After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran was already adept at Gu techniques; two days would be enough.

The silver crane provided enough medicinal herbs, which could be used to feed the Gu worms.

After being tempered by the Gu worms, Jia Mu's body turned pale white, and her skin even became somewhat transparent, as if she were covered with a thin layer of glass. Silver threads were spread all over her skin, all caused by the Gu worms pulling her blood through her body to maintain her fragile vitality.

Fang Xiaoran used the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, a method that is not passed down to outsiders, and ordinary members of the Yan clan may not be able to come into contact with it.

This method can better mobilize the power of the Gu worms. Although it also has drawbacks, it can greatly enhance their vitality.

Soon, Jia Mu's complexion became slightly rosy, and as the silver threads under her skin slowly moved, she also had faint breathing and a heartbeat.

But this does not mean she is still alive. Strictly speaking, Fang Xiaoran doesn't even know if the current Jia Mu is still the same person she was before.

Two days passed quickly. As the room was filled with incense and a ray of sunlight shone in from the window, Fang Xiaoran stood up, walked to the bedside to check on Jia Mu's condition again, and only after confirming that everything was alright did she open the door.

Although Yinhe did not come in, he stayed outside without leaving for a moment, which shows how much he cared about Jiamu.

Why was the woman he cared so deeply about so badly injured?

Fang Xiaoran didn't feel comfortable asking what exactly happened, since she and Yinhe weren't that familiar with each other yet.

Seeing her come out, Yinhe looked at her with some excitement, but also with some worry. He was unsure if Fang Xiaoran would succeed and was afraid that something unexpected might happen.

Fang Xiaoran did not speak, but simply stepped aside.

Yinhe understood and immediately walked quickly towards the room. However, when he reached the bedside, he slowed down, seemingly intentionally making his steps lighter, afraid of waking the sleeping person.

Even though Jiamu wouldn't wake up, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

At this moment, Jiamu was lying on the bed, breathing steadily. Seeing the slight rise and fall of her chest, Yinhe was extremely excited and his eyes instantly reddened. He subconsciously reached out to touch Jiamu's face, but as soon as his fingertips touched Jiamu's skin, he pulled back as if he had been electrocuted.

After a long silence, he swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "I will act according to the agreement, but whether we succeed depends on you, not me. Perhaps he doesn't want you to save him."

Fang Xiaoran was taken aback by these words, but she quickly shook her head. "Even so, I still have to go and save him."

Having witnessed her master's condition, how could she bear not to save him?

"No wonder he took you as his apprentice," Silver Crane said calmly.

A few days later, Jiuyuan had fully recovered and was no longer suffering from the Gu poison. All he needed to do now was wait for the day he could enter the Netherworld Path.

Fang Xiaoran has been focusing all her attention on the matter of the Netherworld Path during this time. In order to rescue her master, she cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Fang Xiaoran didn't plan to ask Young Master Mei about Jiamu's matter. His mental state was very unstable at the moment, and it was hard to say whether he would be stimulated if he knew. Just in case, she planned to finish what she was doing first and then consider it.

During this time, she also specifically learned about the so-called Netherworld Path.

According to Gu Yuqing, the Netherworld Path is full of traps, secret passages, and mazes, and there are even guardians. Most of these guardians are death row inmates, but there are also those who have been sold into the dark alleys. They must stop intruders. Once someone enters through their hands, that person will be punished. The more people they stop, the more rewards they will receive.

No one knows exactly how many levels the Netherworld Path has. All that is known is that it is a trial ground. Those who can pass the fifty levels can make a request to the Lord of the Dark Alley. As a result, countless envious people come here to try their luck. Even if you can't pass the fifty levels, the treasures on each level are enough to make people drool, making it worth the risk.

However, good things naturally come with risks, and very few people actually manage to leave the Netherworld Path alive. Most either die by the sword of the guardians or get lost in the ever-changing mazes, turning into withered bones.

Moreover, it is said that the Netherworld Path is filled with strange poisonous insects and snakes. If one is unlucky and goes to the wrong passage or is sent there by a secret passage, there is almost no chance of survival.

Each time the Netherworld Trial begins, the Dark Alley allows people to place bets on which challengers will survive and which level they will reach.

In no time, betting sites sprang up outside the Netherworld, with gamblers placing bets like crazy, some even going bankrupt just to gamble on a chance to get rich quick.

Ironically, the remains of those who died in the Netherworld were left uncollected, instead becoming "landmarks" for the next batch of challengers. Dried bloodstains, broken weapons, and even stark white bones became markers for later travelers to judge danger.

Over time, some passages in the Netherworld were filled with corpses, creating new paths that exuded an aura of decay and death.

Therefore, those who participate in the trial not only need to have a strong physique and superb martial arts skills, but also need amazing courage; otherwise, they may not be able to move an inch even when they arrive at the entrance.

Gu Yuqing told her everything he knew without reservation, firstly to prepare her, and secondly to prevent her from taking any risks.

Knowing what he meant, Fang Xiaoran did not listen, but said firmly, "I am prepared and I am not afraid of any danger. Thank you for letting me know."

She thanked him, but Gu Yuqing frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased. "If you really want to thank me, then let me make a fortune, just like last time."

Last time? Fang Xiaoran glanced at him suspiciously, then suddenly realized that last time when everyone bet on Fang Xiaoran to win, he was the only one who bet on her to lose, and as a result, he made a fortune, making others envious.

It seems he's going to get involved again this time, but I wonder if he's betting on whether she'll make it to the end or give up halfway.

Fang Xiaoran narrowed her eyes, looking at Gu Yuqing with a strange expression, and asked curiously, "So you're betting on which floor I can get to?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Yuqing stepped forward and said with a smile, "Why don't we conspire together? Tell me exactly which level you can reach, and we'll bet everything on it."

"Then you can pressure me up to fifty stories, right?" Fang Xiaoran said seriously.

Her goal was to reach the fiftieth floor, and she was determined to do so even if it cost her her life. Otherwise, she would have to venture into the dark alleys, even though the chances of success were slim. But for her master's sake, she had to give it a try.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuqing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then I bet you won't make it to the fortieth floor."

"You have so little faith in me? Then why not bet that I won't leave alive? Perhaps you could earn even more than before," Fang Xiaoran said coldly.

“This time is different from the last time. There is too little room for maneuver. Businessmen are profit-driven, so I naturally want to maximize my profits.”

Gu Yuqing shrugged and said casually, but I always felt that he didn't mean it sincerely.

Fang Xiaoran has never been able to see through him; it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and who knows what he's really thinking?

"Then how about we make a bet? If you can reach the fiftieth floor, I'll grant you a request." He was unusually serious, completely abandoning his usual lazy and relaxed demeanor, which only made Fang Xiaoran more puzzled. She asked, "Anything?"

Gu Yuqing replied, "Anything."

These three words may seem ordinary, but they carry great weight.

Fang Xiaoran's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with a complicated expression. Then, after a moment's thought, she suddenly felt relieved. "You don't actually believe I can't reach the fiftieth floor, do you?"

To everyone's surprise, Gu Yuqing shrugged and said nonchalantly, "What else?"

Fang Xiaoran: "..."