Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

When he opened the door to the room, he saw that it was decorated in a fresh and elegant style, with a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. Qiao Feng gently placed his bag on the table beside him and asked Feng Xi to sit there and wait for a while while he packed up his things first.

A moment later, the waiter, with incredible swiftness, arrived, like a gust of wind, knocking on the door with a bucket of hot and cold water. Qiao Feng opened the door, steadily reaching out his hands to take the two buckets, then closed the door. He then carried the water behind the screen and skillfully prepared a bath for Feng Xi, sprinkling it with flower petals. He then stood guard at the door. Feng Xi undressed, removed her headdress, and slowly stepped into the tub to wash. She lowered her head slightly, revealing her snow-white neck. Gently lifting a few strands of her hair, she placed them in the water, letting the warm water wash over every inch. In a moment, her once-messy hair was clean, smooth and shiny, like a piece of fine silk. She then stood up and dried herself with a towel. She pulled a emerald-green skirt with gold thread from her bundle. The delicate fabric shimmered enchantingly in the sunlight. She slowly put it on, instantly transforming into a fairy descending from the heavens, breathtakingly beautiful. Then, she would pick up a towel and gently wrap it around her hair. Her movements were gentle and deft, showcasing her elegant demeanor. Once everything was done, she called Qiao Feng in.

When Qiao Feng entered and saw this scene, a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes. Seeing her hair dripping with water, he hurriedly channeled his inner energy. It flowed through him like a gentle spring breeze, then slowly released from his palms, gently brushing against Feng Xi's hair and helping to dry it. Wherever his inner energy touched, it felt like a magical force, rapidly evaporating the water droplets from her hair, leaving it dry and crisp. Feng Xi stood quietly, feeling the warmth of Qiao Feng's inner energy, a happy smile spreading across her face. A moment later, she casually tied her hair with a delicate headband. The swaying band graced her head, adding a touch of spirit and grace.

The two smiled at each other, then walked downstairs hand in hand to eat. When they finally walked down the stairs, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. Many people from the martial arts world had gathered downstairs. These people had different expressions. Some had sharp eyes, as if they could penetrate people's hearts; some were smiling, but the smile did not reach their eyes; and others had gloomy faces, as if they were hiding endless conspiracies. Everyone looked at Qiao Feng and the others with eyes like hungry wolves staring at their prey, full of greed and desire, as if they would pounce on them and devour them at any time. Feng Xi's heart tightened suddenly, she quickly lowered her voice, and whispered to Qiao Feng: "Brother Qiao, the situation seems a little bad! We may have to grab our bags and leave quickly..."

Qiao Feng's keen perception allowed him to instantly detect subtle shifts in the air around him, as if an indescribable aura were quietly spreading. He nodded gently, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. He then exchanged a glance with the person beside him. In tacit agreement, they turned and walked upstairs in a steady and orderly manner.

Upstairs, they packed their luggage quickly and methodically, each movement appearing skillful and natural. When everything was ready and they were about to leave, there was a sudden, urgent, and rapid knock on the previously quiet door. The sound was like a heavy hammer, hammering at Qiao Feng's heartstrings, causing his nerves to tense.

He subconsciously glanced at Feng Xi with vigilance, quickly pulled Feng Xi behind him, and instantly took a defensive stance. He shouted in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

A voice called from outside the door, "Sir, hot water!" He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Just a short while ago, the waiter had just delivered hot water, and now someone else was bringing it again. There must be a hidden secret, and they were not friendly. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner uneasiness, and said in a deep voice, "No need!" His words revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if to declare to the person outside the door that he would not be easily deceived.

"Then it's not up to you!" Before he could finish his words, the door was violently kicked open by the people outside. A group of people rushed in like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey. Without saying a word, they picked up their swords and started hacking. Qiao Feng held Feng Xi tightly with one hand, while with the other hand, he quickly knocked down the assassins like a gust of wind. Seeing that Qiao Feng was gradually struggling to protect himself, Feng Xi struggled to break free from his hand and snatched the sword from the assassin next to her. With her feet moving like flowing water, she flashed and appeared in front of the assassins in the room like a ghost. She raised her sword and slashed, cutting their throats. After all the assassins fell, Qiao Feng looked at Feng Xi with astonishment. The bloody sword in her hand seemed to tell the story of the thrilling battle just now.

Feng Xi finally woke up, dropping the knife in her hand. Bewildered, like a frightened bird, she said, "Brother Qiao?" Then, overcome with emotion, she collapsed to the ground, like a delicate flower blown down by a strong wind. Qiao Feng quickly picked her up and rushed to the clinic like an arrow. The doctor diagnosed her, "Sir, this young lady fainted from anger. It's not serious, but I've determined that she suffers from a very serious heart condition. She must be careful not to get angry in the future, lest excessive emotional fluctuations affect her life."

After hearing this, Qiao Feng felt a pang of regret. If it weren't for him, why would Xixi have killed someone, let alone fainted in such excitement? He secretly blamed himself. It seemed that he must redouble his martial arts training to better protect her. He must never let something like today happen again...

Feng Xi, pretending to faint, secretly watched Qiao Feng's self-blaming expression, and felt relieved. It seemed she had successfully gotten away with it again. The system, however, was completely baffled and asked, "Host, why did you pretend to faint and have the doctor diagnose you with a heart condition? Aren't you afraid Qiao Feng will dislike you for this?" Feng Xi pondered to herself, "Men like Qiao Feng are chauvinistic. The more delicate I am, the more I will arouse his protective desire. However, I must not remain delicate, or I will become like a dodder, dependent on others. Over time, men will despise me and grow tired of me."

The system was confused and couldn't help but mutter, "The human mind is truly complex and difficult to understand!"

It wasn't until night fell that Feng Xi slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Feng Xi awake, Qiao Feng hurriedly asked, "Xixi, are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Xi leaned against Qiao Feng's arms like a willow in the wind, and said tenderly, "Brother Qiao, I'm fine. Please don't blame Feng Xi."

Qiao Feng smiled slightly, gently stroked her hair, and said, "How could it be! It's Brother Qiao's fault that he failed to protect you. You must be hungry. I prepared some chicken soup, which is heating on the stove. I'll get it for you." After that, he gently placed Feng Xi on the bed, then went to get the chicken soup, and then carefully fed Feng Xi.

After a short rest at the clinic, Qiao Feng went out to investigate and learned that it was the Beggars' Sect who had spread the rumor that he had angered his master to death. The Murong family and those involved in the incident were like frightened birds, fearing that he would seek revenge. So they colluded and formed an alliance, plotting his destruction. Now, they were gathering at Shaolin Temple, and it seemed they were rushing to the Murong family's territory—Swallow Valley Canhe Manor—to demand an explanation from Murong Bo...