Feng Qingcheng jumped up in shock, looking at her hands in disbelief.
How did her perfectly fine hands... become like this!
She quickly rolled up her sleeves.
The skin covered by her clothes was a mess of festering wounds, the raw flesh beneath clearly visible.
Her hands and feet alike were in a terrible state.
"Qingcheng, calm down first. Hei Li is a potent poison. It's a miracle you're still alive. As for your skin, it's likely to remain this way for the rest of your life."
Baili Yang sighed softly, his gaze towards her filled with a touch of pity.
This was the after-effect left by Hei Li.
Tang Zun and the others had pooled their strength to pull Feng Qingcheng back from the brink of death. It was already a feat to have saved her life; they were powerless to eliminate the lingering effects.
Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted violently. Unable to accept this reality, she shook her head desperately, "Impossible... Why is Feng Ninghe unharmed, while I have to endure such inhuman torment?"
For a young woman, such injuries would ruin more than half of her life.
Especially for Feng Qingcheng, known as the most beautiful woman in Jinling.
Why could that little slut Feng Ninghe be unharmed after being poisoned by Hei Li, while her own life was to be ruined for most of it!
Baili Yang hastily tried to appease her, "Qingcheng, I will definitely find a way to cure you! Even if you can never be fully healed, I will not abandon you."
Abandon me?
Feng Qingcheng heard it as a joke, a chill creeping into her heart.
She didn't care about Baili Yang at all.
What was the status and position of a mere Prince Zhenyang of Li Kingdom to her?
The only one she cared about was Si Jianye.
But now that she had become like this, how could she marry Si Jianye?
Feng Qingcheng lowered her gaze slightly, a flicker of hatred dancing in her eyes. "I'm going to Liu Mian Sect to settle accounts with Feng Ninghe right now. I cannot swallow this insult!"
Baili Yang readily agreed, "Qingcheng, I'll go with you. No matter what, we must get an explanation from her today!"
Liu Mian Sect.
After a simple tidy-up, Feng Ninghe left with Gong Yiyuan.
Since Di Wenbin's residual soul could not remain outside for long, she stored Di Wenbin in the spatial jade bracelet.
"Senior, I've never been to the First Sect and am rather curious. Could your sect perhaps host me for a few days?"
Su Hongxiu boldly met Gong Yiyuan's gaze, gently swaying the bone fan in her hand.
The First Sect was renowned far and wide. He was curious as to why the First Sect had suddenly retreated from the world.
Gong Yiyuan patted his wine gourd, a broad smile on his face. "Sixth Master, I've already accepted your wine, so arranging a room for you to stay in is hardly difficult. Moreover, you are friends with my beloved disciple, so the First Sect naturally welcomes you."
Su Hongxiu seemed to recall something and specifically looked at Si Jianye. "King of the Underworld, you seem to be heading to the First Sect as well."
As the King of the Underworld of Xiyou Continent, he had always acted as he pleased.
He could go wherever he wanted without much regard.
But now...
Si Jianye's gaze paused, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Even with lotus root available as a physical body to house a soul, it is still not easy for Di Wenbin to regain a physical form. With my assistance, this matter will be much easier."
Indeed, as Si Jianye stated.
Having lotus root was far from enough to resurrect Di Wenbin.
As the King of the Underworld, he possessed certain abilities that would undoubtedly be of great help.
Gong Yiyuan nodded with slight approval. "The King of the Underworld is correct. Everyone, please accompany me to the First Sect. The First Sect has plenty of rooms, and you can stay as long as you wish."
Not long after they left Liu Mian Sect, a large group of people arrived in a grand procession.
Leading them was Feng Qingcheng.
Her exquisite eyes shimmered with dark currents, a hint of hatred tightly entwined within them.
"Make Feng Ninghe come out!"
Feng Qingcheng's voice was a low growl, amplified by spiritual energy to carry far.
The sharp female voice echoed through Liu Mian Sect again and again.
Su Xian also arrived at the sect entrance promptly and saw the crowd surrounding it.
She raised her delicate eyebrows, looking at the large, imposing group before her with slight annoyance. "Are you looking for Feng Ninghe?"
Wang Junzhao grunted, unable to hide his anger. "That's right, we are looking for her! She has repeatedly attacked disciples of the Immortal Sect. We cannot let this go!"
"Hand over Feng Ninghe! If your Liu Mian Sect dares to harbor her, you will be an enemy of the Immortal Sect!"
"Even with the King of the Underworld present today, you must give us a reasonable explanation!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect murmured amongst themselves, continuously voicing their accusations.
All they wanted was Feng Ninghe's life.
Looking at the noisy crowd before her, Su Xian dismissed them with a glance. "Feng Ninghe is not at Liu Mian Sect. You may leave."
She couldn't help but feel fortunate in her heart that Feng Ninghe had left quickly, otherwise, she would have had to deal with this group of unreasonable people.
"She's not here?"
Feng Qingcheng raised her delicate eyebrows, a faint light flickering in her eyes, and looked at Su Xian with a hint of doubt. "Where else would that slut be if not at Liu Mian Sect? Are you intentionally harboring her?"
Wang Junzhao quickly chimed in, "If you are intentionally harboring her and refuse to hand her over, our Immortal Sect will not let this slide!"
Su Xian gazed at the crowd before her as if watching a joke, not hiding the contempt in her eyes. "Feng Ninghe has already gone to the First Sect. She is a disciple of the First Sect, so naturally, she would leave. Why would she stay at Liu Mian Sect?"
The First Sect had been silent for a thousand years. After a millennium, it had reappeared.
In recent years, no one had found the First Sect, and no one had even seen its disciples. The First Sect seemed to have vanished into thin air.
These people's desire to find the First Sect was a fool's dream.
Feng Qingcheng's gaze suddenly sharpened, a hint of contemplation appearing in her eyes.
She hadn't expected this slut to leave Liu Mian Sect.
Leaving Liu Mian Sect and going to the First Sect meant that with the First Sect's protection, no one would dare harm Feng Ninghe.
More importantly, they hadn't even clarified the exact location of the First Sect, let alone find Feng Ninghe.
Feng Qingcheng suddenly felt a headache coming on and gently massaged her temples.
This little slut had truly good luck...
Wang Junzhao approached her and quietly asked, "Sister Qingcheng, what should we do now?"
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip with a hint of unwillingness. "Let's go! Back to the Immortal Sect!"
At her command, the Immortal Sect members turned and left in a grand procession.
After they had moved a short distance away, Feng Qingcheng turned her gaze to the disciples behind her. "I'll trouble all of you to help me find the whereabouts of the First Sect. No matter where Feng Ninghe runs, I will find her!"
The hatred in her heart burned ever fiercer.
Only when Feng Ninghe died could her rage be appeased.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect agreed without hesitation.
In their eyes, Feng Ninghe was a demoness. Her continued existence would only bring endless trouble and constantly harm the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Perhaps the next target would be them.
Baili Yang did not forget to approach Feng Qingcheng to curry favor. "Qingcheng, even if Feng Ninghe runs to the ends of the earth, I will do my utmost to drag her out!"