Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 558 Helping You One Last Time

"Star Blade? Are you Star Blade?" Lin Feng's voice trembled slightly with excitement. His hands subconsciously pressed hard on the barrier, and his fingertips turned white because of the force, as if he wanted to break through this barrier and hug Star Blade tightly.

Star Blade didn't immediately answer Lin Feng's question. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze gently sweeping over Lin Feng's body, from his tousled hair to his still-worn body, taking in every detail, as if carefully examining his physical condition. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice tinged with relief, "It seems you've recovered well."

A complex wave of emotions welled up in Lin Feng's heart: gratitude for the Star Blade, regrets about past experiences, and even more confusion and anticipation for the future. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and for a moment, no sound came out.

"I...what on earth is going on? Why am I here?" Lin Feng finally found his voice and blurted out a series of questions impatiently. His eyes were filled with confusion and anxiety, like a child lost in the darkness who finally saw a glimmer of light and longed to get answers to all his questions from the Star Blade.

Star Blade sighed softly, a flicker of memory in his eyes, as if transported back to that fateful moment six years ago. "Six years ago, after you self-destructed, both your body and soul were severely damaged. I protected your soul fragments with my blade, and then carried them around in search of a way to repair them. I eventually arrived at Taixu Valley, and with the power of the Shennong Stone, I slowly repaired your soul." Star Blade spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, each word carrying the weight of the hardships and difficulties of those six years.

Lin Feng listened quietly, his heart filled with shock and emotion. He could hardly imagine how many hardships and dangers Star Blade had gone through in those long six years, and how many life-and-death crises it had faced, before pulling him back from the brink of death.

"Thank you, Star Blade. If it weren't for you, I..." Lin Feng's voice choked with sobs, tears welling up in his eyes uncontrollably. His heart was filled with gratitude towards Star Blade. This kindness was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he had no way to repay it.

Xingchen Dao waved his hand, a faint smile on his face, a smile that was warm and sincere: "No need to thank me, you and I are one. Saving you is also saving myself." His voice was soft, but full of power, making people deeply feel the deep friendship between him and Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, his heart moved even more. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then asked, "So what should we do now?"

Star Blade frowned slightly, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He knew full well that Lin Feng's soul was seriously injured. Although it had improved significantly after a long period of nurturing, a full recovery would require time and patience. "Wait a little longer. Once the cracks in your soul are fully repaired, there will be no more hidden dangers." Star Blade's voice was soothing, trying to reassure Lin Feng that as long as he persevered, he would be able to recover.

Lin Feng felt a slight sense of relief after hearing what Xingchen Dao said. He nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Xingchen Dao! Without you, I might have died." Lin Feng's voice choked with sobs, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew that Xingchen Dao had gone through countless efforts and hardships to save him, and he would always remember this kindness in his heart.

Xingchen Dao smiled slightly, his smile warm and sincere, as if telling Lin Feng that all of this was his own will. "No need to say so much, just rest and recuperate first." Xingchen Dao's voice was gentle but firm. He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes full of encouragement and support.

Lin Feng responded and slowly closed his eyes. He felt the power of the Star Blade flowing through his soul. That power was warm and gentle, as if it was dispelling darkness and bringing him light. After the Star Blade withdrew, the Star Blade, sitting cross-legged on the Shennong Stone, slowly opened his eyes. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "Since you've woken up, I will help you one last time."

Xingchen Dao closed his eyes again and began to circulate his inner Qi. A powerful light emanated from his body, like surging waves, surging towards Lin Feng's soul. Enveloped by this light, the cracks in Lin Feng's soul began to heal at an even faster rate. Each healing crack was accompanied by a slight sting, as if announcing the rebirth of life.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the secret room grew increasingly mysterious and solemn. The Shennong Stone's glow intensified, and the medicinal liquid began to boil, emitting a gurgling sound, as if cheering Lin Feng's rebirth. Xingchen Dao's body trembled slightly as he exerted all his strength. Sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped onto the Shennong Stone, but was instantly swallowed by the light.

In Lin Feng's soul realm, light surged like a surging tide, and Lin Feng's body was tightly wrapped in the light. He could feel the power of the Star Blade flowing through his soul. That power was strong and warm, making him feel extremely at ease. He knew that the Star Blade was making a final effort for him, and that it would pay any price to ensure his full recovery.

The days in Taixu Valley seemed slow and agonizing, as if spun by the hand of time. The valley was shrouded in a veil of morning mist, a hazy tranquility permeating the air. The crisp chirping of birds echoed through the trees, but it couldn't dispel the tension and unease that lingered in the air. Xingchen Dao carried Lin Feng's body into seclusion, and in the blink of an eye, three months had slipped away.

Chen Xin'er wore a moon-white robe, its sleeves fluttering gently in the mountain breeze, but she had no time to pay attention to the poetic beauty. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry. Her hands unconsciously clenched, her fingertips turning white, as she stared at the tightly closed door, as if she could penetrate it and see Lin Feng's condition. Chen Yu stood beside her, dressed in a dark suit, his posture straight, but he could not hide his inner impatience. He paced repeatedly, the soles of his shoes scraping against the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

"It's been three months. What happened to Lin Feng? Why is there no news about the Star Sword?" Chen Xiner finally broke the silence, with an unconcealable tremor in her voice. These three months of waiting had exhausted her patience, and fear and worry were growing wildly in her heart.

Chen Yu stopped, walked to Chen Xiner, patted her shoulder gently, and tried to comfort her: "Miss, maybe they are at the critical stage of breakthrough. Just wait a little longer, everything will be fine." But his voice also revealed an uncertainty that even he himself could not convince himself of.