Di Wenbin's eyes were red and swollen, and a sourness rose in his nose. "Father, I still need to inherit the Immortal Sect. This setback won't defeat me."
Di Yang took a deep breath, struggling to control his emotions, and nodded heavily. "It's good that you're back..."
The last time he saw Di Wenbin, the child was just a wisp of remnant soul, unconscious.
This time, Di Wenbin stood before him, unharmed.
Di Yang didn't know how Di Wenbin had reshaped his body, but he knew it must be Feng Ninghe's doing.
He looked at Feng Ninghe with a hint of gratitude.
He would remember this kindness.
"Young Sect Master, you're not dead?"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect cautiously approached, their gazes disbelieving as they fell upon him.
Looking at the familiar faces before him, Di Wenbin flashed a brilliant smile. "Not only am I not dead, but I'm alive and well. I still have many things to do, how could I be willing to die?"
Although his talent wasn't outstanding, it wasn't bad either. He had a bright future ahead and hadn't lived enough yet.
"Di Wenbin is actually not dead?"
Baili Yang's eyes widened, a hint of doubt in them. "Didn't they say Feng Ninghe killed Di Wenbin? How did he walk out of the First Sect?"
At this moment, the surrounding cultivators were stunned, each speculating about what had happened.
Feng Qingcheng clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with sharp light. "I personally brought back his corpse. His body was already cold then."
Tang Zun nodded in agreement at this moment. "That's right, I personally cremated his body. He was clearly dead, how could he still be alive?"
Feng Qingcheng raised the long sword in her hand and strode towards Di Wenbin, her eyes blazing with sharp light. "Di Wenbin is dead. This person must be an imposter. I will expose his true face now."
Whether the Di Wenbin before her was real or fake, he had to die.
Mei Ziling excitedly covered her mouth, her eyes moist, a myriad of emotions dancing in them. "He... he's actually still alive!"
She had thought Di Wenbin was dead, which was why she had desperately sought an explanation from Feng Ninghe.
She never expected Di Wenbin to still be alive.
Mei Honghou also couldn't hide his astonishment, his brows furrowed. "This matter caused a huge stir, everyone thought Di Wenbin was dead, and consequently targeted Feng Ninghe repeatedly. Di Yang and Tang Zun had no reason to lie, Di Wenbin must have been dead."
When Di Wenbin died, the grief on Di Yang's face was sincere and true, by no means a pretense.
"Then why is he alive?"
Mei Ziling couldn't conceal her astonishment.
Mei Honghou gently shook his head, stating his thoughts. "I don't know why he's alive. Perhaps he came back from the dead."
Mei Ziling fell silent, her intense gaze fixed on Di Wenbin.
She was eager to step forward, but seeing the people surrounding Di Wenbin, she forcibly stopped herself.
Everyone was gathered around Di Wenbin, surrounding him three layers deep.
They kept asking, "Young Sect Master, it's truly wonderful that you're alright. What exactly happened?"
"Yes, everyone said you were killed by Feng Ninghe, and the Sect Master personally cremated your body. Did the Sect Master mistake someone?"
At this moment, the disciples of the Immortal Sect were filled with doubt, unable to fathom the truth of the matter.
Facing their questions, Di Wenbin smiled, his gaze falling upon them unhurriedly. "Everyone, please don't worry. I will explain these matters to you slowly later. There are more important things to handle now."
He had been waiting for this day all along.
Too many doubts lingered in his heart, and only Feng Qingcheng could answer them.
"Junior Brother Di."
Feng Qingcheng walked out from the crowd, stopping to look quietly at Di Wenbin.
The young man before her was dignified and imposing. His face, having experienced life and death, had shed its childishness, appearing much more mature.
The familiar yet strange face made Feng Qingcheng bite her lip. At this moment, she confirmed that the person before her was indeed Di Wenbin.
Based on their years of interaction and understanding, she could recognize Di Wenbin instantly.
A few wisps of killing intent began to surge in her heart.
Di Wenbin had to die again, and this was her only chance!
Di Wenbin tilted his head to meet Feng Qingcheng's gaze, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
The grievances that had been weighing on his heart for days erupted instantly.
His expression became more meaningful as he quietly gazed at the woman before him. "Feng Qingcheng, I finally get to see you."
No one knew how much he had wanted to see Feng Qingcheng and settle the score.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes darkened, and she tightened her grip on her long sword. "You are not Di Wenbin."
The familiar female voice reached his ears, yet it sounded utterly strange.
Di Wenbin chuckled as if he had heard a joke. "Feng Qingcheng, if I'm not Di Wenbin, then who else could I be? Or are you afraid to face me and want to evade responsibility?"
Feng Qingcheng raised her eyelids and suddenly swung her long sword, fiercely thrusting it towards Di Wenbin!
The sword was aimed at his chest.
"Wenbin!"
Di Yang cried out in alarm and rushed forward, intending to block the sword.
He had finally found Di Wenbin, how could he bear to see his beloved son in danger?
Feng Qingcheng secretly channeled the spiritual energy within her, accelerating her movements.
As long as the sword cut through his skin, the poison on the blade would instantly invade Di Wenbin's body.
Soon after, Di Wenbin would die, and the truth would be forever buried.
Even if someone doubted her, they could do nothing to her.
Before the sword could touch Di Wenbin, it was knocked away.
The one who made the move was Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe's icy gaze swept over Feng Qingcheng, her expression cold. "Feng Qingcheng, I'd like to see what other colossal lies you can concoct."
The moment this woman approached Di Wenbin, she had been on guard and ready to act.
She didn't believe Feng Qingcheng would behave herself. The reality was just as she had expected; Feng Qingcheng would never act passively, but would try every means to silence witnesses.
Feng Qingcheng did not give up, and fiercely flung a handful of poison powder.
Feng Ninghe was prepared. With a wave of her hand, she dispersed the poison powder.
She moved her fingers slightly, and a long whip shot out from her spatial jade bracelet, binding Feng Qingcheng tightly.
Feng Ninghe tilted her head, crossing her arms, her expression playful, as if watching a show. "Feng Qingcheng, do you really think you can silence witnesses again?"
She had been prepared all along, and no matter how Feng Qingcheng acted, she could handle it with ease.
"What is this?"
Tang Zun walked over from the side, blocking Feng Qingcheng.
Feng Qingcheng saw hope and quickly exclaimed, "Master! Save me!"
He raised his horsetail whisk, intending to untie the long whip.
But no matter how he acted, the long whip remained tightly bound around Feng Qingcheng, showing no sign of loosening.