A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

Sheng He looked at the palm of his right hand; the red feather imprint there had disappeared at some point.

The three little radish heads who witnessed everything: It's too scary! The Great Demon King Shenghe is really too scary. No matter how they pulled on the Great Demon King Shenghe's hair, even the third one used his own body to detoxify, it was no use.

They watched helplessly as so many animals and spirit beasts fell victim to the wicked hand of the Great Demon King Shenghe, being beaten until they were staggering and foaming at the mouth.

Waaaaah, Shenghe the Great Demon King is really too terrifying.

Sheng He wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. It must be the problem with that crimson-gold feather. It's just a pity that the little red bird can't be found now.

Fortunately, although she was not in a good mental state at the time and the affected area was relatively wide, it should not have caused major casualties to the animals in the forest.

After running around for more than half a month, Sheng He suddenly woke up and felt sore all over.

Exhausted, Sheng He helped the silly roe deer that kept crashing into the tree turn around, and then retrieved all the animals that had been accidentally knocked into Lanyue Lake. Finally, he collapsed to the ground.

"call!"

Sheng He let out a long sigh of relief, gazing at the blue sky. His physical fatigue eased slightly, but then a beautiful face suddenly appeared before him.

"My name is Song Jinzhi. Thank you for saving me, fairy."

Sheng He tilted her head, trying hard to recall if she had just hit this person.

He looks unfamiliar; he probably hasn't been hit yet.

Sheng He's gaze fell on Song Jinzhi's tattered robes, and for a moment she began to doubt her own memories.

He wasn't hit? Then how did his clothes get like this?

Seeing that Song Jinzhi was still bowing, Sheng He quickly stood up and cupped his hands, saying, "I am Sheng He."

"you……"

Song Jinzhi smiled and said, "I am an array cultivator. Those rogue cultivators just tried to kill me and steal my treasures, but thanks to Fairy Sheng, we were saved. The Song family of Jinzhou is deeply grateful to Fairy Sheng for her great kindness."

Oh, so you didn't call.

Sheng He breathed a sigh of relief and waved casually.

"It's a small matter, don't worry about it."

After Sheng He finished speaking, he lay down on the grass again. Just as he was about to close his eyes and take a short rest, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

Song Jinzhi sat next to Sheng He, nervously rubbing the hem of her clothes with both hands.

“Um… Fairy Sheng… I… I have all my spirit stones and pills… I wonder if Fairy Sheng could lend me some money.”

"I swear in the name of the Song family of Jinzhou that I will repay you double once we leave the secret realm!"

"Okay, how much do you want?"

Sheng He rummaged through her storage ring, preparing to take out some spirit stones and pills, when she heard Song Jinzhi's nonchalant voice.

"Not much, just a little over a hundred high-grade spirit stones, a few bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, a few bottles of Yuan Restoration Pills, a few bottles of Heart Purification Pills, and a few Purple Essence Pills. If we could have Spirit Stabilizing Pills, that would be even better."

Sheng He's hand froze. She looked up and saw that Song Jinzhi's face was serious, showing no sign of joking.

Sheng He chuckled a few times, then took out a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills and a bottle of Qi Gathering Pills from his storage ring and tossed them to Song Jinzhi.

That's all, take it or leave it!

She only had a little over seven hundred mid-grade spirit stones in her storage ring, which is equivalent to about seventy high-grade spirit stones. This person only needs "a little over one hundred high-grade spirit stones" right off the bat. Why doesn't he just rob her?

Sheng He clutched her storage ring tightly, ate a Rejuvenation Pill, and felt a bit stronger before turning to leave, seemingly afraid of being entangled by Song Jinzhi.

Sheng He only breathed a sigh of relief when he had walked quite a distance and no one was following behind him.

Since Zhao Yanran couldn't be found anytime soon, and there were still about half a year until the appointment at Moonfrost Mountain, Sheng He pondered for a moment and then decided to return to the Swamp Forest.

The swamp forest is the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy in the entire Pure Moon Secret Realm, which is why the spiritual herb, Green Wood Vine, grows there.

In the past two weeks, although she had wreaked havoc on the animals of two forests while she was not fully conscious, her swordsmanship had genuinely improved.

In particular, she had been in seclusion for a year and had been unable to use the eighth move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, yet she succeeded under these circumstances.

Instead of aimlessly searching for Zhao Yanran, it would be better to consolidate one's cultivation and prepare for the future.

Having made up his mind, Sheng He took out the Frostbite Sword and prepared to fly to the Swamp Forest.

As they passed Lanyue Lake, a noisy argument came from below, and Sheng He glanced down casually.

Song Jinzhi was tightly bound to a large rock by Lanyue Lake with a spirit-binding rope. Treasures were piled up at his feet, and three rogue cultivators were arguing fiercely over the division of the spoils.

Sheng He didn't want to get involved; she really didn't like Song Jinzhi, who was making such exorbitant demands. But after flying away for a while, she eventually turned around and returned to Lanyue Lake.

The reason is simple: these rogue cultivators really do intend to kill him.

Although Sheng He didn't like Song Jinzhi, his crime didn't warrant death.

"stop!"

The three men stopped what they were doing and looked at Sheng He with displeasure: "Who is it? We three brothers were the first to have our eyes on this fat sheep. First come, first served, you know... you know... ah..."

"Ah! It's you, fairy!"

The moment they saw Sheng He's face clearly, the three of them paled. The feeling of being flung into the air by the sword energy was still vivid in their minds. They felt a churning in their stomachs and immediately softened their tone, bowing obsequiously as they said:

"Fairy, what brings you here? We were being impolite. Please choose first, please choose first!"

Sheng He glanced at the treasure on the ground, picked up Ao Shuang sword and cut the Immortal Binding Rope, then raised her head and pointed at Song Jinzhi with her chin.

"This person is under my protection."

The three men were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. They quickly nodded and said, "We understand! We understand! We were blind to your greatness. We'll leave right away! We'll leave right away!"

After the three finished speaking, they looked unwillingly at the treasures scattered on the ground, glanced at Sheng He with a cold face, and hurriedly ran away.

Song Jinzhi untied the ropes binding her, but instead of rushing to get the storage bag, she looked at Sheng He with bright eyes.

"You saved me again."

"You've been robbed by them again."

Song Jinzhi smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Then I owe you another favor."

Sheng He turned around, raised Ao Shuang, and waved it behind him: "Hopefully there won't be a next time."

Song Jinzhi picked up the storage bag and caught up with Sheng He in a few steps.

“Fairy Sheng, my favor is very valuable. You can think about what you need, and I will definitely help you get it once we leave the secret realm.”

"No need, just don't follow me anymore."

"But I'm out of spirit stones. Without spirit stones, I can't set up the formation. I'm completely powerless right now. Are you going to leave me here alone again?"

Sheng He didn't speak. She took a few steps forward, turned around, and looked at Song Jinzhi, who was standing a few steps behind her.

He was covered in dirt, probably from a fight with the three rogue cultivators. His face was smeared with mud. He stood under the tree, clutching his storage bag, staring longingly at Sheng He like a pitiful little dog.