C55 Cold Zhenqi!
"Feng, I've let you down over the years," Qin Xiaotian said, weighed down by guilt.
As he slowly raised his head, Qin Feng was met with a face etched by time. Despite the years that had aged his grandfather, there was no mistaking it—it was indeed Qin Xiaotian.
"Grandfather, what's happened? Why is your aura so weak? Your life force and spirit are severely drained. What's going on?!" Qin Feng's eyes widened in alarm, a fierce coldness blazing within them, his anger beyond containment.
The cold was so intense it seemed to crystallize, frosting his vision with a layer of ice. Even the formidable Ancestors felt a shiver of fear from this icy wrath.
"The boy's aura of death is incredibly strong!" the Ancestors thought, shocked.
"I was betrayed and forced into seclusion to heal. The attacker's power was strange; even with the help of two elders, I haven't recovered after all these years," Qin Xiaotian disclosed.
"Feng, I know you've suffered, and I regret not being there for you," he said, tears streaming down his face.
"Grandfather, who could have done this to you? You're among the strongest in Tiangang City; who could be your match?" Qin Feng asked, filled with concern.
"The cold true qi within Qin Xiaotian has been leeching his strength to grow more powerful. It's an odd type of qi, and we're baffled on how to deal with it," one of the Ancestors explained.
"Had you not come today, we might never have had this reunion. I can only maintain my hold on this true qi for a few more years before it overwhelms me," Qin Xiaotian confessed, his voice grave.
"As the head of the Qin family, my seclusion has kept my condition secret, preventing rivals in Tiangang City from making a move against us. I couldn't stand idly by and watch my grandson face such adversity," he said, his voice soft.
His fists clenched, his frame trembling slightly with emotion.
A cold resolve settled in Qin Feng's eyes, signaling that the events leading to this moment had been carefully orchestrated.
Grandpa Qin Xiaotian had reached the first level of the True Spirit Stage, guiding the Qin family for decades and becoming their pillar of faith. If he were to fall, other powers would surely set their sights on the Qin family with ill intentions.
"Yet, I'm filled with joy, Grandpa. Your journey to this point, despite the hardships, is truly remarkable," Qin Xiaotian said, nodding with a proud yet pained expression as he looked at Qin Feng. His face was etched with suffering, his brow deeply furrowed from the immense pain he endured.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Qin Feng asked, instinctively reaching out to touch his grandfather.
"Don't touch him!" the Ancestors shouted in unison, a note of urgency in their voices.
But their warning came just a heartbeat too late.
"Sizzle sizzle..." The moment Qin Feng's palm brushed against Qin Xiaotian, a shock of icy zhenqi burst forth, striking like a venomous snake baring its fangs.
"Whoosh!" The bone-chilling energy rushed into Qin Feng's meridians, wreaking havoc within him.
"Qin Feng, you must immediately channel your zhenqi to counter this icy onslaught, or you'll face dire consequences!" the Ancestors exclaimed, their voices laden with dread.
On Qin Xiaotian's face, a grimace of pain was visible, mixed with a hint of guilt—he blamed himself for not preventing Qin Feng's impulsive act in time.
