The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

"Feng Ting helped Ping Jian once again."

red robed man's tone also carried a little lament.

"That's right!" If not for Feng Ting, Xue Bu's revenge would have been a success. " The man sighed.

"Only someone as righteous and compassionate as Yue Shuang would allow Xue Bu's plan to succeed." red robed man said as he looked to the south.

"Yes, Ping Jian truly values friendship too much. This is his weakness."

"It's also one of his strengths." The red robed man said.

The green-clothed man was somewhat surprised to hear from his master that a simple and uncomplicated relationship was a virtue.

"Since you're here, go and help Hang Ming."

"Yes, I'll go look for the leader right now." The man said.

"It's better not to go."

Just as the man was about to leave, red robed man suddenly changed his mind. It was rare for his master to go back on his word. He stood there, waiting for his master's orders.

"Go back and let the Zhu brothers bring Chi Lu to Tiandu."

"Yes, Master." Seeing that his master had no other orders, he turned around and left.

red robed man continued to admire the Carp in the pond, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. He was obviously very pleased with the way things were now.

Deep into the night, Feng Ting was tired from training. He walked out of the room, extended his arms, relaxed his body, and breathed in the cool air.

Suddenly, a black wind-like ray of light flew into the room.

Feng Ting's face revealed joy, he immediately turned and walked into the room, and after closing the door, he drew out a soundproofing barrier.

Inside the room, there was now an emaciated Black-clothed Man. His face was also dark, and his body naturally emitted a threatening cold aura.

"dangling lake middle grade! Congratulations. " Feng Ting laughed.

"I've said it before, once I enter the dangling lake, I'll be able to come and find you." Although Xiao Ning's expression was cold, there was still a hidden arrogance.

"dangling lake's middle grade, is equivalent to Fen Cheng's strength. At the age of eighteen, you are definitely the strongest one in this world, a youngster of eighteen years old." Feng Ting said.

When Xiao Ning heard this, the corner of his mouth revealed a little bit of an arrogant smile, "Do you really think I'm the strongest, an eighteen year old?"

"Of course, could it be that there's a youth of eighteen years old who's stronger than you?" Feng Ting asked.

"Probably not." Xiao Ning smiled slightly. He was very thin and weak, and his face was dark. In addition to his arrogant and spoiled appearance, he looked more like a child.

Feng Ting laughed: "Your current appearance, actually fits your age quite well."

Hearing that, Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting with a smile: "Do you think I'm young?"

"It's very small to begin with." Feng Ting's words were definitely from the bottom of his heart.

"Although I'm very young, I'm going to die soon." Xiao Ning said as he stared at Feng Ting.

"I won't let you die." Feng Ting now realised that Xiao Ning seemed to be more and more afraid of death, reminding her from time to time that he was sick.

"I hope you can do what you say." Xiao Ning said.

"I will definitely do what I say." Feng Ting promised.

"Then tell me, is there any progress?" Xiao Ning asked.

"Three months later, Holy House is going to host a Profound Weapons Congress. I want to become the champion, enter the Holy House s to look up ancient records, and treat your illness." Feng Ting said.

"Another three months?" Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting, and said: "I won't be able to save you two years of time."

"I know, I definitely won't let you die."

"If I die, I will take you with me."

Hearing Xiao Ning's threat yet again, Feng Ting was not afraid in the slightest. He said indifferently: "If I am unable to cure your illness, I would rather you take me with you."

"Alright." Xiao Ning looked at Feng Ting with a domineering gaze.

"Sit down, I'll take your pulse." Feng Ting said.

"It's the same as before. There's nothing to diagnose." Xiao Ning said.

"Sit down." Feng Ting sat down.

Xiao Ning frowned, he did not object, and obediently sat beside Feng Ting with his hands on the table.

Feng Ting's finger was resting on Xiao Ning's carpal vein, and a wave of cold Qi immediately invaded his finger. Although the killing power of the cold energy that left Xiao Ning's body had decreased, Feng Ting was still very careful. He activated the Healing Flame, releasing the warm Qi to counter the cold Qi, and also entered Xiao Ning's body to check on his body.

After his injuries in the Demon Region last time, the cold energy in Xiao Ning's body had clearly flourished. It had been a long time, but he still hadn't recovered to his original level.

Feng Ting felt a little guilty towards this, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong? Am I going to die? " Xiao Ning asked coldly.

"Stop dying, do you want to die?"

"Of course I don't want to die."

"If you don't want to die, then don't always say so."

"Then you have to be able to cure my illness before I can live."

"I can definitely cure it." Feng Ting said firmly.

"Alright, I'll believe you this time." Xiao Ning said as he looked at Feng Ting.

"If you don't believe me, who else can you trust?" Feng Ting retorted.

"I can only trust you, but so far, other than asking me to help you kill someone, what else have you done for me besides giving me some Fire Melting Pill?"

Feng Ting was powerless to refute, and could only raise his head to sweep Xiao Ning a glance, trying his best to stimulate the Healing Flame in his body, so that the warm feeling would become stronger.

