Chapter 1207 — Nothing Can Be Done

At this thought Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the case, so long as she could be saved, that was enough—even if it meant pouring energy into Feng Xiaoxiao every few days. So long as he still had the jade pendant space, energy would never run short!

The energy in Wei Zhao's body drained away slowly, yet well over half of it had already passed into Feng Xiaoxiao's, while from within the jade pendant space, energy surged in upon her without end!

Wei Zhao was somewhat aghast. It seemed that last time Feng Xiaoxiao had not absorbed all the energy in his body at all—she had merely been forced to stop once she had sapped him dry and there was nothing left to take!

Minute by minute, second by second, the time slipped past, yet Feng Xiaoxiao's body went on absorbing Wei Zhao's energy without pause, showing not the slightest intention of slackening; it still rushed through him in a torrent!

Half an hour... an hour... two hours... five hours! The energy in Wei Zhao's body leaked away slowly, but it grew thinner and thinner, and it looked as though Feng Xiaoxiao would suck him completely clean. Even as he gritted his teeth and held on, a measure of panic crept into him!

"Elder Jiao, what is going on? Her body seems to need energy without end—it has no intention of stopping at all?" There was a note of alarm in Wei Zhao's voice.

"I don't know either. It's strange, very strange! Her body keeps absorbing the energy you send over, yet those energies seem unable to stay inside her—we can't even tell where they've gone." Jiao Yazi too wore a deeply troubled look; clearly he had no idea what had come over Feng Xiaoxiao!

The last wisp of energy was drawn out of Wei Zhao's body, and he knew that things might be turning out differently from what he had expected. By his original reckoning, Feng Xiaoxiao ought to have woken long ago. Last time he had merely fed the energy in his body to her, and she had come awake. But now he had not only poured out everything within him—he had also drawn a great quantity of energy from the jade pendant space and fed it to her!

It was no exaggeration to say that, had this much energy gone to Elder Qing or Qiu Lingshan, they would have advanced a whole level long ago. Yet Feng Xiaoxiao still lay motionless on the bed. Wei Zhao was in the midst of cultivating in his sleep, but he remained aware of the world outside, and Feng Xiaoxiao had still not woken!

At this thought Wei Zhao unconsciously halted the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art. Feeding her like this was no solution. His true qi had gone into Feng Xiaoxiao's body, yet it seemed to have left not the slightest trace behind; when he probed her she was still an ordinary person, without any of the familiar energy fluctuations he knew from the Mighty General!

Wei Zhao ceased circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, and the flow of energy into Feng Xiaoxiao's body stopped dead with it. Her body could no longer draw upon the innate energy of his own flesh, so it ceased absorbing as well.

Wei Zhao did not immediately set about restoring his own strength. After all, Feng Xiaoxiao's plight was what mattered now; his power could be recovered a little later without any trouble, and in the meantime it would do him no harm.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes. Tang Yun and Feng Tianlong, who had been watching his expressions closely, hurried a step closer and asked at once, "How is it?"

"It's very strange. Last time, when I sent my true qi into her, Xiaoxiao came back to normal. But this time I emptied every drop of true qi in my body and saw no result at all..." Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. Even so, he still did not dare speak of the jade pendant space—after all, it was not something one could reveal lightly. So he spoke only of himself, and even that was enough to leave Feng Tianlong thoroughly stunned!

"What? You gave Xiaoxiao all the true qi in your body?" Feng Tianlong's eyes went wide.

"I did..." Wei Zhao smiled. He made no effort to conceal his condition, but ran the incantation of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art; the faint true qi in the air stirred at his bidding. Now Feng Tianlong could feel Wei Zhao's strength with perfect clarity—one could say that Wei Zhao had no strength left at all!

Inside him there was nothing but a flicker of true qi, only slightly stronger than an ordinary man's, and nothing more!

"You... you've lost your strength? You threw away all your strength for Xiaoxiao?" Feng Tianlong stared at Wei Zhao, scarcely able to believe it. He was a cultivator himself, and he knew only too well how much strength meant to a martial artist!

And Wei Zhao had actually sacrificed an entire lifetime's worth of power to save Feng Xiaoxiao—for nothing in return. What manner of devotion must one feel to go that far? Feng Tianlong asked himself whether he could have done it, and knew he could, for he was Xiaoxiao's father. The power of a father's love knows no bounds!

But what was Wei Zhao to her? Why would he do such a thing? Could it be only because Feng Xiaoxiao had been his girlfriend for a few days? Their bond could hardly have run so deep as to make him surrender so much without a qualm!

"I can recover—never mind me, you mustn't worry." Wei Zhao waved his hand. "Right now we need to think about Xiaoxiao. Why is it that what worked last time does not work now, when the situation is the same?"

Feng Tianlong and Tang Yun exchanged a helpless look. They knew they could offer Wei Zhao no help, so they ventured no rash judgments, and simply waited in silence for his next move.

Wei Zhao was beside himself with anxiety. It had plainly worked before and now it did not—what kind of reasoning was that? He could not puzzle it out, try as he might!

He touched Feng Xiaoxiao and probed for the spark of life within her, only to make a miserable discovery: he had no idea where his energy had gone, but there was certainly not the smallest trace of it inside her. His own boundless, illimitable energy—if it had truly been absorbed in full, it would surely have been enough to forge an Earth-tier, perhaps even a Heaven-tier, master. Yet Feng Xiaoxiao's body remained utterly empty!

It seemed he was helpless; all he could do was pick up the phone and ask for aid. Feng Tianlong had said before that he had taken Feng Xiaoxiao's mother to consult Old Master Wei, and that the old man could do nothing either. But years had passed since then, and who could say what remedy the old man might have found by now!

Or even if he had no cure, a sliver of hope—of repair, of prolonging her life—would be enough!

At this thought Wei Zhao picked up the phone. Without caring that Feng Tianlong and Tang Yun were watching, he dialed the old man's number directly.

"Pick up, pick up—what on earth are you doing, you old man?"

For the first time in his life, Wei Zhao found the old man unbearably slow!

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