The spacious room instantly felt empty.
Those who were thrown out of the house were equally astonished.
Baili Yang clutched his chest, unable to bear the pain. The flying snow seeped into his clothes, touching his skin with a bone-chilling cold.
Yet, he ignored the pain, staring at the wooden house in horror. "What in the world is happening!"
Mei Ziling, who had been buried in the snow, was pulled out by someone before she could emerge from the snowy expanse.
The crowd, which had been clamoring to take Feng Ninghe's life, was suddenly struck speechless.
The observing cultivators exclaimed, "In the snow, spiritual energy cannot be used at all. How can Feng Ninghe still use it!"
"She can use spiritual energy, but we can't. If she wanted to take our lives now, it would be effortless!"
The cultivators immediately retreated a few steps, widening the distance between themselves and the wooden house.
They feared that if Feng Ninghe had a whim, she would quickly eliminate them.
Only one person and one beast remained in the house.
Feng Ninghe looked up, calmly observing the crowd outside.
The dim candlelight illuminated her exquisitely featured face. Her eyes, as calm as still water, reflected an orange glow. Her inherent aloofness seemed untouched by the dust of the world.
It had to be admitted that her face was flawlessly perfect, even more beautiful than Feng Qingcheng, who was known as the most beautiful woman in Jinling.
It was a pity that this woman possessed only a beautiful face and a cruel heart.
Baili Yang staggered to his feet and asked the question on everyone's mind: "When everyone else cannot use spiritual energy, what method did you use to be able to use it?"
He intentionally took a few steps back, increasing the distance between himself and Feng Ninghe, wary of her attack.
Without spiritual energy, they were like cripples. Feng Ninghe's cultivation had reached the Soul Transformation stage. If she wished, she could easily take the lives of everyone present!
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Feng Ninghe, each with their own thoughts.
Feng Ninghe's eyelids flickered slightly as she swept her gaze over the crowd. "This house is my divine artifact. I decide who stays and who leaves. If I don't wish for someone to stay, they will be expelled."
"Nonsense! How can this be your divine artifact? This is clearly ownerless property!"
"Even if it is a divine artifact, it belongs to the capable! How can you monopolize it!"
"Hand over the divine artifact quickly and let us in!"
To save their lives, the cultivators began to argue.
The wind and snow were biting, and it was getting colder outside. Staying outside for a night could cost them half their lives.
To survive, they spoke whatever came to mind.
Xiao Zhao contemptuously spat outside the house and rolled his eyes.
Master, these people are truly shameless.
Even though the divine artifact has become yours, they still wish to seize it!
Feng Ninghe dismissed them with a disdainful look. Her clean, fair cheeks radiated a chilling aura. "Since you say it belongs to the capable, then I shall see if you have the ability."
Her cold female voice carried a hint of warning.
These people couldn't use spiritual energy, yet they dared to covet a divine artifact.
The cultivators fell silent, looking at each other.
If they stayed outside for a night, they might freeze to death. How could they bear to watch Feng Ninghe monopolize the wooden house?
Baili Yang bit his lip and looked at the disciples of the Tianyan Sect behind him. "Fellow disciples, the situation has come to this. We have no other choice but to fight with all our might. If we freeze to death, it would be a disgrace!"
For cultivators to be frozen to death by wind and snow would be a laughing matter if it got out.
The disciples of the Tianyan Sect agreed, nodding in unison. "Indeed, rather than freezing to death outside, it's better to do everything we can to get into the house for warmth!"
"If this continues, we won't have the energy to venture deeper into the secret realm. We'll die in this snowy land before we even find any treasures!"
As the discussions reached his ears, Baili Yang's lips curved upwards. He then turned his gaze to the disciples of other sects. "I hope all of you will lend me a hand. If we manage to take the wooden house, perhaps we can take turns staying inside."
Taking turns was the best solution, at least they wouldn't have to endure the wind and snow constantly.
The sky was darkening, and there were still many hours until dawn.
Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.
Baili Yang glared fiercely at the wooden house and waved his hand at the crowd. "Cultivators, obey my command! Now is the time to act!"
The cultivators, as if their lives depended on it, swarmed towards the wooden house!
A group of people stood aside, doing nothing.
These were the people of the Liunian Sect.
Leading them was Su Xian. Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably as she watched everything unfold.
If she could still use spiritual energy, she might have been able to help Feng Ninghe. But now, unable to use her powers, she needed to protect the safety of the Liunian Sect members.
Only after ensuring her fellow disciples' safety could she offer assistance.
"Miss Su, do you think Feng Ninghe can handle it?" a disciple of the Liunian Sect asked, looking at the scene with some trepidation.
So many people rushing forward, it was a miracle the house hadn't been damaged.
Su Xian's pupils contracted slightly as she bit her lip. "Didn't they say this house is a divine artifact? If it's a divine artifact, it won't be easily damaged."
If they were facing cultivators who could use spiritual energy, it was uncertain if the house could be protected. But now, these cultivators couldn't use spiritual energy and could only rely on basic swords and blades. They might not be able to shake the wooden house.
Feng Ninghe watched them with amusement, her gaze fixed on the crowd.
The cultivators who had charged forward with fierce determination were all repelled by the wooden house, without exception.
Their bodies were flung high into the air, tracing an arc before crashing onto the ground in a sorry state.
Feng Ninghe's expression was icy. She casually leaned against something, leisurely munching on a fruit.
As if struck by a thought, she clicked her tongue and remarked, "You guys are falling quite miserably. I advise you to save your strength. The night is long, and you have a long way to go. If you save some energy, you might even be able to collect your own corpses."
Her slightly mocking voice only fueled the crowd's anger.
They fought with renewed vigor, charging forward one after another.
But no matter how many of them came, it was all in vain.
Xiao Zhao, with a fruit in his mouth and his plump body held high, lazily watched the scene.
The person and the beast seemed like uninvolved bystanders, enjoying their leisure.
The more relaxed they were, the more enraged the cultivators became. But no matter how hard they tried, they were only humiliating themselves.
A disciple of the Xuanqing Sect nervously bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe. "Sister Ziling, we can't even step into the wooden house. What should we do now?"
Mei Ziling also stared at Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe sat there at ease, appearing detached from worldly affairs.
The cultivators realized all their efforts were futile and slumped to the ground powerlessly, their eyes burning with envy as they looked at Feng Ninghe.
The vast house contained only Feng Ninghe.
They, however, were left to brave the wind outside.
"If only I could go inside too. It's such a waste of a large house for just one person!"