Even with the help of the little fairy boy, she was still busy every day, working from morning till night.

But if the kids have good hygiene habits, she won't have to do everything herself.

The task of tallying the pets' food rations was originally intended for Luo Haiqing.

Taking them in means having another mouth to feed; they can't just sit around doing nothing.

However, when Zhao Xi and the little fairy boy arrived at the side room after Zhao Xi had planned the layout of the beasts and spiritual plants on the new mountain, Luo Haiqing was already unconscious.

Was he on his deathbed?

Zhao Xi tried to do what she had seen in TV dramas: she opened his eyelids to look at his eyeballs, checked his pulse, pinched his philtrum, and tried everything she could think of except for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but the old man still didn't wake up.

Not only did he not wake up, he looked even worse than before.

The little fairy boy couldn't treat mortals, so he brought Lin Che over.

Lin Che stood by the bed, flicked a drop of water onto Luo Haiqing's withered face, and diagnosed, "His spiritual root wasn't completely severed. I don't know if his disciple showed mercy or deliberately made him suffer for the rest of his life."

Zhao Xi wondered, "How should I put it?"

Lin Che: "Your spiritual root is still there, but your cultivation is on the verge of dissipation and you can't control it. The gradually dissipating spiritual energy will erode your physical body. If you don't get treatment in time, you will eventually die in agony."

Zhao Xi thought, "This old man must have done something evil to deserve such retaliation."

"Then why not send him on his way? Accumulating resentment is bad for feng shui."

Lin Che raised his hand and summoned a splash of water, probably intending to suffocate the old man.