Tang Zun's eyes widened in disbelief. "Not long ago, your cultivation was clearly only at the Nascent Soul stage, how have you reached the Soul Transformation realm now!"
For a young man to reach the Nascent Soul stage at such a tender age was proof enough of his genius, but now, his cultivation had reached the Soul Transformation realm!
Feng Xing's handsome face showed little change, and he opened his mouth unhurriedly, "I just broke through to the Soul Transformation realm today. What's so surprising?"
His composed demeanor made cultivation seem like a trivial matter.
After Elder Xu's death, he had fallen into deep self-reproach.
If his cultivation had not been so low, why would others have needed to protect him?
From then on, he cultivated with all his might, solely for the day he could protect those he wished to protect.
Tang Zun suppressed the astonishment on his face and secretly gritted his teeth. He still scoffed disdainfully, "You only broke through to the Soul Transformation realm today, and you still dare to compare yourself to me?"
He was the renowned Tang Zun of Jinling, how could he be compared to this mere insignificant rat before him.
Tang Zun raised his guard to the fullest and charged fiercely at Feng Xing!
The two figures became locked in a tight struggle.
The commotion here successfully drew the surrounding cultivators into a buzz of discussion. "Who is that young man? His cultivation is so powerful that he can contend with Tang Zun!"
"That young man calls Feng Ninghe 'Master', he belongs to Feng Ninghe!"
"A young man with such cultivation calls Feng Ninghe 'Master'! A talent like this would be a coveted prize anywhere!"
The cultivators watched with great interest.
Their gazes constantly flickered between Feng Xing and Feng Qingcheng, as if they wished they could split in two to watch both scenes simultaneously.
Feng Xing's actions caused Feng Ninghe's lips to curve upwards, and a look of relief appeared in her eyes.
This child was truly promising.
Even without her protection in the future, Feng Xing would be able to roam the Xuanzhou Continent with his own strength.
In just a moment, Feng Ninghe withdrew her gaze, her eyes returning to their cool state.
With several daggers falling, Feng Qingcheng had already become a bloody mess, crying out in agony on the ground.
Fresh blood flowed continuously from her wounds, staining the soil red.
Even though Feng Qingcheng was covered in injuries, on the verge of death, and lying pathetically on the ground, she did not forget to curse, her angry eyes fixed fiercely on Feng Ninghe.
"Feng Ninghe, you little slut!"
"The cycle of karma will eventually bring you retribution!"
Di Wenbin felt a pang of pity and turned his head away.
Feng Ninghe's eyes condescended from above, her expression icy. "My revenge is complete. Next is Elder Xu's revenge."
Feng Qingcheng's gaze flickered, and she tried to struggle to her feet, but she had no strength whatsoever. Her entire body was wracked with pain, and she clung to life solely by her hatred. "What else do you want to do?"
Feng Ninghe raised her hand, and the daggers lying on the ground moved and fell into her palm.
"Feng Ninghe, that's enough!"
Baili Yang rushed forward and warned in a low voice, "You should be satisfied with her current state. After all, she is also a member of the Feng family, your sister."
Everything that had happened today overturned Baili Yang's perception.
He had never imagined that Feng Qingcheng had hidden so many things in secret, but he still believed that Feng Qingcheng was innocent and forced into it.
If Feng Ninghe hadn't caused trouble, how could Feng Qingcheng have resorted to such measures?
Feng Ninghe did not look directly at Baili Yang. With a gentle flick of her sleeve, his entire body was instantly sent flying, crashing heavily backward!
Seeing Feng Ninghe approaching step by step, Feng Qingcheng felt the terror of death.
She struggled to move her body and retreated backward, looking at Feng Ninghe in panic. "Feng Ninghe, don't kill me! As long as you spare my life, we can discuss anything!"
Feng Qingcheng quickly turned her gaze to the members of the Immortal Sect. "Save me quickly! If you save me, I will bestow upon you a lifetime of wealth and prosperity! Sect Master Di, I am the most talented junior in the sect, capable of bringing endless benefits to the sect!"
Despite her pleas, no one helped her.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect, who had once been favored by her, dared not utter a single word.
In their eyes, offending Feng Ninghe would bring no good consequences. With the First Sect and the King of Hell as her backing, offending Feng Ninghe at such a critical moment was simply courting death.
Moreover, Feng Qingcheng was wicked and deserved her fate. Such a person was not even worth regretting if she died.
Di Yang let out a soft sigh and slowly closed his eyes. "I also bear responsibility for Immortal Xu's matter. If I hadn't listened to slander back then and believed Feng Ninghe had killed my son, I wouldn't have agreed to Feng Qingcheng's plan."
Di Wenbin lowered his gaze, looking somewhat dejected. "Father, it's not just us, but all the cultivators in Jinling who should apologize."
The people of Jinling had believed slander, repeatedly targeted Feng Ninghe, constantly gossiped about her in private, and even attacked and besieged her because of it.
Even those close to Feng Ninghe had been harmed.
Di Yang said no more, but a few wisps of faint light quietly crept into his eyes.
He owed Feng Ninghe a great debt, and at the same time, he felt immense guilt...
Feng Qingcheng's eyes darted around desperately, hoping someone would step forward to help.
The surrounding cultivators, fearing being caught in the crossfire, did not step forward to intervene.
Some cultivators even deliberately took a step back.
Feng Qingcheng was in despair.
Normally, these people were busy flattering her, sparing no effort to offer all sorts of precious treasures, yet now, not a single one stepped forward to help or speak a good word.
"Feng Qingcheng, do you know what the cycle of karma is? This is the cycle of karma."
A clear female voice fell from above Feng Qingcheng's head.
She looked up in a panic, meeting Feng Ninghe's gaze.
Feng Ninghe, clad in white, her graceful figure seemed to be shrouded in mist, her smooth black hair cascading freely, stirred by the wind.
The serene face before her was exquisitely beautiful and translucent. Her calm black eyes were as unfathomable as the deep sea, carrying a hint of aloofness.
She was like an unapproachable celestial maiden, causing people to hesitate.
Feng Qingcheng could no longer afford to care about her dignity. She tightly grasped Feng Ninghe's skirt hem, repeatedly begging for mercy. "Feng Ninghe, please spare me! I know I was wrong. From now on, I will live a good life and repent!"
Looking at Feng Qingcheng, who was crying and begging, Feng Ninghe remained unmoved.
The surrounding cultivators gasped in amazement.
The once noble and unattainable most beautiful woman of Jinling was now kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, her face covered in dark spots, terrifying and hideous.
And then there was Feng Ninghe, poised and elegant, her exquisite features beautiful yet serene. She was the one who should be called the most beautiful woman of Jinling!
"I'd say Feng Ninghe is the true most beautiful woman of Jinling. Even if Feng Qingcheng's appearance were not ruined, she still wouldn't compare to Feng Ninghe."
"Who would have thought that the real culprit was Feng Qingcheng? We have been misunderstanding Feng Ninghe all along; she is the most innocent one."
"A woman like Feng Qingcheng, who cries wolf and is vicious at heart, is the one who truly deserves to die!"