As if it felt that his presence here had offended its eyes, another gust of wind came, and the fat pig's carcass turned to ashes, leaving not even a speck of dust in the world.

A dozen soldiers stared wide-eyed in horror at what they saw; their head, a living person, had vanished before their very eyes.

Crackling sounds!

A pile of weapons were left on the ground, and some soldiers' legs went weak with fear.

"My lord, we were wrong! Please don't kill us."

"Sir, we're just guarding the cells; we haven't killed a single person..."

A group of people knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but Ji Jiuying watched it all coldly, "Too late!"

A cold glint flashed, and more than a dozen soldiers fell to the ground. Judging from the fierce look in their eyes, they were not innocent at all.

The two quickly entered the cell, which was pitch black except for a few dim oil lamps. A strong stench of blood filled the air. Ji Jiuying frowned and slowly walked forward; it seemed the city lord and his soldiers were in bad shape.

The sight before her made her pupils shrink. All she could see were corpses and severed limbs. From the tattered cloth, she could tell that these were Garan's soldiers.

Painful groans echoed from deep within the cell; Ji Jiuying knew they were symptoms of poisoning.

Looking around, I saw a person on a cross, their life hanging in the balance. Their hair was disheveled, their face was covered in blood and gore, and their body was covered in gruesome wounds that made it impossible to recognize them.

Ji Jiuying quietly approached. The person on the cross trembled slightly, and his lips opened and closed intermittently as if he wanted to say something.

“The Western Jin Dynasty…dog…thief, this city lord…is…will not betray Jialan.”

"Are you the city lord of Fengyue City?"

A pleasant female voice entered his ears. The man seemed surprised that the person who came was not a soldier from the Western Jin Dynasty. He raised his head slightly and a pretty woman came into view.

"Who are you?"

Ji Jiuying confirmed that he was indeed the city lord of Fengyue City, and stepped forward to say, "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I'm here to help you."

Help him? Could he be one of the Third Prince's men?

Crackling sounds!

The chains binding the man shattered instantly, and the man fell to the ground.

Ji Jiuying took out a large cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage, but the man couldn't lift it at all, so Ji Jiuying had no choice but to release the Black Fragrant Feather.

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes as he saw the person who suddenly appeared.

"Hey! Little girl, you're not going to leave this half-dead person here for me to kill, are you?"

Hei Xiangling looked at the blood-soaked figure in front of her with disgust and said.

"Who told you he was going to kill someone? Quickly help him up and feed him this bowl of water," Ji Jiuying said.

Hei Xiangling's eyes widened immediately. "What? You summoned me here so that I, the Holy Venerable, would personally feed this mortal? What is my status...?"

"Stop! If you really don't want to, I won't force you. Of course, I don't want to make a contract with a useless person either."

Ji Jiuying said with a helpless expression.

"You! You're threatening this Holy One!"

Hei Xiangling was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth. How could this brat be so infuriating? She felt like she had fallen into a wolf's den.

No~

Ji Jiuying chuckled, and Gong Mingyue's lips curled up slightly. He had a feeling that this Kunpeng would definitely be tamed by Jiu'er in the future.

Hei Xiangling tried her best to calm herself down. She endured, she endured! It was only a hundred years, she could wait. After a hundred years, she would definitely dig up her grave.

Taking a deep breath, he disdainfully helped the man up, the rough action causing the man to groan in pain.

"Be gentle, or you'll kill the person you're trying to help." Ji Jiuying looked at her helplessly.

Hei Xiangling then gently brought the bowl of spiritual spring water to the man's lips. The man didn't know what it was, but he still drank it, after all, he was in this state.

After feeding him, Hei Xiangling let go and threw the man to the ground. The man groaned in pain a few more times.

Lord of Fengyue City: Who did he offend? Why don't we just kill him?

"you!"

Ji Jiuying was speechless at her actions, while Hei Xiangling awkwardly touched her nose, "This Holy Venerable... forgot!"

Under the influence of the spiritual spring water, the man's wounds slowly healed and scabbed over, and he was soon able to sit up on his own. He suddenly became very curious about what the water the woman had given him was, but he knew that these were things he shouldn't know.

Before the man could speak, Ji Jiuying placed several bottles of pills in his hands, saying, "Take one pill from each bottle."

Without hesitation, the man moved slowly and methodically, his injuries not yet fully healed, and even carried a hint of...elegance.

After a short while, the man's physical strength and spiritual power gradually recovered, and he used magic to restore himself to his original appearance.

Ji Jiuying raised an eyebrow. She had thought the city lord was a middle-aged man, but he turned out to be a gentle and refined young man.

"I am Feng Yu, the city lord of Fengyue City. Thank you for saving me, young lady."

Feng Yu cupped his hands in thanks to Ji Jiuying, then looked at Hei Xiangling behind him and said, "Thank you as well, young lady."

Hei Xiangling's expression instantly became somewhat awkward. She quickly waved her hand and forced an uneasy smile, "It's my duty... it's my duty."

Ji Jiuying chuckled, "Lord Feng, don't mind her, Hei Xiangling didn't do it on purpose."

"It's alright." Feng Yu chuckled.

"Let's go, let's go and help those soldiers detoxify first."

After Ji Jiuying finished speaking, she took Gong Mingyue's hand and walked deeper into the prison.

Feng Yu stared at the two intimate figures, his eyes flickering slightly. Who exactly were they? The man gave off a suffocating feeling, and looking at Hei Xiangling in her black attire, where did this woman just appear from? Feng Yu seemed to have many questions in his mind.

Feng Yu followed behind at a leisurely pace, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at the mutilated corpses on the ground. These soldiers were all men he had personally trained, yet now they had met such an end. Feng Yu's heart sank to the bottom. He closed his eyes in anguish, suppressing his anger, and walked forward without saying a word.

Ji Jiuying stopped and looked at the soldiers in the large prison.

The conscious soldiers in the prison also spotted Ji Jiuying and her group, including their city lord Feng Yu, and quickly climbed to the prison bars.

"Lord City Lord! How are you?"

"Lord City Lord, who are they?"

"Lord City Lord, have people from the court come to rescue us?" some soldiers asked, looking at the group of noble-looking people.

Looking at the soldiers in the cell, some groaning in pain, some fainting from the pain, and some committing suicide because they couldn't bear the pain, Feng Yu choked up and said, "Yes, they are here to save us. You must hold on."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the prison burst into tears. They knew that the imperial court would definitely come to their rescue, and once they were out, they would surely slaughter those Western Jin traitors without leaving a single one alive.