The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Ji Qingzhou's words were well-reasoned and even Storm, who was overwhelmed by hatred, could not refute them.

After a long moment, Feng Bao snorted, "Fine-speaking human."

Although she said this, she didn't say anything unpleasant to Ji Qingzhou and the others like she did before.

The air currents created by the storm's flight would intentionally or unintentionally support the spirit boat, helping it to reduce consumption and keep up with her more smoothly.

The group arrived at a relatively desolate and short mountain with several man-made caves on the mountainside.

Storm flew towards one of the caves, and its huge body gradually shrank until it finally turned into a human form and landed on the platform in front of the cave.

The female eagle has a strong body, and the human form transformed by the storm is also tall and sturdy.

She was wearing a simple sleeveless jacket and shorts, the trouser legs only reaching her knees, revealing her muscular honey-colored calves.

Two slender arms, showing their muscular body and blue veins without any effort, hang at the sides of the body.

Standing on the platform, he is over two meters tall, like a little giant, with flowing black hair reaching his shoulders, dancing in the mountain breeze. There are several ink-black feathers hidden among his hair, most of which hang behind his ears.

With thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, he looks particularly heroic and dashing.

When Ji Qingzhou saw her stop, he also put away his spirit boat, and the three of them landed beside Feng Bao.

Storm pointed to the cave: "The poisoned boys of the tribe are inside, and the priest is also here."

After saying that, she walked into the cave first and led the way for Ji Qingzhou and the other two.

What surprised Ji Qingzhou was that the cave was not dark and closed at all. Instead, some holes were dug out by taking advantage of the natural cracks in the mountain wall, allowing sunlight to naturally fall in for lighting and ventilation.

The climate in Baishi Tribe is hot and dry with little rainfall, so there is no need to worry about heavy rain pouring into the cave and causing injuries.

The cave was also kept very clean, and the group did not raise any dust wherever they passed.

When the platform at the entrance of the cave fell, Ji Qingzhou heard faint low groans of distress coming from inside the cave. The further he went in, the clearer the sounds became.

It's like the wailing of a patient who has been suffering from illness for years when an attack occurs.

The passage is only about ten meters long, and after turning two corners, the view immediately becomes open.

Ji Qingzhou also saw those wailing masters——

The space inside the cave is about two to three hundred square meters. Stone beds are carved out of local white rocks and neatly placed next to the stone walls.

Leave a distance of three to two meters between beds to facilitate walking and moving.

The stone beds were covered with clean dead branches and dry grass, like bird nests.

Most of the stone beds were empty, only twelve of them had people lying on them.

Rather than being a human, it would be more accurate to say that it is a male wind eagle transformed into a human.

Compared to the burly storm eagles, these male wind eagles appear to be smaller.

He looks to be between 1.80 and 1.85 meters tall, and is thin.

The muscles on their bodies are different from Storm's, which are obviously filled with explosive power.

Instead, they have thin muscles that are more ornamental, and each of them has fair skin and tender flesh.

But at this moment, blood vessels stood out from their fair skin, appearing a strange black and purple color, making them look particularly hideous and terrifying.

They lay on the bed, their short black hair mixed with feathers wet with sweat, either curled up or tossing and turning, uttering low groans of pain.

Some people could not bear the pain so much that they cried secretly with red eyes.

Feng Bao felt very distressed when she saw this scene. She whispered to Ji Qingzhou, "If you can really cure them, not only will I not charge you a toll, I will also escort you. In my name, Feng Bao, I will ensure that you have a worry-free journey of 3,000 miles!"

Although she is young, only over two hundred years old, which is only in her early thirties in human age, she is extremely talented and is now in the late Jindan stage.

This area is remote and the demon cultivators are savage and violent, but when faced with a capable fighter like Feng Bao, they have to retreat three feet away and dare not provoke him.

Ji Qingzhou did not rush to respond to Feng Bao's words. She swept her eyes over the poisoned male wind eagles and saw a female wind eagle standing in front of the bed. She was equally tall, at least two meters tall, but a little hunched due to her old age.

The female wind eagle was wearing a black robe with some ancient patterns embroidered on the corners.

Ji Qingzhou recognized that those patterns were all various kinds of spiritual medicines, and most of them were specialties of the immortal world. There were also some in the demon world. Most of them were brought from the immortal world to the demon world for planting and reproduction.

What concerned her was that where the female wind eagle's eyes should have been, there were now only two dark holes left, which combined with her tall and oppressive figure made it look a bit scary at first glance.

"Storm, don't put pressure on people."

As if having heard Feng Bao's whispers to Ji Qingzhou, the female wind eagle turned her head, and her dark eye sockets seemed to still have eyeballs as she "looked" over here.

Storm seemed to be very familiar with the female wind eagle. He was not angry even after being scolded. Instead, he defended himself: "I didn't put pressure on her. I just told her what I could do for her after curing the young man from the tribe!"

"The Baishi tribe has the duty to collect tolls and provide protection for travelers."

The female wind eagle reminded her lightly.

"Master Priest, that was in the past!"

Feng Bao said, "Now the young men of the tribe have been murdered. The chief has ordered to temporarily close the passage of the White Stone Tribe and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

"The clan leader is worried that the poison is contagious and could pass on to innocent travelers, so he closed the entrances and exits."

The female wind eagle, who was called "Priestess", sighed helplessly: "Storm, you are no longer a young eagle in your seventies or eighties. You can't always listen to what you want to hear."

Storm was angry and stopped talking.

The priest looked at Ji Qingzhou again: "You must be the alchemist from the world of immortal cultivation, right? I smell a strong smell of medicine on you. You must deal with medicine often."

"I am Ji Qingzhou from the Wuliang Sect and my teacher is Taoist Bai Wei."

Ji Qingzhou introduced himself. As the leader of the three sects and nine schools, the Wuliang Sect has some weight in the demon world.

"what?"

Feng Bao, who was still furious just now, suddenly widened his eyes after hearing Ji Qingzhou's self-introduction: "Your master is Taoist Bai Wei? The Taoist Bai Wei who swept away tens of thousands of demon cultivators with one sword on the front line and is particularly good at fighting?!"

There was a hint of rejection in her eyes when she looked at Ji Qingzhou before, but now there was only surprise.

When mentioning "Master Bai Wei", Bao Bao's sharp eagle eyes sparkled with admiration.

She looked like a fangirl, as if she would take out a pen and paper from her bosom and ask Ji Qingzhou if she could ask Taoist Bai Wei to get an autograph for her.

Where is the previous angry look that kept saying “You humans are bad!”?

"Storm, don't be rude."

The priest coughed lightly, and stopped Feng Bao, who was about to get close to Ji Qingzhou, and said, "Fellow Daoist Ji, I'm really sorry. Feng Bao...she grew up listening to Taoist Bai Wei's deeds and has great respect for him. I hope you can forgive me for my momentary loss of composure."