"Noooooo!!!"

The king's painful screams echoed loudly, reaching the top of his voice. The explosion just now made his heart nearly stop beating. The energy waves that had spread were so intense that he could not calm himself.

His daughter's palace was protected by several defensive spells, but with the smoke now floating in the air, everything was blurry. He did not know how much damage had been done or if his two daughters and his mother were still alive.

"Qi-Er!!!"

At that moment, a furious roar resounded across the area. It was Zheng-Fu, who had rushed to the capital at his fastest speed.

"Zheng-Fu!?"

"Big Brother!!!"

"Royal Son-in-Law!!!"

King Duan-Jian, Diao, and Den immediately recognized Zheng-Fu's voice. As the shout rang out, they knew whose voice it was before exclaiming in unison.

Flap!!!

"What happened here? How is Fu-Er?!" As soon as Zheng-Fu arrived, his first question was about his wife. However, he did not wait for anyone to answer and immediately turned to look at her palace.

"Fu-Er!!"

Phew!!!!!

Woooooosh!!!

Zheng-Fu simply dashed forward, but the atmosphere and surrounding air mass suddenly grew heavier. The smoke that had been floating around Fu-Er's palace instantly vanished. In the middle of the now-cleared air appeared the Winter Coffin, protected by a transparent spell curtain. Beside the coffin were two familiar figures.

"Luo-Qing!!! Mother!!!"

When the king saw the two figures beside the coffin, he could no longer wait. He hurriedly stopped his shapeshifter skill and dashed after Zheng-Fu.

Thump!!!

"Fu-Er! Fu-Er! Fu-Er!!!" As soon as Zheng-Fu arrived beside the Winter Coffin, he shouted his wife's name repeatedly, his voice filled with anger and concern. Although the defensive spell curtain was still intact, he did not trust the situation.

"Zheng-Fu, I'm… I'm... I'm here!" Even though the young woman could not see, she was fully aware of what was happening. She could feel the enormous energy waves that had crashed into her palace and her grandmother, who had been severely injured. But after the attack ended, her mind and consciousness suddenly became agitated, and her eyes opened.

"Why did you open your eyes? Are you able to open your eyes now?" Zheng-Fu was puzzled. She should not have been able to open her eyes or move her body. But now, not only could she open her eyes, but she could also move her arms and legs.

"I… I… I don't know either. I could suddenly open my eyes and move. Once I heard your voice, my body moved... Argh!!!"

But before she could finish speaking, she spat out black blood, and her face quickly turned pale, as though she were about to die.

"Fu-Er!!!"

Blop!!!

"What happened? What is going on here? Why did you become like this? Why!?" Zheng-Fu was extremely shocked and anxious to see Fu-Er spitting blood. But before he could get an answer, his gaze caught something on the Winter Coffin. There were three cracks forming on the side of the coffin.

"No! It can't be true! This can't be…! Nooooooooooo!" Zheng-Fu's eyes reddened with anger and disbelief. He already knew why Fu-Er could move and open her eyes—it was because the Winter Coffin was damaged.

"Wha... What happened?" Fu-Er was confused. Why was Zheng-Fu shouting so loudly? But as she continued to speak, she suddenly felt dizzy and wanted to sleep. Her body was weak, and her limbs had gone completely numb.

"Fu-Er!!"

"Don't say anything right now. Just don't talk!" Zheng-Fu could feel Fu-Er's life energy slowly declining. He told her not to speak anymore, knowing that the more she talked, the faster her life energy would drain. If it continued this way, she would likely die.

"Zheng-Fu, how is Fu-Er?" After the king finished checking his mother and Luo-Qing's pulse and confirmed their safety, he turned to ask Zheng-Fu about Fu-Er's condition. But as he looked at his daughter's pale face, he realized her condition was dire.

"She's fine, sir. She's just tired," Even though Zheng-Fu already knew the truth that the poison afflicting her was spreading throughout her body, he continued to reassure himself by saying that she was merely tired. He feared that if he spoke the truth directly, Fu-Er would not be able to handle it.

