Qin Dong stretched his right arm, grabbed Qin Feixiong's shoulder, and swung it. Unexpectedly, Qin Feixiong flew in the air, screeching.
"Hold your core and seek inner peace!" Qin Dong ordered and kept changing his moves, palms facing the sky. There, three crystal purple lotus flowers burst and formed a triangle with Qin Feixiong in its center.
Unexpectedly, the splendid light rushed into the sky, rolled and danced, like a violent dragon penetrating cloud clusters.
When the third lotus flower arose between the heavens and earth, a gust of rocking vital energy erupted from Qin Dong. Qin Zongheng stared at it in aghast with eyes wide open, his heart seeming to be pinched hard.
He never expected that Qin Dong's cultivation base was much higher than his own. He guessed that Qin Dong was even superior to Jin Pingyue and the monk from the breaths.
As Qin Dong showed his cultivation without constraints, Qin Feiyan was so startled that she held her breath and remained still as if her acupoints stricken.
Connected by purple spiritual energy, the three flowers released purple light, in which Qin Feixiong bathed.
Each flash as though alive, Qin Dong's vital energy, was busy with rushing and leaving Qin Feixiong's body.
After a while, some black turbid air emitted from Qin Feixiong. Qin Zongheng supposed that the air should be the toxin accumulated. Qin Dong was refining Qin Feixiong's body.
All the refinement methods were based on a deep cultivation base. And Qin Zongheng saw such a stunning practice at his first time, albeit erudite.
Astounded, Qin Feiyan lost her mind and thought she was dreaming. She sometimes patted her cheeks, lovable and funny.
"Huh!" As Qin Dong's roar sounded, the three flowers merged into one and the purple light grew stronger, prickling Qin Zongheng and Qin Feiyan's eyes. They hurried to cover them with their hands.
All of a sudden, Qin Feixiong throbbed as though shocked by electricity. The purple flashes darted into him and his turbid air faded, not inky as before.
All of these happened within several breaths and the turbid air turned to be clean.
The lotus flowers returned to Qin Dong's body along the original trial without any delay, and purple flashes disappeared. The chill air settled down.
Qin Zongheng and Qin Feiyan moved their hands off eyes. Qin Feixiong landed on the ice bed and sat with legs crossed in solemnity, like mediating. With a grave look, Qin Dong placed one of his hands above Qin Feixiong's head. The refinement did not finish yet.
In Qin Zongheng and Qin Feiyan's gazes, as the palm gashed Qin Feixiong's head top, Qin Feixiong leaned forward immediately and coughed up blood.
"Feixiong!" Qin Zongheng was frightened. Head top might be injured after receiving the knock.
"Don't come here!" Qin Dong glared at Qin Zongheng and his sharp look prevented him from edging forward.
Qin Zongheng hesitated, however, a cozy smile etched across Qin Feixiong's face and lightened up Qin Zongehng a bit.
To Qin Zongheng's surprise, when Qin Dong's hand left from Qin Feixiong's head top, traces of millennium icy air around raced into Qin Feixiong' body from his head top, as if being attracted.