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The disciples responded one after another, walking briskly towards the immortal boat. Their movements were full of excitement and anticipation, as if every step was in the rhythm of their heartbeats. Chu Ziyu nodded slightly, and after confirming that everyone had boarded the boat safely, he himself did not rush to board the boat, but stood quietly there, as if waiting for something.

Just when Yu Rong, Rong Yu's incarnation, was about to step onto the immortal boat, Chu Ziyu suddenly said, "Junior brother Yu Rong, please stay."

Yu Rong immediately stopped, turned around and looked at Chu Ziyu. He smiled slightly, with a sly look in his eyes. He knew that his disguise was flawless, and his apprentice's suspicion was probably just out of curiosity about a new face.

"Brother, well, I'm a disciple under the Third Elder. I often practice in seclusion, so Brother Ziyu has never seen me." Junior Brother Yurong answered calmly, but he was secretly alert in his heart. He had to be careful to avoid being exposed.

Chu Ziyu nodded, "Is that so? No wonder I've never seen it." He thought to himself that Rong Yu was too alert. The Third Elder had so many disciples that it would be almost impossible to confirm it.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then boarded the fairy boat.

In the breeze, the immortal boat slowly rose up. Chu Ziyu stood at the bow, guiding the direction with the sword in his hand, while the other disciples moved around in the boat. The ripples of spiritual energy on the immortal boat complemented the surrounding landscape, forming a moving picture.

Under Chu Ziyu's control, the immortal boat shuttled between the misty mountains. At the speed of the immortal boat, it would take about fifteen days to reach the Yaoguang Secret Realm.

The days that followed were peaceful and uneventful. The disciples in the Immortal Boat practiced diligently. They fought each other in the martial arts training ground, and each fight was stopped at the right time.

Before he knew it, it was the full moon day of the fifteenth day. Chu Ziyu was alone in the top room of the fairy boat. This was the most peaceful place in the fairy boat, surrounded by flowing clouds. The stone platform in the center of the room was for him to meditate and practice, and on the wooden table in the corner were scattered several yellowed ancient books and some fairy instruments. The ancient paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall revealed a deep cultural heritage. A mysterious wall mirror reflected everything in the room, as if it had the strange power to capture the inner demons and potential. The bed was carved from fairy wood and covered with soft cloud silk. A warm little lamp was quietly placed on the small cabinet next to it. The exotic flowers and plants by the window swayed in the wind, and the fairy air lingered, adding a bit of mystery and tranquility to this room.

As the night deepened, the moonlight was like silver, falling into Chu Ziyu's quiet house. However, this tranquility was just the peace before the storm. Chu Ziyu's face suddenly lost its color and became as pale as paper. It seemed as if there was a glacier flowing in his body, and wisps of coldness penetrated his body, and tiny frost flowers condensed in the air. This was a sign of the onset of the cold poison. Just as Rong Yu warned, on the night of the full moon, the cold poison would wake up as expected, bringing heart-wrenching pain.

Before setting off, Rong Yu was worried about him, so he asked Liu Rufeng for a high-level elixir to suppress the cold poison. However, the moment Chu Ziyu saw Yu Rong, he quietly asked 6872 to send the elixir back to his residence. Now that everyone was there, the medicine was redundant.

Chu Ziyu endured the severe pain and tried to circulate the spiritual power in his body to resist, but he found that the spiritual power was like a drop in the ocean and could not suppress the cold invasion at all.

He hugged himself tightly, his lips began to turn purple, and his breathing became faster.

"Boss, why hasn't Master come over yet? If you don't suppress the cold poison, your cultivation will be eroded by it sooner or later, and you may even be in danger of your life."

"It's almost time. He should be outside the door, he just hasn't come in yet."

At this time, there were light footsteps outside the door. Yu Rong had sensed the unusual coldness in the house, but thinking of the elixir he gave to Chu Ziyu before leaving, he did not go forward to check. Unexpectedly, the coldness became more and more severe, and Rong Yu in the sect also found the elixir left in the residence. After passing the news to Yu Rong, Yu Rong no longer hesitated and hurriedly pushed the door open. Chu Ziyu had already fallen on the bed and did not move. Yu Rong knew something was wrong and immediately went forward to check.

Walking to the bedside, I found that Chu Ziyu had fallen into a coma. His originally healthy complexion quickly faded and became as pale as snow. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was unconsciously struggling with pain. His lips had lost their blood color and turned a deep purple-blue, like a plant attacked by the severe cold in winter, appearing both fragile and revealing a tenacious vitality.

Wisps of cold air escaped from his body, as if his breath could condense into frost. The water vapor in the air formed a thin layer of white frost around him, making him look like a frozen statue. Even though he was unconscious, his body was still shaking slightly.

Yu Rong checked his pulse and found that his cold poison was about to spread throughout his body. His expression was solemn, knowing that the situation before him could not afford to fail. He quickly walked to Chu Ziyu's bedside and first set up a barrier to prevent the Mahayana aura from causing panic. Then he quickly formed a complex spell with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, his voice low and full of power. As his spell became faster and faster, the air around him seemed to begin to flow, and a faint light condensed in his palm.

The energy fluctuations in the air gradually increased, a burst of light flashed, and the teleportation array on the ground slowly appeared. The light gradually stabilized, forming a portal to another world. Rong Yu's figure slowly emerged in the center of the array. Rong Yu's original body and clone looked at each other for a moment, and the silent communication between them was full of heaviness and urgency.

Rong Yu hurried to Chu Ziyu's bedside. Seeing his appearance, a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes. Thinking that he had forgotten the elixir, he wanted to blame him, but couldn't bear it. He raised his hands flat, palms down, and slowly released a soft spiritual light.

As the spiritual power penetrated, Chu Ziyu's body began to undergo subtle changes. The frost formed by the cold poison seemed to have encountered the warm sun of spring and began to gradually melt. His pale face gradually showed a healthy red, as if the flower of life had bloomed again after being frozen, showing vigorous vitality.

With the spiritual power transmitted by Rong Yu, Chu Ziyu's complexion turned from pale to rosy, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Seeing this scene, Rong Yu's brows finally relaxed. He knew that Chu Ziyu had passed the most dangerous moment. He gently placed the pill that Chu Ziyu had left behind on the bedside table.

After the treatment was completed, Rong Yu did not stay for long. He knew that his clone Yu Rong was capable of taking good care of Chu Ziyu's subsequent recovery. He turned and walked towards the teleportation array that was still flickering. In the light of the array, Rong Yu's figure gradually became blurred until it completely disappeared in the flickering light.

Yu Rong stood aside, watching Rong Yu leave, and then turned to take care of Chu Ziyu. The pain between Chu Ziyu's eyebrows had eased, his face began to show a peaceful expression, and his breathing became steady and long.