Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

The four women exchanged glances, then each went to their respective seats and sat down cross-legged.

Su Qingxue closed her eyes, focused her mind, and adjusted her breathing.

Shen Qingqiu did a final check on the few bottles of emergency medicine he carried with him.

Ye Qingcheng clenched her fist, sensing the remaining Frosty Yin energy within her body. Qin Yurou took a deep breath and held the Yin-Yang Jade Pendant in her palm.

"Begin!" Master Xuanbing gave the order.

The four women simultaneously activated their techniques, unleashing their individual source power.

Su Qingxue was surrounded by an icy blue light, as cold and aloof as the moon;

A bluish-green mist rose from Shen Qingqiu's body, full of vitality;

A frosty, chilling aura emanated from Ye Qingcheng's body, piercing and menacing.

Qin Yurou was enveloped in a light blue halo, exuding a gentle and reserved aura.

Four beams of light, each a different color but all belonging to the same source of the Nine Yin, simultaneously shot towards Lin Chen in the pool, merging into the water where boiling and stillness intertwined.

The pool water suddenly boiled!

The boundary between gold and red and ice blue fluctuated violently, and the enormous Yin and Yang energies were stirred up, surging into Lin Chen's body under the guidance of the four streams of Nine Yin Power!

"Well--!"

Lin Chen, who was unconscious, suddenly arched his body and let out an unconscious groan of pain.

On his body, the fiery golden-red yang energy and the icy blue yin energy surged, collided, and intertwined wildly, and it seemed as if countless small snakes were wriggling under his skin, a terrifying sight.

The four women shuddered simultaneously, their faces turning pale.

They felt an extremely terrifying suction force emanating from Lin Chen's body, frantically drawing away their source power!

A violent and chaotic force assaulted their minds—the pain, ferocity, and survival instinct within Lin Chen's shattered consciousness.

"Keep your mind steady!" Sword Master Qingyang shouted sharply.

"Guide the power of the pool to soothe him! Su Qingxue, draw upon the yin energy of the northern pool to protect his heart meridian!"

"Shen Qingqiu, use the medicinal spirit as a guide to direct Yang energy to repair your meridians!"

Su Qingxue gritted her teeth, her icy blue eyes shining with unwavering determination.

She transformed the power of the Profound Yin Origin into the finest threads, carefully weaving through the ruins of Lin Chen's heart meridian, which resembled a heart scorched by raging fire.

They tried to carve out a small, peaceful place amidst the raging yang energy.

Every step forward feels like dancing on a knife's edge, consuming a tremendous amount of energy.

Shen Qingqiu's forehead was covered in sweat. Her medicinal spirit power was sensitive to the vitality of plants, but now she had to use it to guide the violent yang energy.

She focused her mind, sensing the broken and withered meridians in Lin Chen's body.

Like the most meticulous craftsman, using the essence of medicine as a binder and drawing on the power of yang as fuel, they try to bind, forge, and reshape little by little.

The process was slow and painful.

Backlashes came intermittently.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth.

Her Frosty Yin Power was the sharpest, and at this moment it was responsible for guiding the Golden-Red Yang Power in the pool to impact and reshape Lin Chen's Qi and Blood.

It was like forging a red-hot iron block with an ice hammer; each impact brought violent shocks, and the recoil caused her already damaged essence to throb with pain.

Qin Yurou was the one who struggled the most.

She had the lowest cultivation level and a relatively gentle Yin essence, and was responsible for stabilizing Lin Chen's soul, which was on the verge of collapse.

That soul was like a flickering candle in the wind, swaying uncertainly, mixed with the violent embers of the Burning Heaven Body.

She could only use the gentlest method, like caring for an infant, to guide the peaceful Yin and Yang energies in the pool through the Yin-Yang jade pendant, trying her best to soothe and gather the scattered consciousness.

This requires extreme patience and self-control.

Her face quickly turned ashen.

Time passes little by little.

The three elders by the pool looked solemn, ready to intervene at any moment.

Chu Ling'er nervously gripped the hem of her clothes. Her spiritual body allowed her to vaguely sense the dangerous energy surging in the pool and the balance that everyone was struggling to maintain.

One hour, two hours...

The four women's auras were noticeably weakening, especially Qin Yurou, whose body had begun to sway slightly.

"Not good!" Granny Cihang suddenly exclaimed, "The remaining Nine Yang Essence in his dantian is beginning to retaliate uncontrollably!"

"The balance of Yin and Yang is about to be disrupted!"

Suddenly, a dazzling golden-red light burst forth from Lin Chen's dantian.

Like a volcano that has been suppressed to the extreme finally erupting, it instantly impacts the meridians that have just begun to repair, and is about to wreak havoc in all directions!

The balance is about to be broken!

If it gets out of control, not only will Lin Chen be burned to ashes immediately, but the four women will also be either killed or maimed if they are hit head-on by this recoil force!

At the critical moment, Chu Ling'er, who had been weak and observing from the sidelines, suddenly had a clear light flash in her eyes.

A psychic being possesses an extraordinary perception of energy flow and "intention".

A sudden inspiration struck her; she bit her tongue sharply, spitting a mouthful of blood into the pool, while simultaneously forming an ancient hand seal and shrieking:

"Lin Chen! Guard your mind!"

"Sister Su and the others are saving you! If you give up, they will all die!"

This shout contained the last bit of her spiritual power, striking deep into Lin Chen's consciousness!

The burst of golden-red light suddenly stopped!

In that instant of pause, a cold glint flashed in Su Qingxue's eyes, and she made a decisive move: "Now! Abandon the localized issue and work together to suppress the dantian!"

She first redirected most of her profound Yin energy, no longer focusing on a complete repair, but instead transformed it into an icy blue torrent that rushed straight into Lin Chen's dantian!

Shen Qingqiu, Ye Qingcheng, and Qin Yurou understood each other perfectly and switched their powers almost simultaneously!

The four streams of the Nine Yin essence, under the blessing of the Yin-Yang Creation Pool, truly "combined their forces" for the first time.

Like four divine needles that sternly pierced the violent source of the Nine Yang!

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Like cold water poured into boiling oil, intense energy erupted within Lin Chen's dantian.

Lin Chen's body convulsed violently, and blood oozed from all seven orifices.

But the four women disregarded everything and used their last bit of strength to maintain the suppression and fusion of the four fundamental forces.

The golden-red and four-colored light clashed, permeated, and merged wildly within Lin Chen's body...

I don't know how much time passed.

The violent golden-red light gradually subsided and became more restrained, no longer frenzied, but instead formed a subtle, slowly rotating balance with the four streams of Nine Yin power.

The unusual phenomena on Lin Chen's body slowly disappeared.

Although the breathing was weak, it gradually became long and steady.

The boiling of the pool water subsided, returning to its previous state of being half-boiling and half-frozen, only the light had dimmed considerably.

"It...it was a success?"

Qin Yurou murmured as if she were exhausted, her vision went black, and she fell forward, only to be caught by a quick-thinking disciple from the valley.

Shen Qingqiu also exhausted his last bit of strength and collapsed onto the futon, unable to even move his fingers.

Ye Qingcheng used her sword to support herself on the ground to barely keep from falling. She was panting heavily, her clothes soaked with sweat.

Su Qingxue was the last to finish her practice.

She slowly lowered her hands, her icy blue eyes taking a deep look at Lin Chen, whose breathing had calmed down in the pool. Her tense back finally relaxed slightly.

Overwhelmed by extreme exhaustion, she swayed, barely managing to stay upright, but her face was deathly pale.