Sensing Di Wenbin's abnormality, Di Yang gently patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Wenbin, I never imagined Feng Qingcheng's heart could be so cruel. The Immortal Sect wasted so much medicinal material nurturing her."
Di Wenbin let out a sigh and said no more.
Feng Ninghe continued, "What about Wang Junzhao's death?"
"Wang Junzhao..."
Mentioning the familiar name, Feng Qingcheng's laughter grew more maniacal. A gust of wind swept by, blowing off the veil she wore.
Her face, covered in dark blemishes, was utterly grotesque.
Coupled with her cold, feminine voice, she resembled a vengeful spirit.
Feng Qingcheng, with her hideous face, cackled, "I personally peeled off her skin! And replaced it with mine. The damned Black Lychee left me with not a single complete piece of skin, so I had to take hers."
"You... you are truly heartless."
Even Feng Ninghe couldn't help but lower her gaze.
She stopped shaking the spatial jade bracelet. Even without the sonic attack, Feng Qingcheng had already descended into madness.
Feng Qingcheng tilted her head, her smile wickedly evil. "Wang Junzhao herself admitted she would do anything for me. She said those words, and I was merely acting according to her wishes."
Di Wenbin found it unbelievable. He clenched his fists, biting his lip. "How could this be... Junzhao has always been obedient and well-behaved. Whatever you said, she did. How could you even bring yourself to harm her!"
"Wang Junzhao died a tragic death, her skin ripped from her body! I never expected she was murdered by Feng Qingcheng!"
"Wang Junzhao's eyes were wide open when she died. Recalling it now is truly terrifying!"
"One knows a person's face but not their heart. Now that Feng Qingcheng's face is so ugly, looking like this monstrous apparition, she deserves it..."
The disciples of the Immortal Sect began to whisper amongst themselves again, pointing at Feng Qingcheng and gossiping.
The murmurs reached Feng Qingcheng's ears, filling her with rage. Her already grotesque face contorted even further. "Wang Junzhao was willing! She would do anything for me! I was merely fulfilling her wish!"
"How terrifying..."
"Is this woman truly Feng Qingcheng?"
Some timid cultivators in the crowd shrank back, fearing they might attract Feng Qingcheng's attention.
"Then what about me! You stabbed me through the chest, taking my life. How will you compensate me?"
A male voice suddenly rang out.
Di Wenbin now held a long sword in his hand.
He gritted his teeth as if suppressing something, repeatedly making a decision in his mind.
The face before him, disfigured and utterly terrifying, also made Di Wenbin feel like he was looking at a stranger.
When did Feng Qingcheng become like this? Or, as Feng Ninghe suggested, was this her true nature all along, merely masked in front of others? https:/
"Compensate you?"
Feng Qingcheng scoffed as if she had heard a joke. "You can die by my hand, and consider it a death befitting your station. If it's a fitting death, isn't it only natural to contribute a little for me?"
Her frenzied voice was utterly arrogant.
Baili Yang was shocked. He clutched his aching chest and stood up.
He had thought Feng Ninghe was the epitome of evil, the one who deserved to die.
But now, the true culprit was Feng Qingcheng, and Feng Ninghe had transformed into Di Wenbin's savior.
Had he been deceived by Feng Qingcheng?
At this moment, Feng Qingcheng's face was a mess. The black spots on her face resembled the lividity found on a corpse.
Looking at the hideous Feng Qingcheng, Baili Yang instinctively took a step back.
How had the usually gentle Feng Qingcheng become like this?
Di Wenbin shook his head in disbelief, muttering softly, "Feng Qingcheng, you've gone mad."
"I've gone mad?"
Feng Qingcheng raised her eyebrows defiantly, her sharp voice threatening to pierce eardrums, utterly terrifying. "You are the ones who are mad! Feng Ninghe is a little slut, and you are all deceived by her, speaking up for her. That's madness!"
Di Wenbin raised his long sword, pointing it at Feng Qingcheng's chest.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
In his eyes, their years of association were not mere illusions.
Even if he were to die by Feng Qingcheng's hand, he still couldn't bear to strike her.
"Feng Qingcheng, you stabbed me that day. Today, I will return that stab to you!"
Di Wenbin made up his mind. His eyes sharpened, and he suddenly thrust the long sword towards Feng Qingcheng's chest!
The sword pierced her chest. Crimson blood immediately splattered out, staining her clothes.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened. She looked down at the sword embedded in her chest. Pain instantly flooded her limbs. Her voice trembled with agony, "Di... Di Wenbin... you actually attacked me?"
Di Wenbin took a deep breath, struggling to control his emotions. "Feng Qingcheng, with this sword, we are severed. You are no longer a disciple of the Immortal Sect."
Not far away.
Under a large tree.
Su Hongxiu's hand, which was fanning her, paused slightly. She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise. "The sword was off target. He still spared Feng Qingcheng's life?"
Given how Feng Qingcheng had treated Di Wenbin, she shouldn't have shown mercy.
This deliberately off-target stab offered a chance at survival for a cultivator.
Axi covered Si Xin Xin's eyes with his hands, gently reminding her, "Miss, the scene is too bloody and not suitable for viewing."
Si Xin Xin pouted in dissatisfaction but still stood obediently in place.
Xiao Zhao stared at everything with his bright blue eyes, his small fists clenched tightly.
Feng Qingcheng had harmed his master to this extent. She deserved to die.
However, he felt no satisfaction. He felt it was far from enough.
If she were to die so easily, it would be letting Feng Qingcheng off too lightly.
Di Wenbin withdrew his long sword, which was now covered in blood.
Crimson blood dripped onto the ground.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened. Her body, wracked with pain, collapsed to the ground. She moved her lips in disbelief. "I am a Nascent Soul cultivator. Your cultivation is far below mine, yet you dare to attack me?"
"Is your revenge complete?" Feng Ninghe turned to look at Di Wenbin, her clear voice devoid of emotion.
Di Wenbin averted his gaze and nodded slightly. "This sword has severed years of affection. Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate."
Feng Ninghe looked at Feng Qingcheng and strode towards her.
Her icy gaze swept down, looking at Feng Qingcheng as if she were already dead. "Feng Qingcheng, now it's my turn for revenge."
She and Feng Qingcheng still had a large debt to settle.
Her chilling voice sent shivers down one's spine.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened. She snapped back to reality and met Feng Ninghe's gaze. "You... what do you want to do!"
Feng Ninghe curled her lips, a hint of coldness in her eyes. "Years ago, you personally cut open my abdomen and forcefully removed my child, causing my child to lose their mother from birth. Now you have framed me repeatedly and even caused the death of Immortal Xu! Old and new grudges, tell me, what do you think I want to do?"