Xiao Ning's brows furrowed, and said: "If I also had such a warm Qi in my body, maybe I wouldn't need to treat my disease."

"The aura in my body can indeed make you feel less cold, but the constant interweaving of cold and heat can cause great harm to your body. So, even if you have a warm aura like me, it will only cause you to die even faster and not be able to save your life. " Feng Ting said.

"Then how do you think I should treat my illness?" Xiao Ning asked.

"I can only disperse them, I can't suppress them." Feng Ting said.

"Disperse?" Wasn't that easier said than done? This cold energy has stayed in my body for eighteen years. Not only did it not decrease at all, it has instead become more and more deadly. " Xiao Ning's expression was a little dejected.

"With me here, the cold will definitely disappear." Feng Ting said solemnly.

"I hope so." Xiao Ning's gaze suddenly softened a little.

Feng Ting did not speak anymore, and only used his warm qi and energy to warm Xiao Ning's meridians. Little Ni enjoyed the warmth of the moment as well. He quietly closed his eyes.

What Feng Ting had said earlier was not entirely true. The warm feeling in his body was actually not from the warmth; It was just that this power carried heat. If Xiao Ning possessed a Healing Flame, it would definitely be able to cure the cold energy in her body.

However, the warm air that came from his body was mostly warm, and the heat from the healing process was few and far between. It was not enough to cure Xia Ning's illness. Not only was it unable to cure the disease, if too many warm auras were to enter Xiao Ning's body, it could also attract a berserk counterattack from the cold energy, causing even more serious consequences.

Therefore, Feng Ting also didn't want Xiao Ning to rely too much on his warm aura. Every time he sent a warm aura into Xiao Ning's body, it would stop just long enough, and wouldn't intentionally cause Xiao Ning to feel that his injuries had lessened.

An hour later, Feng Ting held Li Wan's ice-cold wrist.

Xiao Ning opened his eyes, revealing a trace of reluctance. He looked at Feng Ting and said, "Give me the pills, I'll be leaving now."

"No rush."

"Anything else?" Xiao Ning slanted his eyes at Feng Ting.

"I'm fine."

"Why do you want me to stay?" Xiao Ning frowned, but his body was relaxed.

"I just want you to stay a while longer." Feng Ting said.

Xiao Ning swept a glance over Feng Ting and then sat up straight on his skinny body, not looking at Feng Ting anymore.

Feng Ting also sat quietly, without saying anything, just sitting quietly.

Time quietly flowed by. Xiao Ning did not speak, nor did Feng Ting.

After a long while, Xiao Ning seemed to feel that something was amiss. She turned his head to look at Feng Ting and asked: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uncle Lan said that you were injured when you were born?" Feng Ting did not answer Xiao Ning's question. Instead, he asked a question.

"Yes."

"You were so young when you were born, how could you withstand such an attack?"

"Uncle Lan said before that when he tried to escape with me, he was chased by the Spiritual Strength." Xiao Ning said.

"That's not right." Feng Ting's gaze fell on Xiao Ning's face, and said: "If I only saw it, if it was only the Spiritual Strength, why did it not scatter for more than ten years."

"My enemy is very strong. Even someone as powerful as Uncle Lan would not dare to leave the East Sea." Xiao Ning said.

"Still not right."

"Why is it wrong again!" Xiao Ning shouted in anger.

"No, no!" Feng Ting said that something was wrong, then stood up and walked to the window. Pushing it open, he looked at the sky above the plateau, the coldness in his eyes was even colder than the night.

Xiao Ning came behind Feng Ting and asked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ting did not answer. He had an answer in his heart, but he did not know if he should tell Xiao Ning or not.

's cold eyes revealed urgency, and he asked: "Feng Ting, what's wrong, quickly tell me!"

"Whew."

Feng Ting suddenly spat out a mouthful of impure Qi, he then turned and looked at Xiao Ning, and asked: "Since when do you remember, you have been following Uncle Lan?"

"Yes."

"Then how old do you remember?" The moment Feng Ting said that, he felt that it was a little inaccurate, and said: "The furthest thing that you remember, when was it when you were how old?"

Xiao Ning heard and frowned. He thought hard about it and said, "The furthest I remember is that island in the East Sea. At that time, I thought I was three years old."

"Three years old." Feng Ting paused for a bit, then asked: "What do you remember the most clearly?"

"Uncle Lan, help me heal my injuries." Xiao Ning said: "I remember that Uncle Lan was exhausted every time he wanted to treat my injuries."

"How does Uncle Lan treat your injuries?" Feng Ting asked.

"Use the Spiritual Strength to release the cold air." Xiao Ning Avenue.

Feng Ting looked into Xiao Ning's eyes, and paused for a bit before asking again, "What you remember the most, is something else?"

"The pain of being frozen by the cold air, of course." Xiao Ning said.

Feng Ting's brows slightly twitched, and he lightly raised his hand, placing it on top of Xiao Ning's head. He was a head taller than Xiao Ning, and with Xiao Ning's sickness, he looked like an adult stroking a child's head.