And Xia Wenxue turned her head, seeing Ren Feng's expression, immediately reacted with a frosty face.

"What were you just looking at?"

"Nothing, Xue'xue, I wasn't looking at anything."

Ren Feng grinned cheekily, but unexpectedly, Xia Wenxue directly threw the mop at him.

"Since you like looking so much, then help me mop the floor."

"Huh?"

Ren Feng was dumbfounded.

With a sense of helplessness, Ren Feng had to start mopping the floor, while Xia Wenxue went directly upstairs.

Ugh, can't offend a woman.

Afterwards, Ren Feng returned to his room, preparing to check the condition of his body.

In today's critical moment, he took the mysterious pill the old man gave him, but now its effects have worn off. However, that high body temperature situation hasn't reappeared, just unsure how long this effect will last.

Ren Feng sighed inwardly, still unclear about his body's condition, especially regarding the illness inside, he knows nothing.

What is going on?

Ren Feng frowned internally, and then started practicing the Cultivation Technique the old man taught him.

He didn't know the name of this Cultivation Technique, but he had been practicing it from a young age, and it was also the reason for his formidable strength.

After running through the Cultivation Technique once, the True Qi within his body began circulating along his meridians. He wanted to find out the cause of the high temperature but couldn't after half a day.

If this continues, this damn illness will sporadically appear and will surely kill him.

Ren Feng gritted his teeth. This had happened twice since he returned to the country, especially today. Without the old man's pill, it would have surely killed him.

This illness must be eradicated!

What method is there?

Ren Feng racked his brains, unsure if this Cultivation Technique would work. The old man previously said that when the technique is cultivated to a higher realm, it will have indescribable effects, and he was just one step away from this realm.

If he could break through to this realm, would this illness disappear?

Gritting his teeth, Ren Feng decided to give it a try.

Subsequently, Ren Feng began circulating the Cultivation Technique, preparing to attempt a breakthrough to the next level.

On the other side, in the room, darkness shrouded the space.

"Pa"

Laine slammed the table fiercely, fury overwhelming his face.

"Damn it, damn it, why, this time it was just one sword stroke away!" Laine roared as if to vent the unwillingness in his heart!

He wanted Ren Feng dead. Ever since that battle years ago, this desire had never dissipated, but only grew stronger!

And today, he was almost able to achieve this goal, but again fell just short.

The woman, Zijingji, stood aside, her brow furrowed as well; she couldn't understand why Ren Feng suddenly erupted.

Suddenly, Zijingji seemed to realize something, as if Ren Feng had swallowed a pill at that moment.

"Brother, let's go kill him now!" Zijingji lifted her head.

"Now?" Laine frowned, "Wouldn't doing it now be marching to our deaths?"

"No," Zijingji's face held a glinting coldness, "Now is the best opportunity. If I guess correctly, his forced eruption won't last long, and it might have side effects. Now that his pill's effect is gone, he should be very weak at this time."

"Alright." A harsh gleam also passed through Laine's eyes.

He trusted his sister's words very much. In fact, back when the Demon Mercenary Corps had not yet been obliterated, it was Zijingji who secretly devised all the strategies.

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