Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1694 - 1691: Solidifying Pill in

Zhang Nian took a deep breath, focusing her intent to draw the cold Qi within her to her Dantian.

Under her mental guidance, the cold Qi coursed through her Meridians like an unstoppable torrent.

She observed the surrounding cold Qi intensify, the very air warping into a swirling vortex by unseen power.

Within this vortex, spiritual energy spun rapidly, merging with the cold Qi and releasing a subtle luminescence.

As the cold Qi reached a crucial meridian juncture, Zhang Nian endured a searing agony, as if numerous needles were pricking her pathways.

Gritting her teeth, she momentarily halted the flow before channeling all her resolve to break through the meridian intersection.

In that critical moment.

A soul-shattering pain engulfed her, nearly forcing a cry from her lips.

It felt as though her very being was being ripped asunder, the pain piercing her soul.

Fortunately, the intense suffering subsided swiftly.

This abatement brought a wave of relief, allowing her to finally exhale.

At this juncture, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn irresistibly towards Zhang Nian’s form.

They coalesced around her, fashioning a transparent shield of energy.

Within this protective barrier, the cold Qi continued its flow through her Meridians.

Zhang Nian sensed the cold Qi’s power relentlessly augmenting, as if propelled by an immense, invisible force.

As the cold Qi concentrated further, a faint azure radiance began to emanate from Zhang Nian’s Dantian.

Zhang Nian continued to direct the cold Qi, facilitating its circulation and consolidation within her Dantian.

She could distinctly feel the potency of the cold Qi ceaselessly mounting, akin to a formidable energy impacting her Dantian.

Finally, the cold Qi coalesced into a sphere of ice within her Dantian.

This ice orb exuded a potent chill, seemingly freezing the adjacent atmosphere.

The ice orb also maintained a rotational motion within Zhang Nian’s Dantian, releasing a formidable energy.

This energy not only permeated her entire body but also exerted a remarkable influence upon it.

As the ice orb spun, Zhang Nian’s physique gradually became imbued with a soft, ice-blue glow.

This radiance pulsed like ripples on water, bestowing upon her an ethereal and transcendent aura.

Her skin grew more refined, possessing a translucent quality, as if sculpted from pure ice.

Her once bright eyes deepened, now appearing capable of discerning all truths within the world.

A gleam of ice-blue flickered within her gaze, projecting an aura of profound mystery and might.

She carried herself with an elegant poise, each movement imbued with a distinct, captivating charm.

Her hair appeared silkier, resembling flowing ice threads beneath the ethereal ice-blue illumination.

"Did I succeed?" Zhang Nian’s lips curved slightly, revealing a smile of captivating allure.

In this moment, she resembled an ice maiden, radiating an aura of cool mystery.

"Have confidence, you have indeed succeeded!"

Xu Wendong emerged from his stupor, involuntarily swallowing, for despite witnessing many extraordinary events, his composure was utterly shaken!

After all, considering the brief duration, he had known Zhang Nian for merely a single day.

Prior to their encounter, she was but an ordinary mortal.

And now.

She had ascended to the level of a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

Achieving core formation within a day was an unheard-of feat in the annals of Cultivation.

Although her one-day core formation stemmed from dual cultivation with him.

It undeniably demonstrated the extraordinary nature of the Chaos Cold Ice Body.

Zhang Nian looked out the window in astonishment, murmuring, "Oh, it's already night? It felt like merely a short while had passed."

Xu Wendong let out a chuckle, remarking, "That is quite common; as your Cultivation level advances, a single period of meditation can span months, even years."

Zhang Nian responded with a simple "Oh," then eagerly inquired, "Am I exceptionally powerful now? Can I defeat several cultivators of the same rank with a single strike?"

"Uh..."

Xu Wendong replied with some awkwardness, "Your innate talent is exceptionally high, and you possess the potential to overcome opponents of a higher level. However, having just embarked on the path of Cultivation, your mindset is still developing. As for the exact number you can contend with, I am not entirely certain."

"Xu Wendong, come out and face your demise!"

Suddenly.

A resounding roar echoed from the street outside the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.

Hearing the disturbance, Xu Wendong furrowed his brow before glancing out the window.

There, he observed an old man standing serenely in the night.

His bearing was dignified and upright, his posture rigid, clad in a flowing green robe of exquisite, ancient make, which swayed gently in the breeze, seeming to whisper tales of bygone eras.

His face was gaunt, with prominent cheekbones, and his piercing eyes were set deep, his gaze sharp, as if capable of seeing through all beneath the heavens.

With a high-bridged nose and thin, firm lips, the subtle upturn at the corners of his mouth conveyed an imposing presence that commanded implicit respect.

The Elder's hair was entirely silver, meticulously combed back, each strand catching the moonlight like polished metal.

He was a figure of stillness and might, much like an unmoving, towering mountain that seemed to cast an unshakeable, formidable presence.

The very atmosphere around him felt subdued, rendered inert by his aura, carrying a palpable, unseen force.

His bearing was that of a true expert, radiating the unmistakable aura of someone at the Nascent Soul stage of Cultivation.

In addition to him.

Trailing in his wake were five formidable individuals, each at the Golden Core Peak, their collective presence robust and imposing.

These five stood aligned, a line of unyielding strength, each emanating an extraordinary aura that commanded attention.

The man at the forefront, a figure of middle age, was tall and commanding. His features were chiseled into a square visage, accentuated by a broad mouth and sharp, sword-like eyebrows shadowing eyes that held a piercing, intense gleam.

He was clad in a fitted black outfit, a dark belt cinching his solid waist and abdomen, and he gripped a longsword that caught the moonlight with a cold, sharp shimmer.

Beside him, the second man presented a leaner physique, his face etched with sternness and a distinct coldness, his thin lips pressed into a firm line. His attire was a dark gray robe, the collar intricately embroidered, lending an air of refined elegance. An expression of cold disdain resided in his eyes, as if deeming everything in existence beneath his notice.

The third warrior possessed a medium, broad, and sturdy build. His complexion was dark, framed by thick eyebrows above large eyes, projecting an image of earnest simplicity. His clothing consisted of coarse brown fabric, his sleeves rolled high to reveal powerful, muscular arms.

The fourth member of this intimidating cohort was a woman of striking, cold beauty, her gaze sharp and intelligent, hinting at a shrewd mind at play.

She was dressed in a white robe, a golden sash cinched at her waist, adorned with a gemstone that pulsed with a faint luminescence.

A subtle curl graced her lips, a hint of a smile that veiled her true intentions, making her thoughts inscrutable.

The fifth man’s gaze was exceptionally keen, his expression serious and focused.

His facial structure was sharply defined, with prominent cheekbones and lips held in a resolute, unyielding line.

He wore a flowing robe of deep blue, its collar embellished with elaborate patterns. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture upright and unwavering, projecting an aura of composed dignity and reserved strength.

Upon observing this formidable assembly, Zhang Nian inquired with a note of caution, "Why have these individuals graced us with their presence?"