She used only three slender fingertips to pinch his wrist, with her index and middle fingers precisely pinching his wrist pulse.

It was clearly a very serious pulse diagnosis, without a trace of ambiguity.

So the fleeting romantic thought that had just surfaced in Qian Youying's heart quickly faded away, and she said in a weak voice, "Miss, there's no need to look. My body is fine; it's that immortal heart that's causing the problem."

Ji Fengyao, upon hearing the "Heart of the Immortal," released her grip, then instantly realized: "It's beating again?"

"Yes, it was beating so hard it felt like my mind and eardrums were about to collapse." Qian Youying's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her narrow fox-like eyes were filled with tears and pain. She looked like a pitiful and beautiful patient.

"Don't resist, let me see." Ji Fengyao moved closer to him, stared intently at his brow, and then closed her eyes.

A faint divine sense emanated from between her brows, slowly probing towards his brow.

Qian Youying felt somewhat uncomfortable, after all, a cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness is like a human heart.

There is a great deal of trust between cultivators, even among relatives and friends.

They are also unlikely to expose their vulnerabilities to the other party without reservation.

But looking at the little female bandit's delicate, beautiful, calm, and kind chubby face, and seemingly able to smell the warmth and fragrance of her skin, Qian Youying's heart involuntarily pounded twice, and he slowly closed his fan-like eyelids.

Ji Fengyao's consciousness entered Qian Youying's sea of ​​consciousness through the space between his eyebrows.

His sea of ​​consciousness is slightly larger than that of a normal cultivator.

However, it was far less expansive than the sea of ​​consciousness of the Ji family members and Shang Xiye, and it was not even half the size of the Black Owl's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Fengyao then realized that the physique of the Ji family members was indeed unusually abnormal.

But what about Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao?

They were not members of the Ji family, but their mental state and physical attributes were astonishingly good.

These questions flashed through the young bandit's mind, but she didn't have time to delve into them now.

Qian Youying was not lying; his mind was in turmoil, as if a category 8 typhoon was raging.

Moreover, his eardrums were being violently vibrated by a frequency that was difficult for ordinary people to hear, and they were nearing their limit, in danger of being ruptured or even shattered at any moment.

In this situation, he still dared to be distracted to check on her, which shows that he had no intention of harming her whatsoever.

He genuinely cared about her and was worried about her safety, which is why he disregarded his own safety.

"Do you trust me?" Ji Fengyao withdrew her consciousness from his sea of ​​consciousness, opened her eyes and stared at him intently, asking softly.

Qian Youying opened her eyes upon hearing the sound, met her clear and bright phoenix eyes, smiled gently, and nodded: "I believe you."

"Alright, then you shall now swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, to be loyal to me for life and never betray me, or your soul will be immediately obliterated by the Heavenly Dao." Ji Fengyao stared at him intently, her voice soft yet cold: "Otherwise, if that heartbeat continues for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, your eardrums will shatter, and after about half a cup of tea, your sea of ​​consciousness will also shatter. If your soul does not leave your body, I will be powerless to help you."

Qian Youying's scarlet fox eyes widened slightly as she heard the phrase "soul leaving the body."

"Yes, you should also know that a normal cultivator's soul cannot leave the body. For your soul to leave the body safely and return safely, some special methods must be used. That will involve my secrets. Therefore, you must be completely loyal to me and become my person," Ji Fengyao said frankly.