Feng Ninghe was not someone who was overflowing with kindness and would do anything.
She had already treated Di Wenbin with utmost consideration.
"Miss Feng!"
Di Wenbin was anxious. He rushed to her, tears and snot streaming down his face, "Please, help me! Once my body is reformed, I will surely clear your name!
Although I offended you in my youth due to my ignorance and immaturity, I see things clearly now! I still have many things to do, and I want to revive the Xianren Sect with my father."
Feng Ninghe scoffed, her slender fingertips tapping lightly on the table.
"Do you know that Immortal Xu was murdered by Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng? His head was hung on the gates of the Xianren Sect for everyone to scorn. Your Xianren Sect already owes me a debt."
The female voice that came from her mouth was soft.
Her voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.
The atmosphere in the room instantly shifted. Feng Xing and Bai Niannian wore solemn expressions and remained silent.
Their lives were saved by Old Man Xu, yet they were still unable to avenge him!
It was their incompetence that had wasted Old Man Xu's painstaking efforts.
Di Wenbin's eyes narrowed, and his face became flustered. He stammered, "This... I didn't know so much had happened... Miss Feng, I apologize..."
He had never imagined Feng Qingcheng could be so cruel.
Even after death, she refused to let go, even hanging his head high for all to mock!
Even in death, Immortal Xu would not rest in peace.
"Bang!"
Di Wenbin knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards Feng Ninghe.
The heavy thudding of his head echoed in the room again and again.
As the young master of the Xianren Sect, he was born noble, yet now he was willing to kneel and apologize.
Because he knew that Feng Ninghe had saved him, and he could not be ungrateful.
Pride and life were far from comparable.
"These three kowtows are to apologize to Immortal Xu. I know that I alone cannot represent the entire Xianren Sect in apologizing. But as long as I can return to the Xianren Sect, I will surely reveal the truth and bring justice to you and Old Man Xu!"
Di Wenbin's face was filled with resolve and sincerity.
This was what they owed Immortal Xu.
Feng Ninghe had not expected Di Wenbin to apologize in such a manner. She slightly lowered her gaze and sighed softly, "Even if I wanted to save you, do you know how difficult it is to reform a body?"
She had specifically consulted books.
To reform a body, many conditions had to be met, and none could be missed.
Such a troublesome matter, which was thankless and might not even succeed, was naturally not something she needed to do for Di Wenbin.
Moreover, she had many other things to attend to and could not afford to spend too much effort on Di Wenbin.
Di Wenbin stood up, biting his lip in silence.
All of this was his own doing. He had trusted Feng Qingcheng too much, which led him to this hopeless situation.
How could he have the face to ask others for help?
"It's not difficult, not difficult at all!"
"As long as you can go to the First Sect, all problems will be easily solved!"
Gong Yiyuan spoke up at this moment, his eyebrows slightly raised, a smile on his face, "The First Sect has a spiritual pool with an ancient lotus root. It can be used to reform a body. Of course, the lotus root is not as good as a human. It fears heat and loves water, and has many drawbacks."
Di Wenbin seemed to see a glimmer of hope, his eyes instantly lighting up, "Even with drawbacks, it's better than my current state! Senior, could you take me to the First Sect? I will definitely find a way to resolve this matter!"
He was now just a wisp of a remnant soul, and even a slight gust of wind could easily scatter him.
As long as he could reform his body, he was willing to do anything!
Gong Yiyuan turned his gaze leisurely towards Feng Ninghe, "Only First Sect disciples can use the sect's resources. The First Sect will not agree to anyone else, no matter what they offer in exchange."
His words carried a hidden meaning, and his gaze often lingered on Feng Ninghe.
This time, he wanted to see if Feng Ninghe was willing to become his disciple and join the First Sect.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows, meeting Gong Yiyuan's gaze.
She understood his intention immediately. He wanted to take her as his disciple.
Di Wenbin instantly became dejected, his head drooping.
"It seems there is no hope for me to reform my body. With my current miserable state, how can I face my father? I can't do anything now. I might as well be blown away by the wind."
With that, he rushed out of the room without another word.
Rather than live on in this state, it was better to die and be done with it.
"Di Wenbin, don't run!"
Bai Niannian's face was anxious. She rushed in front of Di Wenbin immediately, "If you die now, not only will the master's medicinal ingredients be wasted, but no one will be able to clear the master's name!"
A hint of coldness appeared on Feng Xing's handsome face, his expression slightly沉重, "The one who wants you dead the most right now is Feng Qingcheng. If you die, everything will be buried, and she can rest easy."
The icy words were blunt, but they were the truth.
Upon learning that Feng Ninghe held evidence of the true killer of Di Wenbin, Feng Qingcheng had rushed over impatiently to destroy the evidence.
In this world, only Feng Qingcheng wanted Di Wenbin dead the most.
Without evidence, she could continue to slander Feng Ninghe and continue to enjoy the resources of the Xianren Sect.
Di Wenbin remained silent, his lips tightly pressed together, his expression complex, "But... in this state, I will surely disappoint my father, and it will be a disgrace to be his son..."
As the young master of the Xianren Sect, he was destined to inherit it in the future.
But in his current state, how could he bear such a heavy responsibility?
The members of the Xianren Sect would not acknowledge him, nor would they confidently hand over the Xianren Sect to him.
"Your father has already seen you. He will not dislike you."
Feng Ninghe moved her lips, her clear female voice slowly uttering, "Di Yang only wants you to live safely. Everything else is secondary."
In this world, what father would dislike his own son?
Although Di Wenbin was only a wisp of a soul, he was still alive, and that was the most important thing to Di Yang.
"What?"
Di Wenbin was startled, his eyes widening instantly, "My father... he already knows he's seen me in this state?"
Feng Ninghe nodded unhurriedly, briefly explaining the whole story, "The Xianren Sect attacked me and tried to encircle me. For self-preservation, I brought you, who was unconscious, to Di Yang."
Di Wenbin's body instantly went limp, and he slumped to the ground listlessly, muttering, "Father raised me, but I have failed his expectations..."
"Senior, as long as I become your disciple, will you give me the lotus root and the first part of the secret manual?"
Feng Ninghe changed the subject, her bright eyes fixed on Gong Yiyuan.
The First Sect was exceptionally powerful, with many treasures within the sect, especially the library, which was renowned throughout Jinling.
Gong Yiyuan's cultivation was far above hers, and receiving his guidance would be beneficial.
Perhaps, entering the First Sect would be a good thing for her.