Consort Qian was in a daze. She felt like she was empty and heaven and hell had changed.
She stared blankly at where Qinchuan disappeared. That was the Seal of Death. His body and soul were destroyed …
All that was left was the aura of the Seal of Death and the broken remains of the treasure.
Pu!
She spat out a mouthful of blood!
Her face was pale and her body was trembling. In this desolate wind, her beautiful figure seemed very frail and weak.
…
Five years later!
Sacred Mountain!
A water coffin floated on top of the Sacred Mountain's spiritual spring. A youth was lying inside. He seemed to be asleep. His face was delicate and his eyes were closed.
The spiritual energy of the spiritual spring constantly entered his body, dissolving the aura of death and exhaustion in his body.
It had been five years. The spiritual spring could only help his body level up and balance the aura of death. Whether or not he could wake up depended on his luck.
The person in the water coffin was naturally Qinchuan. When he was struck by the Seal of Death, the Five Elements Buddhas opened a path and sent him to the nearest Sacred Mountain that could heal him.
Not far away, a woman was looking at the water coffin.
If Qinchuan was awake, he would definitely recognize her.
Lang Yuan!
She wore a plain dress that revealed her curves. Her shoulders were sharp as a knife, and her waist was thin. She was born graceful and graceful. Her shiny black hair draped over her back, and her face was as white as jade. She had a jade-like nose and a sandalwood mouth. The most beautiful part about her was her pair of eyes. They were intelligent, yet they gave off an indifferent and aloof feeling.
It was the kind of temperament of someone who had washed away all worldly splendor and was indifferent to the world. It was a kind of tranquil and indifferent temperament.
She was born with the body of a saint.
She looked at Qinchuan with a complicated expression. She had once invited Qinchuan to Sacred Mountain to play. She didn't expect him to come like this.
It had been five years. She would come here every day to accompany her.
"Girl, it has been five years. You didn't tell me who he was. I asked you if you liked him. You didn't tell me." A gentle middle-aged man walked to Lang Yuan's side and said.
"He gave me a second life." Lang Yuan said softly.
"Father, let's go see mother." Lang Yuan said softly.
The man nodded. "Alright!"
This was an ice house, and in the middle was an ice coffin. At this moment, there was an extremely beautiful woman lying inside. She looked very similar to Lang Yuan, but her face was pale as if she was asleep.
Lang Yuan looked at the woman in a daze.
The man sighed in his heart. This was his woman. She was lying here because he had beaten her …
Back then, when he was battling his mortal enemy on the Sacred Mountain, someone had disguised herself as Lang Yuan's mother and almost killed him with a single sword strike. After that, she had escaped, and he had chased after her. While chasing after her, he had met Lang Yuan's real mother, and due to a moment of carelessness, he had injured her so severely that she could not be treated. At the brink of death, he had sealed her in an ice coffin.
After that, Lang Yuan left the Sacred Mountain. She wanted to go out to relax and give her father some peace and quiet.
The man was also disappointed. When his daughter came back, he was so happy that he cooked for her every day.
Lang Yuan did not blame him, not at all. She knew that her father loved her mother very much, and he was already very sad. This was the enemy's plot to destroy her father's will from the heart.
Of course, the man knew that he had to be strong and hold on. He had to support his daughter and find a way to save his wife.
Every time he saw his wife, he would be very sad and vexed. This was a pain and illness in his heart.
He was a man, and that was the woman he loved deeply. She was almost destroyed by his own hands. He felt more pained than anyone else, and he blamed himself.
"Father, mother doesn't want you to blame yourself. We will definitely wake mother up," Lang Yuan said softly.
"I will definitely wake your mother up," the man said with certainty.
He felt bitter in his heart. His own woman was like this, and he could feel that his daughter had an inexplicable feeling towards the man in the water coffin. However, he was also unconscious, and he did not even know if he would wake up in this lifetime.
Did the fate of both father and daughter have to be like this? His daughter was still young, and he felt that fate was unfair. His daughter had never been so serious towards that man, but now …
…
Qinchuan slowly opened his eyes. He felt that he had slept for a very long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not wake up. He kept trying, trying, and finally opened his eyes. However, at this moment, his body was incomparably stiff and cold, and he had no strength at all.
Qinchuan was shocked, and he tried hard to recall. He remembered that he had been thinking about his cultivation, and realized that it was still there, but he just couldn't move it.
This made him heave a sigh of relief. As long as his cultivation was there, it was fine. He was a godly doctor.
Where was this?
Qinchuan looked at the sky, and his golden eyes could see his surroundings. He realized that he was in a water coffin, and he was in a pond.
Eh?
This was a spiritual pond, and spiritual energy was constantly entering his body, dissolving the deathly energy in his body. He knew that he had been saved, and this was also the reason why he could wake up.
After waking up, his body recovered much faster, and the deathly energy in his body was slowly reducing. Before, he could only maintain his balance, but now he could reduce it. After waking up, his body's recovery ability had awakened.
Unfortunately, he couldn't move.
Lang Yuan came to look at the water coffin once again. She looked at Qinchuan, but when she saw Qinchuan, she was stunned. Then, her face was filled with joy, and she leaped up, landing on the spiritual spring. She held onto the side of the water coffin, "Qinchuan, you are awake, do you still recognize me?"
Qinchuan was shocked. Naturally, he recognized Lang Yuan, and she was the one who saved him. This was Saint Mountain?
"Sister Lang Yuan, I'm here to find you." Qinchuan smiled.
"You still recognize me, that's great, you have been asleep for five years." Lang Yuan said in surprise.
"Five years? I slept for five years? "Qinchuan looked at Lang Yuan in shock.
"Yes!" Lang Yuan said softly.
"Qinchuan, how are you feeling?" Lang Yuan asked with concern.
Qinchuan thought of Consort Qian, but then he remembered that she had tamed the Flower Fairy Snake, and that five years had passed. He smiled bitterly at Lang Yuan, "Sister, help me up!"
Lang Yuan carried Qinchuan horizontally. Qinchuan was embarrassed, but he still couldn't. He could only move his head now.
Qinchuan smelled the faint fragrance on her body. This woman had a pair of incomparable beautiful eyes. They were originally a pair of eyes that looked down on everything, but now they were looking at him with concern.
"I'm fine, I'll be fine soon." Qinchuan smiled.
Five years …
On the way, they met a scholarly man. When the man saw that Qinchuan had woken up, his eyes lit up, "Girl, he's awake!"
"Yes, Qinchuan, he's my father!"
"Hello, Uncle!" Qinchuan greeted. Now that he was being carried by the man's daughter, he felt a little embarrassed.
He carried Qinchuan to a room and placed him on the bed.
Qinchuan realized that this was a lady's room.
Without a doubt, this was Lang Yuan's room, because there was a faint aura here, an aura that belonged to her.
"Qinchuan, how are you feeling?" The man asked with concern.
"I'm a doctor myself, I'm fine, I'll recover soon. Thank you for saving my life." Qinchuan expressed his gratitude.