Deep within the bamboo forest lies a newly built, simple courtyard, surrounded by ferocious beasts, the strongest of all.

Ji Fengyao and her two servants got out of the carriage.

She turned to Hu Ji and said, "Go back to the military camp first and tell the Prince that Xi Que, Bai Lu, and I will be going back later."

"Alright, Your Highness, please be careful." Hu Ji didn't waste any time, agreed, and drove off.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The demon-faced creature slapped away the several demonic beasts guarding the entrance to the courtyard with its two paws, and wagged its tail obsequiously at Ji Fengyao, saying, "Mistress, please!"

Although the magpie couldn't understand what Ghostface was saying, it could see through Ghostface's obsequious and husky-like behavior and chuckled, "Sycophant!"

The ghost face didn't seem to mind at all.

He turned his back on his old man:

You little brat, what do you know?

Lao Tzu said, "Those who know when to yield are the wise ones!"

The thatched hut in the courtyard was simply furnished, with tables, chairs and beds made of bamboo. The room was filled with the fresh scent of bamboo.

An old man lay on the couch, barely breathing, emaciated, on the verge of death.

When Ji Fengyao found him in the dark cellar of the Di Kingdom's treasury, his whole body was covered with festering, pus-filled wounds, and the filth from head to toe had scabbed over.

It's clear that no one has taken care of him for a long time.

If she had arrived two days later, the old man would have already turned into a corpse.

Although Dikanlong concealed his true strength well, always appearing as a weakling, and possessing a mysterious stone that could hide his true cultivation level.

But Ji Fengyao felt that Di Kanlong was definitely not an ordinary person; he was very likely a demonic cultivator as well.

The fact that Dikanlong went to such great lengths to hide this person means he must have some secret!

Ji Fengyao performed another cleansing spell on the old man. Bailu took out a brocade handkerchief and covered the old man's hands before Ji Fengyao reached out to take his pulse.

After a long while, Ji Fengyao finally withdrew her hand.

Seeing her delicate brows furrow slightly, Xique asked, "What's wrong, Miss? Is there no way to save her?"

“His body is too weak. His meridians are almost dried up, as fragile as paper. He can’t even withstand the invasion and impact of spiritual energy, nor can he withstand the stimulation of medicinal soup.” Ji Fengyao frowned slightly.

Bai Lu frowned and said, "If medicine is ineffective, then isn't he doomed?"

Ji Fengyao's eyes were resolute, and she exuded domineering aura as she said, "Even if the King of Hell decrees that anyone hidden in Black Purgatory will die immediately, I will still snatch the secrets that Black Purgatory wants from his mouth!"

That's all.

Ji Fengyao made a strange hand seal with both hands and repeatedly pushed and pressed it against the old man's chest. Then she took a low-grade spirit stone and placed it on the old man's chest.

After doing all this, Ji Fengyao's forehead was slightly covered with a layer of fine, glistening sweat.

Xi Que looked on with a pang of heartache: "Miss, don't you know how to search souls? Since he's going to die anyway, you can just search his soul directly. Why go through all this trouble to save his life?"

"The person whose soul is searched suffers direct damage to their soul. In some cases, the soul will even dissipate. This is extremely immoral. We do not know whether they are good or evil, so we cannot treat human life so lightly," Ji Fengyao earnestly instructed Xi Que.

The magpie and the white dew nodded repeatedly.

Ji Fengyao often subtly taught them in daily life, and they benefited greatly from it, developing a more correct sense of right and wrong.

Since the old man wouldn't wake up anytime soon, Ji Fengyao and her two servants decided to return to the military camp first.

When Bai Lu was tidying up the old man's clothes and bedding, she suddenly noticed a faint green light flashing under the old man's clothes.