C4

"The fourth chapter is about to end ?"

Isabelle wanted to speak, but when she saw her daughter's resolute expression, the words that had finally reached her mouth became: "This matter should wait until your father is back."

Selina opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. At this moment, it was too late to say anything. She only regretted that she did not do as she was told, even to the point of letting the situation take its course.

At the same time, at Count Winston's mansion in the imperial capital, Bornan's mother, Lidija, had a look of worry and anxiety on her face. It had been three days since his son had seen him, but there was no sign of him. He had already inquired about all the places he used to go, and there was nothing useful about them.

Since Polnan could not train, Letitia put a lot of effort into him. Moreover, the second son was brought along by his husband, so most of the time, it was the mother and son that lived in the imperial capital. The scales in her heart had unknowingly tilted a lot towards her eldest son.

Since the day before yesterday, Bobby, Bornan's personal servant, had been leading his guards around the streets in search of him. At first, Leticia didn't take it to heart. Although Bonan was a loser, this was the imperial capital. Moreover, with the Winston family's influence, she didn't think that anyone would harm him. But there had been no news of him for three days, and Leticia had a hunch something must have happened. Thus, she increased her search efforts. However, there were still no clues. The extremely anxious Lidiya no longer had the heart to deal with the daily affairs of the family, and wholeheartedly wanted to find her son.

There was no way to hide it, and Leticia had no intention of hiding it. Soon, the entire imperial capital knew of Bolnen's disappearance.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Feng woke up again. Having recovered some strength, he looked at the seven people and saw that they had their eyelids drooped just like before. No one knew what they were thinking about. After he shifted his gaze away from them, he began to carefully examine his surroundings. He was even more certain that this was the prison cell, and that there was only one exit. Moreover, the exit was not that big. It was less than two meters in diameter, and it was at least five meters away from the ground.

Not far to his left was a bucket that had always been pitch black. The bucket constantly emitted the smell of feces. He knew that this bucket was used to make it convenient for the people inside.

He frowned slightly and looked away from the bucket. He saw half a loaf of bread on the ground a short distance in front of him, and then he heard a rumbling in his stomach. He subconsciously looked at the seven of them. Seeing that they didn't even have the intention to look at him, he immediately knew that the bread belonged to him.

The extreme hunger made Ji Feng realize that he hadn't eaten in a long time. Although he didn't want to move at all due to the pain, the hunger was unbearable. He struggled to get up, but to no avail. He had no choice but to crawl over. This decision caused the scabbed wound on his body to split open, and he left a lot of blood along the way.

When he got half a loaf of bread, he subconsciously took a big bite out of it. As he was putting the bread into his mouth, he suddenly thought of something and took a small bite. Even though it was only a small bite, it choked him. Instinctively he swallowed, but his throat was dry enough to spurt fire. He looked around and saw that there was no water at all except for the cold pool in front of him.

After a moment of hesitation, he managed to swallow the bread in his mouth and crawled towards the pool. When he reached the pool, he did not immediately scoop up water to drink. He panted heavily and rested for more than ten minutes before he realized that he had slightly recovered his strength. He couldn't help but shudder at the bone-piercing coldness of the pond. Hunger and thirst were hard to endure. He stared at the pool in front of him, his throat subconsciously making a swallowing motion.

Finally, the monsoon moved closer to the pool and dipped his hand into the water. When his hand dipped into the water, he immediately felt a bone-piercing chill run along his hand and all over his body. He suddenly quivered, causing the wound to open up, causing him to grimace.

Ji Feng knew that if he didn't drink water, he wouldn't be able to live for long. Therefore, he threw caution to the wind, cupped a handful of water with both hands and took a sip. Although there was still a heart-wrenching pain coming from the ruptured wound, he had forcefully forgotten about this.

After the ice-cold water entered his throat, he shivered once more. He felt himself freeze from the inside out. Nevertheless, he took another sip, ate the rest of the bread in two or three gulps, and drank a little more before leaving the pool. He did not dare to drink too much, fearing that he would freeze to death.

When he got back to the place where he had been sitting, Monsoon felt terrible. He did not know what was going on with the pond, but the water inside was so cold.

At this moment, he thought of the nameless art he had been practicing on Earth. It took a lot of effort for him to wrap his legs up and start cultivating with both of his hands. This was his last hope, and although he knew it wouldn't work, he had no choice.

Although this was his first time training this body, he still remembered the feeling. As a result, he quickly entered a state of emptiness. He forgot about the feeling of coldness and pain.

Although he couldn't train, he had never given up. As such, his body could still be considered sturdy. It was because of this that the monsoon was able to endure the pain and the cold water.

Ji Feng didn't notice that when he first started cultivating, the seven guys opened their eyes at the same time and then immediately returned to their original state.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Feng felt a trace of warmth coming from his Dantian. He was instantly overjoyed. The purpose of his training was to forget the cold and pain, but he didn't expect that he would really be able to cultivate a trace of true energy.

He subconsciously looked around, but there was no way to determine the time. At this time, he already knew that the dim light was the magic lamp.

After a while, he saw another half a loaf of bread not too far away from him. He stretched his numb body and crawled over to eat the bread in the icy water. Then he returned to his original spot and began to cultivate. To the current him, the unexpected effect of the Nameless Art was his last hope.

Time flew by. When the monsoon opened his eyes again, it was because of hunger. He saw half a loaf of bread. At this time, the strand of true qi within his dantian expanded a bit more.

Ji Feng was surprised by this reward. He originally only intended to use his training to resist the cold and pain. He never thought that he would gain anything, because this body had long passed the best time for cultivation. If one was unable to cultivate magic and dou qi in this body, cultivating zhenqi would at least achieve twice the results with half the effort.

After finding the motivation to move, the monsoon ate the bread in the icy pond and started cultivating again.

Ji Feng didn't know that Leticia, who was outside, had already overturned the entire imperial city. He even sent his family's guards to search in the nearby cities.