No one knew how much Feng Qingcheng detested Si Xin Xin when looking at the small figure before her.
Though this little child was young, she was a master at tormenting people.
Just like that bitch Feng Ning He was so annoying.
Truly Feng Ning He's offspring!
As if remembering something, Feng Qingcheng glanced at Si Xin Xin, testing the waters, "Xin Xin, your mother died many years ago. Have you considered finding yourself a new mother?"
Si Jian Ye's utmost protection of Feng Ning He caused her to have some reservations.
What she feared most was Feng Ning He and Si Xin Xin recognizing each other.
Si Jian Ye already favored Feng Ning He, and if he knew Xin Xin's mother was that bitch, wouldn't they be overjoyed and get married on the spot?
Mentioning this, Si Xin Xin's heart seethed with hatred.
It was all Feng Qingcheng's fault!
If not for her, how could her mother have gone through so many hardships.
She and her mother had not seen each other for a full five years!
Si Xin Xin's tender face showed little change in expression. She blinked her bright eyes and nodded obediently, "If possible, I would like to find myself a mother, but I haven't met a suitable candidate yet."
Her childish voice made Feng Qingcheng's heart leap with joy. She secretly straightened her chest.
Excellent, no one knew yet that Xin Xin's mother was that bitch.
She would have more confidence in marrying the Underworld King!
As long as she could marry the Underworld King, she would be the most precious woman on the Xuan Jing Continent, having whatever she desired!
Feng Qingcheng's heart inexplicably turned excited.
At that time, it would be effortless for her to trample Feng Ning He under her feet. That bitch wouldn't even be worthy of carrying her shoes!
First Sect.
Feng Ning He strolled around the sect, familiarizing herself with the surrounding routes before returning to her cave.
It was less a cave and more like a dwelling.
Stepping inside, the furnishings were no different from a regular room.
Xiao Zhao blinked his bright eyes, a hint of anticipation on his face, "Master, I can barely contain my excitement to see the truth revealed and for us to get justice for Old Man Xu!"
Old Man Xu could not rest even in death.
They still had to wait for Di Wen Bin to reconstruct his flesh before they could settle accounts with Old Man Xu.
Thinking of Old Man Xu, a figure instantly appeared in Feng Ning He's mind.
She slightly lowered her gaze, moved her lips, and spoke softly, "Wait a little longer. This day will come soon."
Xiao Zhao nodded obediently.
At this moment, Feng Ning He also took out a long sword and swung it gently according to the Xue San Shi in her mind.
Xue San Shi had three forms, each with formidable power.
She closed her eyes, as if immersed in a snowy landscape, the movements of each form clearly flashing in her mind.
Her sword speed increased with each swing...
In just a moment, the cave became utterly chaotic.
Xiao Zhao, fearing being cut by the sword, scrambled out of the cave, not forgetting to close the door behind him!
In the cave closest to Feng Ning He.
A swift lark darted in and landed on Si Jian Ye's hand.
The man's cold eyes lowered, focusing on the lark.
The lark moved its lips, chirping incessantly.
A smile involuntarily curved Si Jian Ye's lips, his eyes softening slightly, "This Lord knew Xin Xin was restless. It hasn't been long, and she's already eager to come."
In fact, as soon as Si Xin Xin arrived in Xi You Zhou, she had eagerly dragged Grandpa Luo along.
She could have come to Jin Ling much faster, but she had dawdled and played along the way, causing a delay.
Si Jian Ye gently patted the lark's head, "Tell A Xi, we are here."
With his pat, the lark instantly transformed into a streak of light and shot out of the cave.
Bang!
Just as the lark left, a thunderous roar erupted from the cave, shaking several times as if about to collapse.
Si Jian Ye frowned deeply and strode out of the cave.
For some reason, the cave where Feng Ning He was located trembled intermittently, and even the door was pushed open a crack.
"What's happening?"
Si Jian Ye, slightly astonished, stepped into the cave through the gap.
A graceful figure held a long sword, continuously making gestures.
The woman's eyes were closed, unaware that someone had entered the room.
Si Jian Ye let out a muffled grunt, his deep male voice slowly falling, "What sword technique is she using? To use such powerful swordplay in a cave, isn't she trying to bring down the entire mountain?"
He raised his large hand, and a small barrier instantly enveloped Feng Ning He, also enclosing the sword's edge.
Not far away.
Several pairs of eyes were staring intently at the room where Feng Ning He was.
"Who lives in that room?"
Gu Wei Ying's honest face was filled with astonishment, his eyes wide.
He had no doubt that if this continued, the entire mountain would collapse.
Feng Yi rubbed his chin, lost in thought, "If I remember correctly, that room belongs to the junior sister."
"Junior sister?"
"Junior sister, she's this fierce right after arriving? I'm quite curious what this junior sister looks like!"
"Fourth junior sister, you're not the youngest anymore!"
Several voices were uttered from different mouths. These were the other disciples of Gong Yi Yuan.
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Immortal Sect.
After Gong Yi Yuan and the others settled in, Si Xin Xin pestered Feng Qingcheng to cook.
In the kitchen, Feng Qingcheng was busy.
Born with a silver spoon, her hands had never touched the grime of everyday life. How could she cook?
Wang Jun Zhao was helping her in the kitchen.
Si Xin Xin brought a chair and sat at the kitchen entrance, a fruit in her small hand, eating with relish.
Looking at the busy figures in the kitchen and then at her, the contrast was stark.
Si Xin Xin occasionally called out, "Feng Qingcheng, I want to eat food you cut with your own hands. Using spiritual energy would be insincere. You must cut it yourself. If you cook well, I'll put in a good word for you with Father."
Her childish voice sounded like a demon's.
Feng Qingcheng's teeth itched with hatred, but to have Si Xin Xin speak well of her to Si Jian Ye, she kept trying.
She almost cut her finger.
"Sister Qingcheng!"
Wang Jun Zhao was anxious and quickly came to her side, taking the knife from her, "You've never done such rough work before. Your hands are meant for wielding swords, not chopping vegetables. Leave these things to me."
Hearing the female voice, Si Xin Xin lazily raised her eyelids, "Feng Qingcheng, you must cook, chop vegetables, and wash them yourself. If you let others do it, it will be insincere."
Her lazy voice infuriated Feng Qingcheng.
However, Feng Qingcheng forcefully suppressed the anger rising in her heart and picked up the knife again to chop green onions.
She refused to believe that a few dishes could stump her!
Not far away, A Xi was quietly watching everything.
Seeing Feng Qingcheng grimace and force herself to cook, A Xi couldn't help but sigh.
This was the consequence of offending the young lady.
Feng Qingcheng was truly reaping what she sowed.