Two figures darted back and forth within the kitchen.
Feng Qingcheng's clean, fair cheeks were smudged with dust as she gritted her teeth and forced herself to cook.
A hint of slyness crossed Si Xin Xin's tender face as she flicked her fingers, a wisp of fire flashing from her fingertips.
The flame shot into the firewood.
In mere moments, a raging inferno erupted.
*Clang!*
The fire advanced fiercely, and an almost imperceptible small flame leaped onto Feng Qingcheng's dress.
Wang Jun Zhao hurried over with water to extinguish the flames, shouting urgently, "Sister Qingcheng, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, we should leave quickly!"
Feng Qingcheng choked on a mouthful of thick smoke and rushed out of the kitchen without delay.
Si Xin Xin, sitting by the doorway, unhurriedly pushed her chair back, her eyes wide with shock as she looked at everything before her: "How did the fire get so big?"
Feng Qingcheng concealed the resentment in her heart and calmly withdrew her gaze: "Xin Xin, the kitchen has burned down, and I can't cook for you anymore. I'll have someone else prepare some food for you."
The kitchen was gone, and cooking was impossible.
She couldn't help but feel fortunate inwardly that a great fire had completely consumed the kitchen.
She was a heavenly prodigy, her hands unaccustomed to mundane tasks. Such a little imp was hardly worthy of her personally cooking for them.
Only the King of Hell was worthy of her painstaking efforts and personal cooking.
"Ah!"
Wang Jun Zhao cried out in surprise, as if discovering something, his entire face turning deathly pale. His lips trembled: "Sister Qingcheng... the fire... the fire!"
The small flame had leaped onto Feng Qingcheng and was burning rapidly. In a short time, most of her clothes were consumed.
Feng Qingcheng, unaware, glared at Wang Jun Zhao with mild displeasure: "What's with all the shouting?"
Wang Jun Zhao stammered in his haste: "Sister Qingcheng... you... you're on fire!"
"What? On fire?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingcheng gasped and quickly lowered her gaze.
The flames raged, continuously burning her outer garments.
"Ah! What are you waiting for? Put out the fire quickly!"
Feng Qingcheng urgently called out.
Wang Jun Zhao, who had been stunned, quickly reacted and rushed to fetch water to extinguish the flames.
At this moment, Si Xin Xin also shrieked at the top of her lungs, hysterically shouting: "Help! Quick, someone help put out the fire! Feng Qingcheng is on fire!"
In a short while, many cultivators from the surroundings arrived to help.
Working together, they brought water and doused the flames.
Feng Qingcheng looked like a drowned rat, her hair dripping wet, water streaming down her face.
The fire on her clothes was finally extinguished, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She was, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator; how could such a small flame have troubled her?
However, the cultivators around her remained silent, their gazes fixed intently on Feng Qingcheng.
Before them, Feng Qingcheng's clothes were disheveled, and the fire had burned holes in them here and there.
The skin beneath the tattered clothes was hideously scarred, red and festering everywhere, offering no beauty to behold.
Even Si Xin Xin couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, looking at the scene before her with a touch of shock.
Except for the skin on her face, none of Feng Qingcheng's skin was intact. If not for her beautiful face, she would have terrified everyone.
The gazes of the crowd made Feng Qingcheng belatedly look down at herself.
Her clothes were burned to rags, and more terrifyingly, the skin hidden beneath them.
Feng Qingcheng, known as the most beautiful woman, had her skin in such a state!
Not many people in the sect knew that she had been so severely injured by Hei Li.
Feng Qingcheng was extremely concerned about her appearance and would never willingly let others see her in such a wretched state.
Her expression instantly darkened, and she swiftly took out a black robe from her spatial bag and draped it over herself.
The loose black robe completely concealed her body, while her beautiful face remained stunning.
If the crowd hadn't witnessed the horrific state of her skin, they would have been captivated by her face.
"Sister Qingcheng, how did you get so injured!"
Wang Jun Zhao couldn't believe what he was seeing and quickly followed: "Could it be that Hei Li caused your body to be in such a severe condition?"
Feng Qingcheng strode away, her face stern, her icy eyes filled with boundless rage: "Yes, it was Hei Li. It's all that little slut Feng Ning He's fault for injuring me like this!"
She was the most beautiful woman in Jinling, talented, beautiful, and pure. Yet now, she was injured to this extent!
How could she maintain her position as the most beautiful woman in Jinling in the future?
Wang Jun Zhao, as if he himself were injured, wore a worried expression on his face: "Sister Qingcheng, what should we do?"
Mentioning this, Feng Qingcheng's face turned ashen with anger and unwillingness: "There is no cure yet. Only when Feng Ning He dies can my heart's pain be resolved!"
The black robe was like a fig leaf, concealing her festering skin. Now, that cloth had been brutally torn away!
She could not swallow this insult.
She would never let Feng Ning He off lightly!
At the Immortal Sect, in a room.
A servant brought in hot dishes and politely looked at Si Xin Xin and Gong Yi Yuan: "Sister Qingcheng has instructed that no matter what your needs are, the Immortal Sect will do its best to fulfill them. I will be waiting outside. Please let me know if you need anything."
The servant did not linger and soon left the room.
Si Xin Xin smiled sweetly and placed a piece of meat into Grandpa Luo's bowl.
"Grandpa Luo, you must eat more. These are all specialty dishes from Jinling. We've come all this way, so we must eat our fill."
Her childlike voice was exceptionally endearing.
It also brought a radiant smile to Grandpa Luo's face as his gaze casually fell upon Si Xin Xin: "Xin Xin, when do you plan to leave the Immortal Sect?"
He was only interested in the First Sect.
He was eager to know who Xin Xin's birth mother was.
Si Xin Xin's eyes flickered slightly, and a thoughtful expression crossed her small face: "I haven't had enough fun at the Immortal Sect yet. It's not too late to leave a few days later. We still haven't found any trace of Mother."
Ah Xi, as if remembering something, broke into a smile and said eagerly: "I already know the whereabouts of the King of Hell and Miss Feng. They are at the First Sect, so we can set off to find them at any time."
The mynah bird had conveyed all the King of Hell's words to Ah Xi.
He believed that the King of Hell must be eager to see his young lady.
Si Xin Xin's small face also broke into a bright smile at this moment, a few glints dancing in her eyes: "Ah Xi, let's not rush. It's not too late to leave a few days later. I haven't had enough fun yet."
The Immortal Sect had tormented Mother to this extent; how could she sit idly by and do nothing?
She had to seek justice for her mother!
Looking at Si Xin Xin's excited demeanor, her eyes shining brightly, Ah Xi couldn't help but shiver. A chill crawled up his spine.
Seeing his young lady's excited expression, it seemed someone was about to face misfortune...