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Inside the Taichen Palace, there was a dead silence, and the oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible net that tightly enveloped the entire palace. The candlelight in the palace flickered in the darkness, and the dim halo struggled in vain, but it could not dispel the haze that seemed to materialize.

Xing Huan lay lifeless on the exquisitely carved brocade couch, his face pale and almost transparent, like a withered flower attacked by frost, without any blood at all. His breathing was as weak as a gossamer in the wind, and the breath of life was so fragile that it seemed like it would dissipate at any time.

Zheyan's flowing robe fluttered slightly in the wind, his brows were tightly twisted into the shape of a "chuan" character, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be full of worries. His hands quickly changed the spells in front of him, his movements were smooth but a bit nervous. Every change of gestures brought out soft and warm spiritual power, just like a lively light band, which continuously poured into Xinghuan's body. The moment the spiritual power entered the body, Xinghuan's pale face seemed to have a very light blood color, but it was gone in a flash. Fine beads of sweat had already oozed out of Zheyan's forehead, and the beads of sweat slowly slid down his well-defined cheeks, wetting a few strands of hair hanging on his shoulders.

Yaoguang stood quietly beside the couch with a graceful figure, her expression solemn as if covered by a layer of frost. She gently raised her scallion-white hands, and the small and exquisite jade bottle in her hand slowly tilted. A few drops of liquid medicine emitting a lustrous luster, like smart jade beads, fell accurately between Xinghuan's slightly opened lips. As soon as the liquid medicine touched the tip of Xinghuan's tongue, it instantly turned into a warm current, slowly flowing down his throat, trying to nourish the damaged meridians that were like a broken spider web. Yaoguang's eyes were full of concern and anxiety, and her eyes never left Xinghuan's face for a moment, as if she wanted to use her eyes to inject strength into him.

King Yao Ling stood on the other side of the couch, his expression tense and focused. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and a faint green light emanated from his palms. This light was like a soft veil, slowly covering Xing Huan's body, firmly protecting his soul and not letting it show any signs of dissipation. Beads of sweat also oozed from King Yao Ling's forehead, flickering a faint light in the dim light.

At the critical moment when the three of them were concentrating and racing against time to stabilize Xing Huan's injuries, King Yao Ling suddenly lost his concentration. The reason why Xing Huan was injured flashed through his mind, and the seal on his hand was slightly disordered. The originally stable blue light also flickered violently, like a candle in a storm, swaying and about to go out.

Zheyan had been keeping a close eye on the changes in Xinghuan's injuries, and remained highly alert to the slightest movement around him. As soon as something strange happened on King Yaoling's side, he immediately raised his head, his eyes shot at King Yaoling like a sharp blade, and he lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his anger and scolded: "I say, what's wrong with you? Are you old and confused? Xinghuan's injury is already as dangerous as walking on thin ice. Every moment is related to life and death. There is no room for the slightest mistake. Can you pay attention to me!" His voice trembled slightly because of anger, and the knuckles of his hands holding the magic formula turned white because of the force.

King Yao Ling was startled by Zhe Yan's sudden rebuke, and a trace of embarrassment and panic flashed across his face. His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of panic. He quietly defended himself, "I... I really didn't mean it. It's just that when I think about the fact that the whole world is frantically searching for immortals with vitality, but since the goddess Zuti died for her, there has been no sign of such immortals descending to the world. Xing Huan's injuries are so serious, I'm really worried that he won't survive this..." His words were full of helplessness and despair, as if he was suffocated by an invisible mountain.

After hearing this, Zheyan continued to chant the spells in his hands, but his tone became increasingly icy and piercing, as if carrying a thousand-year-old frost: "Are you anxious? Can anxiety be an excuse for you to make mistakes? At this critical moment, every move and every injection of spiritual power is crucial. The slightest mistake will lead to eternal damnation. You, on the other hand, not only can't help, but you're also making things worse! If you keep going on like this, even if Xinghuan has nine lives, they won't be enough for you to deal with!"

Yaoguang, who had been silent and focused on administering the medicine, couldn't help but frown slightly and whispered to persuade, "King Yaoling, right now, we should focus on Xinghuan's injury. Put other things aside for now and don't be distracted, otherwise all our previous efforts will be wasted." Her voice was soft but carried an unquestionable power, and it was particularly clear in this tense atmosphere.

King Yao Ling had been feeling depressed for a long time. The various difficulties and humiliations that the bird tribe had suffered over the years were like a heavy stone, weighing on his heart. After being relentlessly scolded by Zheyan and hearing Yaoguang's persuasion, his emotions instantly erupted like a volcano. The grievances, anger, and unwillingness that had been accumulated in his heart for many years surged out like a flood: "If it weren't for the fact that you, Lord Zheyan, have always been indifferent to the affairs of my bird tribe, how could Xing Huan be so seriously injured and in danger of death! How could my bird tribe have fallen step by step to the point where we are bullied by others!" His eyes were red, like burning flames, his chest was heaving violently, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Upon hearing this, Zheyan's body, which was casting a spell, suddenly froze, as if he was frozen by an invisible force. A complex and indistinguishable look flashed across his eyes, showing surprise that King Yao Ling dared to be so outspoken, anger at his groundless accusations, and a hint of unspeakable helplessness. He slowly stopped what he was doing, turned around and faced King Yao Ling directly, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to see through him: "Reflect on yourself! On weekdays, you don't teach your own juniors carefully, and you let us be bullied, but you are wholeheartedly raising those wild foxes that have no blood relationship with the bird clan. Now the fox clan is growing stronger and more arrogant, and they are riding on the heads of the bird clan to bully others, but you are still indifferent and do nothing. Now that something has happened, you still have the nerve to blame me? It's ridiculous!"

Seeing that the two people were arguing more and more fiercely, Yaoguang stepped forward and opened her arms to try to separate the two. Her voice was urgent and sincere: "Please calm down for the time being! Xinghuan is still seriously injured and is at a critical moment of life and death. What we should do most at this moment is to work together to save his life, rather than blaming each other and arguing. If Xinghuan is killed because of our internal friction, how can you bear it?" However, Zheyan and King Yaoling, who were furious at the moment, were already overwhelmed by their emotions, as if they did not hear Yaoguang's dissuasion. The two of them continued to blame each other, and the words became more and more intense, and neither of them gave in. The atmosphere in Taichen Palace was instantly tense, as if there were sparks in the air, and a shocking war would break out in the next second. And Xinghuan on the couch, still lying there quietly, struggling on the edge of life and death, unaware of all this.