"Originally, I wanted to beat you to death, but since you've said that," Ji Fengyao pretended to be in a difficult position, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "Well, I'll give you face and spare your life for now, you lowly servant. I'll just break your two arms and two legs, and I promise you won't be able to climb around recklessly while I'm here."

"You! You're asking for it!"

Song Huiru was so angry that her face turned liver-colored, and she raised her hand and lashed out with a whip.

The fiery red whip looked very soft, but when infused with spiritual power and swung, it emitted a slight crackling sound, demonstrating its extraordinary power.

If an ordinary martial artist were to face this whip, even if they were not seriously injured, they would still be badly injured.

However, this whip was not enough to harm Ji Fengyao, who was at the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering stage.

Ji Fengyao's fair and slender right hand casually grasped the whip tip, raised it to examine the material of the whip, and nodded, saying, "Hmm, a low-grade pseudo-spiritual weapon forged from the spiritual root bone of a third-tier fire-type demon beast. It's considered one of the best things in this world. It's better than the one Xique just made. It's perfect to give to Xique. I thank you on Xique's behalf."

As she spoke, Ji Fengyao exerted a little force, and the whip that Song Huiru was holding tightly flew backward and was snatched away by her.

Song Huiru: "..."

Wow, is there such a big difference in strength between different ranks in the cultivation world?

She was about to break through to the second stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, and she even had the support of a spiritual artifact, yet she was instantly killed?!

Ji Fengyao put Song Huiru's whip into her storage ring, clapped her hands, and slowly walked towards Song Huiru: "I've given you a chance to make a move. Now it's my turn. Let me think, should I break your arm first, or your leg first?"

Song Huiru noticed that Ji Fengyao was looking at her arms and legs with a serious gaze, a look that was both innocent and naive yet carried a cruelty that made her shudder upon closer inspection.

She was scared!

But compared to begging for mercy from these crude bandits, she held back and did not kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

“This is His Excellency’s territory. I am someone His Excellency values. If you harm me here, you will be in deep trouble,” Song Huiru said defiantly, suppressing the tremor in her voice.

"With your IQ, you think you can survive in the cultivation world? You'll be dead in a heartbeat without even knowing how you died." A fierce glint flashed in Ji Fengyao's phoenix eyes. She took a quick step forward and pressed her right hand down hard on Song Huiru's left shoulder.

Song Huiru felt as if a mountain of weight was being placed on her shoulders. She had no ability to resist at all and was directly pressed to the ground. Her left shoulder joint made a crisp "crack" sound, and her arm hung limply at her side, unable to be lifted.

Only then did a piercing pain reach my mind.

"Ah!" Song Huiru screamed, looking up at Ji Fengyao beside her angrily: "You vulgar bandit, you really dare to lay a hand on me? Believe me or not, I'll have the Venerable One kill you!"

"I don't believe you." Seeing that she showed no remorse or willingness to give up, Ji Fengyao waved her hand and dislocated her right hand again, then kicked her to the ground and stepped on her leg: "Do you know what an alchemist is? A walking money bag, a first aid kit, and a life-saving pill. In the cultivation world, even among the great immortal sects and aristocratic families, I have never seen anyone willing to kill an alchemist who is willing to submit."

As Ji Fengyao spoke, she swiftly and decisively dislocated Song Huiru's legs with two kicks, and looked down at her, saying, "So, don't mess with me. Your dog's life is worthless, and it's pointless for me to kill you!"

The excruciating pain in her joints caused Song Huiru to scream repeatedly, trembling with fear.