injuries. And what's more, he said that within the entire Hundred Refinements Ordinary World, there is only one person who can cure my husband's wound," Zhao Hong said.
"Who?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Golden Crane True Immortal," Zhao Hong said.
"The Golden Crane True Immortal? Have you gone to see him?" Chu Feng asked.
"We tried, but we were turned away at the door. The Golden Crane True Immortal refused to save a dying man."
As she spoke of this, deep resentment surged in Zhao Hong's eyes. It was clear that the Golden Crane True Immortal's refusal to save Wang Qiang had given rise to this bitterness.
"I'll go try," Chu Feng said, rising to his feet and heading for the door.
Wang Qiang's injuries were strange and treacherous. Though he could hold on for now, if he was not treated in time, even Chu Feng could not say how long Wang Qiang could endure.
When it came to Wang Qiang's life and death, Chu Feng had no intention of delaying.