Feng Qingcheng's gaze swept around, then she changed the subject as if struck by an idea, "Feng Ninghe? Didn't they say she didn't die and returned to the Zhenguo Duke's mansion? Why haven't I seen her?"
Her primary objective for this visit was to deal with Feng Ninghe.
This wretched woman could die five years ago, and she could die again now!
She was already impatient to meet this doomed person and hear if she had any last words.
A trace of hatred flickered in Feng Tongtong's eyes, her expression filled with anger and indignation. "Who knows where that wretched woman is? Maybe she's having a grand time with some unknown dog man right now!"
After losing track of Feng Ninghe, Chun Tao had rushed back to report immediately.
Feng Tongtong felt a surge of anger but could do nothing about it, so she suppressed her displeasure.
Feng Qingcheng raised her delicate eyebrows and gestured to the two disciples behind her, introducing them. "These two behind me are disciples of the Immortal Sect. This male disciple is even the Sect Master's son. I brought them along for a leisurely trip on my return."
Upon hearing that she was accompanied by disciples of the Immortal Sect, and one of them was the Sect Master's son, Madam Zhang quickly called for two maids. "The disciples of the Immortal Sect must be tired after their journey. Quickly take them to rest properly!"
The maids did not dare to delay and hurried to lead the way.
Feng Tongtong impatiently pulled Feng Qingcheng. "Second Sister, I have a belly full of grievances I want to vent. Please also take a look at how my face and hair can be treated!"
What bothered Feng Tongtong the most was her face and hair.
She was about to marry the First Prince, and marriage was a lifelong event. She had to appear in her best possible state.
Feng Qingcheng nodded slowly, allowing herself to be led away.
Inside the room.
Feng Qingcheng was examining Feng Tongtong's injuries.
At this moment, Feng Tongtong had removed her wig and veil. Her head was bare, and the wounds on her cheeks writhed like a crawling centipede.
"Tongtong, how did your face become like this?"
Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly sank, her gaze constantly moving over the ravaged face.
When her face was mentioned, Feng Tongtong's expression immediately changed. A surge of anger made her face even more disheveled. She said fiercely, "Second Sister, it's all Feng Ninghe's fault! She tortured me into this state! My cultivation is completely destroyed now."
Feng Ninghe was a cripple. Even if she could cultivate now, it wouldn't change the fact that she was a cripple.
But now, Feng Tongtong had fallen at Feng Ninghe's hands?
Feng Qingcheng quickly probed Feng Tongtong with her spiritual sense.
With this probe, her heart involuntarily sank.
There was no spiritual energy within Feng Tongtong. Her dan tian was shattered, and even her spiritual roots for cultivation were destroyed.
Her cultivation was废 (fei - destroyed/废弃), yet Feng Tongtong was unharmed.
Such skill was beyond even her.
Wasn't this woman just a cripple? How could she possess such power?
"Qingcheng, can Tongtong's face be saved?"
Madam Zhang looked at Feng Qingcheng with a tense expression.
Feng Tongtong was about to marry the First Prince and become an imperial consort. Now, not only could her hair not grow, but her face was also ruined.
Feng Qingcheng looked at the face and shook her head with a hint of helplessness. "There seems to be no problem with Third Sister's face and hair, but it's truly astonishing how she ended up like this. Even I can't discern the cause."
A face wouldn't become like this for no reason, and hair wouldn't fail to grow.
But after careful examination, she couldn't figure anything out.
Upon hearing this, Feng Tongtong became anxious, tears welling up in her eyes. She paced back and forth in distress. "If my face cannot be treated, what is to be done?"
These past few days, she had been looking forward to Second Sister's return, hoping her hair would grow back and her face would be restored.
Feng Qingcheng's words shattered her hopes instantly.
Second Sister had reached the Nascent Soul realm at such a young age. If even she couldn't heal it, then who could?
"Don't worry. Although I can't discern the cause, I can send a message to my master. I know many people in Jinling, so it's not a problem to ask for information." Feng Qingcheng soothed her gently.
The pleasant female voice soothed Feng Tongtong's anxiety.
She finally stopped crying and nodded repeatedly. "Second Sister, only you can help me now. I can only trust you!"
"Enough, your Second Sister's return is a joyous occasion. What kind of decorum is this, crying incessantly?"
Feng Guangyao found the crying too noisy. He rubbed his ears and stopped the sobbing Feng Tongtong.
Feng Tongtong finally ceased her crying and opened her tear-filled eyes.
Feng Qingcheng casually sat down and voiced her thoughts. "What is Feng Ninghe's current cultivation level?"
When her cultivation was mentioned, everyone's brows furrowed.
Even now, they hadn't figured out Feng Ninghe's true cultivation.
Feng Tongtong pondered for a moment and then voiced her thoughts. "The First Prince is in the early stage of the Golden Core. Since she could toy with the First Prince so easily, her cultivation must be no lower than his, likely also in the Golden Core stage."
"Pfft, this level of cultivation is simply not worth mentioning."
Feng Qingcheng raised her delicate eyebrows dismissively, her eyes filled with coldness. "I have already reached the Nascent Soul realm. Why should I fear someone in the Golden Core stage?"
The difference in cultivation realms was like the difference between heaven and earth.
A Nascent Soul cultivator facing a Golden Core cultivator was as simple as crushing an ant.
Feng Guangyao said with some trepidation, "Feng Ninghe herself is not a threat, but she has an Immortal Xu behind her. Immortal Xu is also a Nascent Soul cultivator."
"So what?"
Feng Qingcheng scoffed, a hint of coldness on her exquisitely made-up face. "A mere Immortal Xu, I truly don't take him seriously. I can handle him alone. If necessary, I can even ask my master to intervene."
In Jinling, Nascent Soul cultivators were common.
Immortal Xu was merely a one-star Nascent Soul cultivator. Such a cultivation level was beneath her notice.
The Medicine Valley was renowned throughout the Li Kingdom, and everyone respected Immortal Xu's name. But in Jinling, what was the Medicine Valley?
Feng Qingcheng's perspective was no longer that of the ignorant Second Miss of the Feng family from before.
Feng Guangyao seemed to see hope, his eyes sparkling with light. He clenched his fists tightly. "Now the Zhenguo Duke's mansion and the entire Feng family have fallen into Feng Ninghe's hands. How can that little wretch be worthy of controlling the Feng family? Qingcheng, you must help me reclaim the Feng family!"
Feng Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly. A hint of ruthlessness appeared on her exquisitely made-up face, and her pleasant voice slowly descended. "Father, don't worry. Her good days are over."
That night.
A bright crescent moon hung high in the night sky.
Feng Ninghe returned to Shiyuan when it was already dark.
At this time, Old Man Xu was staring with a dejected expression at the failed elixir he had refined.
Hearing the movement, he rushed out of the house like lightning and towards Feng Ninghe, who had just stepped into the courtyard. "Ninghe, you've come at the perfect time. Come quickly and see why the elixir I refined cannot take shape."
Feng Ninghe glanced listlessly at the dark, charred lump of medicine in his hand. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I need to rest."
Old Man Xu moved his lips and said hurriedly, "Wait! I have big news to tell you. Feng Qingcheng is back!"