Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1680 - 1677: An Unprecedented Dual Cultivation Experience

A hint of gravity and indecision colored the Dragon Soul's voice as it echoed within Xu Wendong's mind: "A method does exist, but the path is fraught with extreme peril, presenting you with immense danger and daunting challenges."

"Are you truly resolute in your decision to save this girl?"

Xu Wendong cast his gaze downward, focusing on the woman cradled in his arms, her life hanging by the thinnest of threads. Her complexion was ashen, her breaths so faint they threatened to dissipate with each passing moment.

A sudden, unwavering determination hardened his eyes as he declared without a second's pause: "I cannot simply stand by and watch her perish!"

Internally, he pondered the inexplicable sense of familiarity he felt towards this woman, a stranger he had just encountered, as though a profound connection transcended the boundaries of space and time.

Yet, at this critical juncture, he lacked the luxury of time to delve into the origins of this peculiar sensation or to unravel its mysteries.

One certainty remained crystal clear in his mind.

Zhang Nian's current critical state, her cultivation in jeopardy and her life on the brink, was a direct consequence of his having imparted the 'Cold Ice Mantra' to her.

Had it not been for his intervention, she would not have ventured into its cultivation recklessly, nor would she have faced this calamitous deviation.

Moreover, the entirety of this unfolding crisis occurred within his own establishment. Both moral obligation and logical reasoning compelled him to find a solution to preserve her life. How could he possibly harden his heart and abandon her to the clutches of the Netherworld?

Perceiving his unshakeable resolve, the Dragon Soul emitted a helpless sigh and slowly articulated, "Very well, I do possess a technique that may potentially restore this girl to her former vitality."

"However, this method is exceptionally unconventional, necessitating the fusion of Yin and Yang between the two of you."

"Your body's Extreme Yang Qi will be employed to gradually counteract and dissolve the pervasive coldness afflicting her."

"While you have employed this approach to aid others previously, this particular girl's constitution is remarkably rare and distinctive. The power latent within the Chaos Cold Ice Body is virtually immeasurable."

"Should you both engage in the act of Yin-Yang fusion, you yourself will be exposed to substantial peril. The slightest misstep could precipitate an irreversible catastrophe."

Xu Wendong released a heavy exhalation, his gaze returning to the fading life in the woman's form. He spoke gently, "A path to your salvation now exists; it requires you and I to unite Yin and Yang. Only through this dual cultivation can your life be preserved!"

Upon hearing these words.

A flicker of incredulity crossed Zhang Nian's weakened eyes; she had never conceived that only the union of Yin and Yang held the key to her survival.

Before she could fully process the statement.

Xu Wendong reached out, his fingers addressing the fastenings of her attire...

Instinctively, she attempted to stir and resist.

However, her enfeebled body was already overwhelmed by the deviation; her minimal struggle manifested as a mere tremor of her limbs, akin to a candle's flame flickering in the wind, offering a feeble resistance that only added a poignant charm to her plight.

The fastening, like a sinuous serpent, uncoiled with deliberate slowness, and her long robe descended with a soft rustle.

Zhang Nian's skin, as lustrous and smooth as fine jade, gradually yielded to the ambient chill. A fine mist of moisture appeared on its surface, a testament to the rampant cold coursing through her veins.

Bathed in the room's subdued light, it shimmered with an ethereal, captivating luminescence, reminiscent of dew glistening on morning grass, yet radiating a profound, bone-deep coldness.

Xu Wendong expelled a breath of stale air, an effort to steady his turbulent thoughts.

His gaze briefly averted from Zhang Nian, as if gathering resolve, before he decisively shed his outer garment.

As his shirt fell away, his robust and sculpted torso was fully revealed.

The contours of his muscles, rendered by the interplay of light and shadow, appeared as the most exquisite creations of a master sculptor, each sinew seemingly imbued with boundless strength and vitality.

With gentle movements, he extended his arms, carefully lifting Zhang Nian's delicate frame, allowing her to recline against his chest.

The moment their skin made contact, an icy chill, as if emanating from the depths of Jiuyou Purgatory, surged like a tempestuous tide through every point of connection. His body involuntarily stiffened for a fleeting instant, but gritting his teeth, he forcefully bore the biting cold.

Initially, Zhang Nian's body instinctively recoiled, tensing like a drawn bowstring, poised to spring back at any moment.

Yet, Xu Wendong remained steadfast. His spiritual power, like a gentle, fine stream, continuously and unhurriedly permeated Zhang Nian's being.

Gradually.

Zhang Nian began to sense Xu Wendong's benevolent intentions and unwavering determination. Her taut form slowly began to yield, much like a small bird finding sanctuary in the calm embrace of his arms amidst a raging storm.

Even though she had never considered a dual cultivation session with a stranger before, the comforting warmth emanating from Xu Wendong's being was something she found herself thoroughly enjoying, seemingly easing the frigid sensation within her.

However.

The instant Xu Wendong entered her, a pained cry escaped the young woman's lips.

At that precise moment.

Zhang Nian felt as if she was being ripped asunder.

Then.

A surge of intense heat flooded her body, delivering a mingled sense of agony and ecstasy.

Concurrently.

Xu Wendong, fighting back the extreme chill, initiated a tender connection...

Xu Wendong had successfully aided numerous individuals through dual cultivation; each prior instance left him feeling at ease and satisfied.

But this time was different.

He felt as if he was enduring unbearable torment.

The gentle, warm space he cherished had become exceptionally frigid.

With every thrust, he experienced an illusory sensation of his very bones freezing.

Still, he clenched his jaw, channeling his True Qi and Yang energy into Zhang Nian's delicate form.

As moments stretched into an eternity, the stubborn Ice Cold Power within Zhang Nian began to yield.

Tendrils of icy-blue frigid air, like spirits finally liberated from a long confinement, seeped from her pores, dissipating into the atmosphere.

These cold currents met the golden Yang energy enveloping Xu Wendong, instantly intertwining to create a scene both mesmerizing and fraught with danger.

Xu Wendong's forehead was slick with beads of sweat; like shattered pearls, they coursed down his resolute face, landing upon Zhang Nian's shoulder.

Yet, before the sweat could even spread, it was instantaneously transformed into crystalline ice pellets by the formidable cold, glittering like exquisite diamonds upon her skin.

Their breaths grew increasingly ragged and deep, each gasp a desperate struggle against the specter of death.

As the dual cultivation intensified, the Ice Cold Power within Zhang Nian was gradually subdued, morphing into placid cold air that flowed smoothly along the meridians Xu Wendong had meticulously established.

Finally.

Panting heavily, Xu Wendong withdrew from Zhang Nian's body, leaving behind a pool of crimson blood on the bed, akin to a blossoming rose, striking in its vividness.