"If he dies, how will His Majesty explain to the Demon Queen? Will he use your lives to explain?" Meng Qi roared in fury.

The demonic cultivators were beaten until they saw stars and their bodies ached, but they dared not offer any explanation or resistance.

They thought that the little brat had cultivation and should be quite resilient.

The Venerable One did not completely seal his cultivation, but left them with a few percent of spiritual power to protect themselves.

Even if he gets injured, he should be able to recover on his own.

The little brat had been lying still for the past two days, and they thought he was quietly recuperating.

Who knew that this little brat would have the idea of ​​self-destruction!

They didn't realize that the little brat almost died; it was indeed their negligence.

Meng Qi didn't have time to argue with them; the little brat's injuries were quite serious.

Spiritual practitioners have always avoided colluding with demons, with the exception of his almost monstrous master.

Only Your Majesty can save this brat.

Meng Qi hurriedly carried Ji Fenghua out of the secret passage and rushed into Shang Beiyu's residence: "Your Excellency, please save this child. They hit him too hard. This kid is stubbornly refusing to heal himself and is about to die."

Upon hearing this, Shang Beiyu raised an eyebrow with some interest, got up, and followed him to the long couch in the room.

After Meng Qi put Ji Fenghua down, he stepped back.

Shang Beiyu stood condescendingly beside the couch and reached out to check Ji Fenghua's pulse.

The child's body temperature was indeed very high. If he were just an ordinary child, he would probably have lost most of his life. However, for a cultivator, this temperature was not fatal, but it was quite threatening.

The serious problem was his internal injuries; the blood clots hadn't cleared and were even still oozing blood, causing his lower abdomen to swell slightly.

Just as Shang Beiyu touched Ji Fenghua, perhaps it was the unconverted demonic energy on Shang Beiyu's body that stimulated him.

He instinctively felt that the aura was cold and chilling, which filled him with fear and dislike. He struggled to avoid and resist, muttering indistinctly, "Get away... get away... Feng Xiao, Feng Xiao... Father... Mother... Sister, don't come..."

Upon hearing the words "Sister, don't come," a few cold glints suddenly flashed in Shang Beiyu's charming eyes.

Meng Qi sensed the killing intent emanating from the Venerable One, and his heart skipped a beat:

That brat deserves to die; even when he was unconscious, he still managed to run right into the Venerable One's blade.

But Shang Beiyu quickly suppressed the cold glint in his eyes and the murderous intent that rose within him. Before his little darling came to his side, these ordinary people could not die, especially now that his little darling was alone and close at hand, he did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Shang Beiyu helped Ji Fenghua up.

He flipped his hand and took out a spirit stone from his storage ring. He held it in his hand and pressed it against Ji Fenghua's back. He used his own demonic energy to agitate the spiritual energy in the spirit stone and force it into Ji Fenghua's body. Then, he used his powerful soul force to guide the spiritual energy through Ji Fenghua's meridians, clearing the blocked meridians, stopping the bleeding from her internal organs, and repairing her internal injuries.

Meng Qi watched from the side with great admiration.

You must understand that spirit stones are to demonic cultivators what burning coals are to mortals; if their true bodies touch them, they'll get blisters all over their hands!

A demonic cultivator who can directly save people with spirit stones—their master is truly unique in the demon realm.

Urging his spiritual power to the little guy's dantian, Shang Beiyu scanned the little guy's tender dantian with his divine sense.

There always needs to be someone to speak up for his little darling;

Otherwise, if he and his little darling occasionally quarrel in the future, there will be no one to mediate.