Bai Ling's back was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat the size of mung beans slid down her fair face, but she dared not move an inch, concentrating on removing the needle.

Bai Ling expended a great deal of spiritual and mental energy, risking the destruction of her soul, all to remove the Soul-Locking Needle from this girl she had never met before. In reality, Bai Ling had ulterior motives, especially after learning that this girl was a member of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace.

The more favors the Nine Heavens Divine Palace owes to her Yaochi Palace, the more beneficial it will be for her Yaochi Palace. If Yaochi is ever in trouble, she will have a good excuse.

At this moment, Bai Ling was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded, clenching her teeth and pressing her lips tightly together; she was just a hair's breadth away from victory.

A metallic sweetness welled up deep in her throat, which she forcefully suppressed.

Whoosh!

A very thin black needle, enveloped in black mist, floated in mid-air. Bai Ling quickly sat down on the ground to meditate and recover, with Yu Bugui helping her from behind.

The pain deep in her soul made Ji Jiuying roar, her eyes widened, and she spat out a mouthful of blood before falling from mid-air.

Feng Che's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to catch her. "Jiu'er, how are you? Don't scare your uncle."

"Miss!"

"Xiao Jiu".

"You brat."

Those outside the door turned pale upon hearing Ji Jiuying's screams and rushed to the barrier. They had no idea what was happening inside, and despite their deep concern, they held back their anxiety.

He looked nervously into the barrier.

Ji Jiuying struggled to open her eyes and weakly asked, "Second Uncle, what...what happened?"

Ji Jiuying had no recollection of what had happened; all she knew was that her head was throbbing terribly.

"Jiu'er, just bear with it a little longer. Your soul is injured. Once Bai Ling God Venerable has recovered, he will help you heal your soul wound."

Ji Jiuying frowned. What was her second uncle talking about? A wound to the soul? She closed her eyes and sensed it. Her soul was indeed wounded, as if it had been torn apart. But why did she have no memory of it at all?

I glanced at Bai Ling, who was recovering. Who was she?

The woman's spiritual and mental energy were exhausted. By the time she woke up, she would probably be in excruciating pain. With a slight change in expression, she pulled Feng Che into the space.

Bai Ling and Yu Bugui, who were meditating, frowned slightly.

Feng Che put Ji Jiuying down. This was his second time entering this space, but he had no interest in checking it out.

"Jiu'er... what are you doing?"

"Second Uncle, I can repair my soul myself, so I won't trouble others. I can't wait..."

Ji Jiuying said weakly.

Feng Che finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was so concerned that he completely forgot that Jiu'er could cultivate soul techniques. Since she could cultivate soul techniques, soul repair was naturally a piece of cake.

Several small beasts surrounded her, but Little Phoenix was missing. Ji Jiuying used her remaining soul power to release Little Phoenix from her spiritual sea.

"Mother, how are you?" Little Phoenix stepped forward with concern, her eyes glistening with tears.

Because Ji Jiuying initially shielded the space, the little beasts had no idea what was happening outside. However, the evil fire could sense that her soul was injured, and Ling Xiao and Xuan Ming also transformed into human form, indicating that she seemed to be in bad shape.

Little Phoenix, inside Ji Jiuying's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, could see everything happening outside clearly.

Ji Jiuying was about to speak, but Feng Che spoke first, "Little Huang'er, your mother needs to repair her soul right now. Can we ask her any questions later?"

Xiao Huang'er nodded, and seeing Ji Jiuying's distressed appearance, she could no longer hold back her tears.

Ji Jiuying sat cross-legged on the couch, channeling her spiritual energy to continuously cultivate the fourth level of the Divine Control Technique: Soul Technique.

Several people silently stayed by her side.

She gradually repaired her torn soul, and the missing fragments of memories in her mind returned. Ji Jiuying frowned.

The moonlight gradually dimmed, thick, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the earth became gloomy, casting a heavy shadow over Kyoto.

Swish!

Bai Ling and Yu Bugui opened their eyes at the same time, their cold gazes sweeping over their surroundings. The barrier was still intact.

Where did they go?

Yu Bugui's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to speak when Ji Jiuying and Feng Che appeared in the room at the same time. The two looked at the two who had suddenly disappeared and then suddenly reappeared with a puzzled expression.

Bai Ling discovered that her soul had been repaired. Who helped her repair it? Where did she go during her disappearance?

Ji Jiuying's gaze fell on Bai Ling. She stepped forward, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and bowed slightly. "Ji Jiuying thanks Bai Ling, the Divine Lord, for saving my life."

He then cupped his hands in thanks to Yu Bugui, saying, "Thank you, Master."

As her soul was repaired, her missing memories returned. Although she was in a puppet state at the time, she was still fully aware of what was happening in the outside world.

Bai Ling glanced admiringly at the girl before her. Her clear, bright eyes and exquisite features made her look stunningly beautiful at only fourteen years old. No wonder that person was moved.

When she heard her call Yu Bugui "Master," a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. She turned around and looked at Yu Bugui, "Lord Guixu, is this your disciple?"

Yu Bugui proudly raised his head, "That is my only disciple, Bai Ling Divine Lord, you better not make a move on her."

Ji Jiuying chuckled.

Bai Ling glared at him irritably, then turned to Ji Jiuying, "Girl, can you tell me who helped you repair your soul?"

Ji Jiuying glanced at Feng Che, who nodded slightly before speaking, "Bai Ling God Venerable, I repaired it myself."

"You yourself?" Bai Ling asked doubtfully, clearly not believing Ji Jiuying's words.

"Bai Ling, it was indeed Xiao Jiu who repaired it herself," Feng Che said to Bai Ling with a serious expression.

Bai Ling remained silent. She had never heard of anyone being able to repair their own soul. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she stared at Ji Jiuying in disbelief. Could it be... that she had cultivated a soul technique?

Ji Jiuying smiled meaningfully, which further confirmed Bai Ling's suspicions. This girl was far more surprising than she had imagined.

In the Feng family, only Feng Che and Feng Wu are as clear-headed as they are.

The barrier disappeared, and the door opened from the inside.

A figure in red appeared at the doorway.

Everyone rushed forward, and seeing Ji Jiuying's clear eyes, they wept with joy.

"Miss, you're finally all better."

"Xiao Jiu, thank goodness you're alright."

"Little Nine..."

Looking at all the people outside who cared about her, Ji Jiuying felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, "I'm fine now, I'm sorry to have worried everyone."

"Hmph, that brat is really ruthless. Look at my arm, there are still marks from being strangled by the Immortal-Binding Rope."

Hei Xiangling said resentfully, and Ji Jiuying blushed, "I'm sorry, beautiful Xiangling sister."

"No, you have to pay me back for ten meals of barbecue and that hot pot."