Because they no longer use true qi to temper their bodies, qi cultivators cultivate much faster than martial artists, making their progress incredibly rapid.

Because they focus on improving their aptitude and cultivating their true qi, qi cultivators are more adept at controlling their true qi, and thus become more skilled in alchemy, weapon crafting, and talisman making.

This has both advantages and disadvantages.

The old man was clearly a low-level Qi cultivator.

He finally managed to join the Qi Cultivation Association of the Hongtian Empire and become a member. His purpose in joining the Qi Cultivation Association and going to the capital was to cure his daughter Xiaotong's illness.

His daughter's illness is called dissociative disorder, a condition in which the body gradually decays. The only treatment for this condition is to suppress it with spiritual energy.

However, joining the Qi Cultivation Association and going to the capital did not improve his daughter's condition, but the old man clearly had his own ideas.

He took his daughter Xiaotong and left the Qi Cultivation Association and the capital city, where they went into seclusion in this dense forest near Luoyun City. There, he developed a formation that connected multiple spirit-gathering arrays together.

The notebook contained the diagram of this formation, and Ye Feng's eyes lit up after reading it.

It has to be said that this old man is really full of ideas. Even Ye Feng thought the net-like spirit-gathering array he researched was very ingenious.

If nothing unexpected happens, the old man might actually be able to cure his daughter Xiaotong's illness using the net-like spirit-gathering array.

But the unexpected still happened.

The Crimson-Tailed Beast suddenly appeared and attacked Luo Yun City, and the old man who lived in seclusion near Luo Yun City was also implicated.

Many Crimson-tailed Beasts broke into the net-like spirit-gathering array he had constructed, and the damage to the array caused extremely violent fluctuations in true energy.

As a result, his daughter Xiaotong died, and he went insane.

"Grandpa, that old man was really pitiful, that's why I..."

Luo Xiaotong said with her head down, her expression full of pity.

Even the usually boisterous Zijing was in no mood for jokes at this moment, and said with a serious expression, "She is indeed a person worthy of sympathy."

“But you can’t stay here forever,” Night Wind said.

"I'll cook him a meal before I leave," Luo Xiaotong said.

Ye Feng looked at Luo Xiaotong and said, "This is for the best. Consider it his last..."

At this point, the night breeze stopped.

Luo Xiaotong, unsuspecting, busied herself in the kitchen.

Zijing lowered her voice and asked, "What was the last part? Why did you stop halfway through your sentence?"

"Didn't you notice?" Night Wind retorted.

"What did you find?" Zijing was even more puzzled.

Ye Feng said, "That old man was seriously injured. He only survived because of his strong will. But he can't hold on for long; he'll soon collapse."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Zi Jing was immediately startled.

Ye Feng continued, "Thinking about it, it makes sense. The Crimson-Tailed Beasts aren't low-level demonic beasts, while that old man was just a low-level Qi cultivator. It's already quite remarkable that he was able to deal with those few Crimson-Tailed Beasts; how could he possibly be unharmed? It's normal that he was injured by the Crimson-Tailed Beasts."

"Can't you save him? You are the patriarch of the Luo family, you should..."

Before Zijing could finish speaking, Yefeng shook his head.

Actually, the night breeze could save that old man.

But what's the use of saving them?

The old man's emotional support was his daughter, but his real daughter had already died.

He's just escaping reality right now, treating Luo Xiaotong, who stumbled upon this place by chance, as his daughter.

As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a broken heart; that old man had lost all will to live.

Half an hour passed, and Luo Xiaotong finally finished preparing lunch.

"Dad, eat quickly, eat it while it's hot."

Luo Xiaotong placed the chopsticks into the old man's hand and said.

The old man nodded repeatedly and said "good" several times.

Watching the old man enjoy his last meal with a loving expression on his face, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh.

When lunch was over, the old man suddenly started coughing violently, and his whole body was trembling. Blood mist even burst out from his body.

His injuries could no longer be suppressed and have now finally erupted completely.

Luo Xiaotong was stunned by the change in front of her, so Ye Feng pulled her into his arms and covered her eyes.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Night Wind asked.

The old man shook his head, a bitter smile on his face: "My life has probably just been a joke."

“No, actually you are a great person, at least you are a great father,” Ye Feng said very seriously.

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the old man's face revealed a satisfied expression.

"Send me on my way, don't let me suffer any longer," the old man said.

Ye Feng then raised his hand and waved it, and blazing white flames immediately emanated from his palm, engulfing not only the old man but also setting the entire house ablaze.

Although surrounded by flames, the dazzling heavenly fire around Ye Feng could not get close to him at all.

“We should leave here,” Night Wind said.

Zijing nodded repeatedly.

Night Wind led Zijing and Luo Xiaotong away from here and returned the way they came, soon arriving at the temporary camp where Luo Lin and Luo Qing were.

Seeing Ye Feng return safely and bring back the missing Luo Xiaotong, Luo Lin and Luo Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa, you're finally back! That's wonderful!" Rowling said with emotion.

Luo Qing ran over, grabbed Luo Xiaotong's hand, and scolded her, "Where did you run off to, you brat? Do you know how worried everyone was about you?"

"I'm sorry, Miss," Luo Xiaotong said weakly.

"You can't do that again next time, okay?"

Luo Qing said, and pinched Luo Xiaotong's chubby cheeks.

Seeing this scene before him, Ye Feng felt genuinely satisfied.

Rowling and Luo Qing are not the kind of people who treat their servants like dirt, nor do they have the airs of superiors, which is undoubtedly very good.

"It's almost dawn, so you should all rest now. We'll continue our journey to Jiangxia City after daybreak," Ye Feng said.

“Yes, Ancestor.” Rowling nodded vigorously.

After a day and a night of trekking, Ye Feng and his companions finally crossed vast wilderness and dense forests and arrived at Jiangxia City.

Jiang Zhengzhong, the city lord of Jiangxia City and head of the Jiang family, personally received Ye Feng and Luo Lin and Luo Qing.

Moreover, Zijing was sitting right next to Yefeng at that moment.

Zijing, the female thief, furtively surveyed everything in the exquisitely decorated reception room, as if she were assessing the paintings and porcelain there, preparing to steal one or two pieces and run away at any moment.

"Ancestor, is it really appropriate to leave this guy here?" Luo Lin glanced at Zi Jing and said quietly.

"What's wrong? Do you think I'm embarrassing you?" Zijing exclaimed.