Di Wenbin's eyes also darkened, anger flashing in his gaze. "I truly don't know what methods she used to climb her way up to the King of Hell. How could the dignified King of Hell be infatuated with such a woman? But Sister Qingcheng has been in Shi Wan for a long time, we must go in and see."
Wang Junzhao added with slight approval, "Indeed, with the King of Hell backing Feng Ninghe, she might do something excessive. Sister Qingcheng has suffered enough grievances over the years, let's go in and take a look."
Before they could step into Shi Wan, they were stopped by Chi Xia.
"Two disciples of the Immortal Sect, I must report to the eldest young lady before I can allow you to enter."
Chi Xia spoke politely to the two before her.
Di Wenbin, already seething with rage, flicked his sleeve and sent her flying, grumbling indignantly, "A mere maidservant, daring to stop me?"
It was one thing to be disciplined by Sixth Master, but Feng Ninghe had to interfere as well. Now, even an insignificant little maid could block his path. He was, after all, the son of the Immortal Sect Leader. Would it be that next time even cats and dogs could ride over him?
*Bang!*
Chi Xia's body crashed heavily onto the ground, a mouthful of blood spewing from her lips. She felt as if her internal organs were about to disintegrate, her entire body aching terribly.
Di Wenbin casually clapped his hands and looked down at Chi Xia with arrogance, "This is just a small punishment today. If you dare to block me again in the future, I will make sure you regret it!"
Naturally, one picks on the weaker ones. He couldn't contend with Feng Ninghe, but it was no problem to take his anger out on the maidservant beside her, and vent his frustration. Why not?
"Senior Brother Di, let's go in quickly."
Wang Junzhao glanced at Chi Xia, quickly withdrew his gaze, and repeatedly called out, "Sister Qingcheng, where are you!"
In the pavilion.
Xiao Zhao put down the chicken bone he had finished gnawing on, his sapphire eyes warily scanning the surroundings, and whispered a warning. Someone was coming!
Feng Ninghe had just grabbed Feng Qingcheng's wrist and had not yet made a move when she heard two noisy voices approaching.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes lit up as if she had seen hope. She used all her might to shout, "Junior Brother Di, I'm here!" She specifically channeled a thread of spiritual energy to carry her voice further.
The moment he heard the female voice, Di Wenbin quickly pointed in a direction and quickened his pace, "Sister Qingcheng is indeed here! Let's go in quickly."
The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, and Feng Qingcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glared fiercely at Feng Ninghe, and even though she was extremely weak, she did not forget to utter a harsh threat, "Feng Ninghe, as long as I have one breath left, you will never have a good day!" Five years ago, she should have personally reduced Feng Ninghe to ashes! Who would have thought that Feng Ninghe would climb up to the King of Hell and have Immortal Xu as her master.
The warning words did not cause Feng Ninghe's expression to change. She lowered her eyes and quietly looked at Feng Qingcheng, "You are lucky today, I will spare you for now. In the future, when you see me, you must behave yourself."
Feng Qingcheng was so angry that her face turned green and then white. On her disheveled face, she looked particularly ferocious. "You! You wretched woman!" She struggled to get up, but found no strength at all.
"Sister Qingcheng!"
Wang Junzhao rushed forward as if he had seen something terrifying. Seeing Feng Qingcheng covered in blood, lying motionless and disheveled on the ground, Di Wenbin's expression panicked and he quickly rushed over.
The appearance of two familiar figures made Feng Qingcheng's emotions surge, but due to the excessive movement, she directly lost consciousness.
Seeing the dying Feng Qingcheng, Di Wenbin's eyes were filled with rage, and he glared at Feng Ninghe indignantly, "You wicked woman, what did you do to Sister Qingcheng! How could you harm her to this state!"
Wang Junzhao trembled as he helped Feng Qingcheng up and quickly took out a spiritual pill, feeding it to her. Feng Qingcheng's injuries were merely superficial and not life-threatening. Although she looked severely injured, she would not be in danger of her life with proper care. However... the scar on Feng Qingcheng's abdomen would likely never disappear.
Feng Ninghe quietly gazed at the two before her and said unhurriedly, "An eye for an eye, these are all things she deserves." The wound on her abdomen was also present. She had deliberately left it there to remind herself to seek revenge.
"Nonsense! What crime can't be fabricated! Sister Qingcheng is kind and benevolent, this is just an excuse you've made for yourself!" Di Wenbin said indignantly, his eyes seeming to spew flames as he stared at her.
Feng Ninghe lightly raised her eyebrows, calmly meeting his angry gaze, and said slowly, "Feng Qingcheng injured me first back then, and now I'm just collecting some interest. You two fools have been thoroughly brainwashed, worthy of being disciples of the Immortal Sect." Her good impression of the Immortal Sect had plummeted. A sect that could produce such scoundrels was likely not a good place.
"What nonsense are you talking about! The Immortal Sect is noble, so many people dream of entering it. Someone like you will never set foot in the Immortal Sect in this lifetime!" Di Wenbin roared indignantly.
Wang Junzhao quickly tugged at Di Wenbin's sleeve and whispered, "Senior Brother Di, the priority is to treat Sister Qingcheng, and we shouldn't linger here." Her eyes, looking at Feng Ninghe, were filled with timidity. This woman not only had higher cultivation than them but also had the King of Hell as her backer, making her not to be trifled with.
Di Wenbin then seemed to remember something and quickly helped Feng Qingcheng up. Watching the group hastily depart, Feng Ninghe did not forget to remind them, "Don't forget to remind Feng Guangyao that I'm still waiting for his list of how the compensation funds were used." Her light voice, though pleasant, made them grit their teeth.
Di Wenbin carried the blood-soaked Feng Qingcheng out of Shi Wan, drawing much discussion from the onlookers. Feng Qingcheng's embarrassing display at the palace banquet led people to believe that even a heavenly pride daughter was nothing special. "The second young lady came from the eldest young lady's place, could the eldest young lady have injured the second young lady to this extent?" "No! The second young lady is already a Nascent Soul cultivator, the eldest young lady couldn't have harmed her. I think it was Immortal Xu who injured her..." The younger generation of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion chattered amongst themselves. Now that Feng Ninghe had gained the King of Hell's favor, her status and position had immediately changed. Even if Feng Qingcheng's incident was related to Feng Ninghe, no one dared to seek retribution from her.
In the room. Feng Qingcheng lay there, half-dead. Even superficial wounds were enough for her to endure. Feng Ninghe's dagger was coated with a special medicinal juice. Once she exerted force to relieve the pain, the injury would only worsen. Even with spiritual pills, the wound would heal, but the scar would remain. Madam Zhang carefully applied medicine to Feng Qingcheng. Apart from the maids and Feng Tongtong helping to hand the medicine, everyone else waited outside the room. Looking at the numerous wounds, Madam Zhang frowned, her eyes filled with heartache. Feng Tongtong had become a cripple, and now Feng Qingcheng was in this state. It was all Feng Ninghe's fault! This wretched woman, since her return, had thrown the entire Feng family into chaos. "Damn Feng Ninghe!"