Ma Chengrao was so cold that he didn't have time to care whether the dog food was choking him or not.

He shakily dismounted, gathered some kindling, and started a fire, making the campfire blaze brightly. Even the horse beside him couldn't resist taking a couple of steps forward to warm itself by the fire.

Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming, Hei Xiao, and Wanqi Kafu also dismounted and surrounded them.

"Yao'er, what do you want to do? Should we take firewood and go directly to block their nest entrance?" Ji Fengming asked excitedly.

It was as if he would immediately grab the firewood and rush forward as soon as Ji Fengyao said "yes".

Ji Fengyao waved her hand and set up an isolation array around everyone before speaking, "Why be so rough? We bandits need to be strategic!"

"What strategy is there for setting a fire? It's just like smoking out rats, just block the hole and smoke them out," Ji Fengming said casually.

"I'm afraid you'll be surrounded before you even reach the entrance to someone else's lair. You even brought your own firewood, so if someone wants to roast you, they won't need to find any more firewood," Ma Chengrao retorted, his mind sharpening as he warmed up from the heat.

"What else can we do?" Ji Fengming rolled his eyes at Ma Chengrao and said in a roguish tone, "We can't turn invisible, how can we possibly sneak in?"

"No need for all that trouble. Once the wind stops, we can just light a campfire at the foot of the mountain, set up camp, eat our fill, and sleep well," Ji Fengyao said with a smile, gently rubbing her chubby little hands against the fire.

Everyone else was puzzled upon hearing this.

Ji Fengyao, with her fair and chubby face, smiled adorably: "Your Highness, do you still remember how Aunt Sun, who served the Empress Dowager, died?"

“Aunt Sun…” Shang Xiye thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: “Blood Cicada?”

"Hmm!" Ji Fengyao tilted her head cutely and playfully, blinking her eyes mischievously as she said, "Before we set off for the Kingdom of Gara, I had nothing to do, so I tinkered with a lot of good things, including an enhanced version of the Blood Cicada's Bewitching Technique; whether it's a human, a demon, or a cultivator, as long as they are affected by the enhanced Blood Cicada's Bewitching Technique, even with the antidote, they definitely won't wake up for two hours!"

“Even if the wind stops, the airflow from the foot of the mountain will probably have difficulty reaching the top, let alone allowing the medicinal properties to seep into the enemy's lair, which we don't even know the location of,” Ma Chengrao said, puzzled.

“If Yao Yao says it’s feasible, then it definitely is,” Shang Xiye interrupted Ma Chengrao’s doubts decisively, with an air of “I will make it feasible even if it doesn’t work,” brooking no argument.

Ma Chengrao: "..."

Was it just his imagination? Did the Ninth Prince seem more terrifying than the young master of the East Dragon Gate?

Could it be that the rumors from the imperial court were not just boasting, but that a prince was not a spoiled brat, but a person with real abilities?

After warming themselves up by the fire, the group set off again, continuing until they reached the edge of the snow-capped mountains.

Then everyone stopped again.

Ma Chengrao stared in disbelief as Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao conjured firewood, tents, blankets, and other items out of thin air to set up the tent.

Ji Fengyao then "conjured" a simple stove, pots and pans, and ingredients to prepare a meal.

Wanqikafu calmly assisted Ji Fengyao, boiling snow water, washing rice and vegetables.

Shang Xiye exuded the air of a leader, circling the new camp like an inspector on patrol.

Ma Chengrao came to his senses and secretly felt contempt:

A playboy is a playboy.

Lacking physical labor and unable to distinguish between the five grains

He actually thinks spoiled brats are scary? Bah!