"Zheng… Fu, I… I know well. You don't have to comfort me. I know I won't last much longer. Er… Can I ask you something?" Fu-Er knew very well that the poison in her body was recurrent. Her limbs were numb, and her strength had nearly vanished—it was difficult even to speak.

"No! You must be fine. I will help you. Wait a minute; I'll quickly fix the Winter Coffin!" Zheng-Fu refused to admit the truth. He wouldn't let anything happen to Fu-Er. Determined, he thought of trying to repair the Winter Coffin.

"No! This might be my... last request. Can you listen to what... I'm going to... say?" Fu-Er's voice trembled. It wasn't that she wanted to give up, but she knew her life energy was draining quickly. She could feel her spirit slipping away. She wanted to ask Zheng-Fu for something one last time.

"Yes, all right! You can ask me as many questions as you want, but you have to strengthen your mind!" Zheng-Fu immediately nodded, accepting her request. He didn't want to upset her, and whatever he could do for her, he would.

"Hmm! Just one thing is more than enough. What I want to ask of you is, if I really die, you must not blame or hurt yourself. Whatever happens, it must happen. Everything is destiny. Heaven made me meet you and let me fall in love with you, to be happy with you. Even if it's a very short time, I'm happy. So if I die, don't cleave to me alone. Live your life to the fullest. If there is any young woman who loves you and takes good care of you, love her as you love me. And I hope... Argh!"

"All right, Fu-Er! Enough! You don't have to say anything more. Everything you ask, I accept—all of it, no matter what. But now, don't you say anything at all!" Zheng-Fu could hardly bear to hear her request. What he was truly focused on was figuring out how to restore the Winter Coffin to its original state. No matter what her request was, he would agree to it, but first, he had to save her.

"Father-in-law, please transfer energy to her. I'll quickly find a way to make the Winter Coffin work again!" Every second was critical for Zheng-Fu. He urgently asked King Duan-Jian to transfer energy to Fu-Er while he worked on repairing the coffin.

"All right!!!" The king didn't know how Zheng-Fu planned to fix the coffin, but he accepted the task without question. Despite losing much of his energy during the battle and in using his secret bloodline skill, he willingly did as Zheng-Fu instructed.

Flop!!!

After leaving Fu-Er in the care of the king, Zheng-Fu approached the Winter Coffin to examine if it could be repaired.

"Kid, this Winter Coffin is forged from great material packed with Heaven Energy. It's impossible for you to restore it to its original state in this small world, where there's no material comparable to its original components. I've heard that there's a magic item similar to this Winter Coffin that emerged from some kind of beam. But it disappeared from the main world hundreds of years ago. So, I think this Winter Coffin..."

"Shut your rotten mouth, Old Man! If you can't help, don't talk about things like this. I don't care where it comes from. Anyway, I have to find a way to fix it!" Zheng-Fu furiously shouted at the elder in his herb garden. The elder's words only deepened his pain. He already suspected the coffin wasn't an ordinary magic item, but he refused to accept its potential irreparability.

"If so, then it's up to you. I don't know anything about this matter. All I know is just the tale," the elder replied quietly. He didn't show any displeasure, understanding that Zheng-Fu's mind was in turmoil. Even if what he said was true, Zheng-Fu would not listen.

"Huh! So shut your mouth!" Zheng-Fu snapped, unwilling to entertain hopelessness. But as he contemplated his next steps, his eyes widened in alarm at a figure lying nearby. The figure looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, Zheng-Fu realized it was Jin-Tian.

"Jin-Tian!!!"

A faint, labored breathing sound came from Jin-Tian, whose body lay covered in blood, with only his upper half visible. His right arm was missing.

"Mas… Mas… Master! I... I've done my best, but… but I... I still couldn't protect Mis... Mistress! I'm so incompetent. Argh!!! Jin-Tian's life existed because Master and Mistress saved and raised me. If with… argh… without Master and Mistress, Jin-Tian would have died long ago. But Master, don't worry, even if I die, my loyalty will always be with my Master and Mistress. No matter which life it is..."

Thud!!!

"Jin-Tian!!!"

"AAAAARRRRRGH!!!"

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