Xiao Zhao clicked her tongue, staring at the two people before her with a sigh. She moved her lips and mocked them softly.
So, karma has come for you, hasn't it?
Do you think you can provoke Master and get away with it!
Di Wenbin's face stiffened. He gritted his teeth and looked at her, "The bet was just a small matter, not worth mentioning. I don't think Miss Feng would care."
In his eyes, Feng Ninghe was a useless person. Who would have thought that this woman actually had the ability to tame the Thunder Leopard?
Di Wenbin regretted it to the point of his intestines turning green. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have boasted. Now he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet!
Wang Junzhao apologized with a fawning smile, "Miss Feng, we were blind and said some joking words. Please don't take them to heart."
Everyone turned their gaze to them, whispering and discussing.
To the cultivators, these two disciples of the Immortal Sect, relying on their status, were lawless. Now that they've been taught a lesson, who could they blame?
For a moment, they were even looking forward to seeing how Feng Ninghe would discipline these two arrogant disciples of the Immortal Sect.
In the past, they would have been respectful and afraid to offend the disciples of the immortal sects. Now that they had encountered a tough nut like Feng Ninghe, there would be a good show to watch!
"Joking words?"
Feng Ninghe acted as if she had heard a joke. Her delicate face was laced with a chilling aura, and her voice was cold and thin, "When we made the bet, you were so confident, it didn't seem like you were joking. Now that you've lost the bet, you say it was a joke. Are you perhaps sore losers?"
Di Wenbin and Wang Junzhao were naturally sore losers, but how could they admit it?
Di Wenbin clenched his sleeves, biting his lip, and hurriedly said, "What do I have to lose? I apologize for my lack of foresight. I hope Miss Feng can forgive me."
He said this unwillingly. Compared to the punishment, such words were nothing.
He would rather apologize than kneel in public and call Feng Ninghe "Grandfather."
The last time, at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, he had already lost all face. This time, there were even more onlookers. With so many eyes on him, he absolutely could not kneel, or he would disgrace himself all the way to the Immortal Sect!
"That's right, and me too."
Wang Junzhao did not hesitate to take out a exquisite jade pendant, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance. "Feng Ninghe, this jade pendant is a unique item of the Immortal Sect. As compensation, I am willing to give you the jade pendant. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can use this jade pendant to seek help from the Immortal Sect."
Her arrogant expression seemed to imply: Giving you this jade pendant is already showing you great respect.
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows and her gaze swept over the jade pendant, clearly not taking it seriously.
Di Wenbin thought she was dissatisfied with the amount. He took out a pile of bottles and jars from his storage bag. "Feng Ninghe, these pills are all third-grade pills, and some of them are even fourth-grade. Should you be satisfied now?"
These pills were common in Jinling, but in the Li Kingdom, fourth-grade pills were extremely rare.
Feng Ninghe stood still, not even glancing at the pills.
Di Wenbin raised his eyebrows in surprise, scrutinizing the woman before him, and secretly speculated in his heart.
Could it be that Feng Ninghe had never seen so many expensive pills before and was stunned into silence?
The cultivators watching immediately changed their expressions upon seeing so many pills.
"As expected of the only son of the Immortal Sect's Sect Master, his generosity is indeed extraordinary. These are fourth-grade pills, extremely precious."
"If such good fortune were to fall upon me, how wonderful that would be! I've never even tasted what a fourth-grade pill is like!"
The cultivators cast envious glances, and they also believed in their hearts that Feng Ninghe would be tempted.
In the crowd, Feng Qingcheng looked disdainfully, her head held high, and let out a low scoff, "Mere pills have captivated her so much? I thought she had some skill after successfully taming beasts. Now it seems I overestimated her."
Madam Zhang, with a hint of unease in her heart, asked, "Qingcheng, will she come looking for you to settle accounts later?"
"She dares?"
Feng Qingcheng raised her eyebrows, a chilling glint in her eyes, and said fiercely, "If she has the guts, I can use this opportunity to teach her a good lesson and let her know that there are always people better than her!"
Seeing Feng Qingcheng's confident demeanor, Madam Zhang withdrew her gaze, thinking she was being overly worried.
Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Feng Ninghe crossed her arms, her posture relaxed, and looked at him.
This chilling gaze made people tremble.
Feng Ninghe opened her lips and said slowly, "Sister does not fancy your pills. Kneel down and call me Grandfather."
"You!"
Di Wenbin's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "Don't push your luck! I am the son of the Immortal Sect's Sect Master. Are you trying to offend the entire Immortal Sect?"
If Di Wenbin were an ordinary disciple, it would be fine. But he was the Sect Master's son.
Offending him meant offending the Immortal Sect.
This was also why Feng Qingcheng had brought Di Wenbin back. No matter how arrogant Feng Ninghe was, she absolutely could not withstand the retaliation of the entire Immortal Sect.
At that time, even without her making a move, someone would deal with Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe was unmoved, her face cold as she looked directly at him, "A bet is a bet. Kneel down and call me grandfather a hundred times. You can get up when you're done."
Not far away, the Empress and the Emperor of Li were watching all this quietly.
The Empress said with some trepidation, "Should we intervene? Ninghe is still young and doesn't understand the consequences. If she offends the Immortal Sect, it will be of no benefit to her."
The Empress's worries were understandable.
The Immortal Sect had many powerful cultivators, and any one of them could easily crush Feng Ninghe.
It was better to have one more friend than one more enemy.
The Emperor of Li smiled, his eyes filled with both helplessness and admiration. "Although she is young, she has a fiery spirit, just like the Duke of Zhenguo back then. She asked me not to interfere just now, so as not to implicate me in trouble."
As the king of a country, the Emperor of Li's word was his bond. Since he had agreed not to participate, he would not intervene.
Even if the Immortal Sect held him accountable in the future, he would have an explanation.
Feng Ninghe's words were not impulsive; she had considered everything and was not afraid of offending the Immortal Sect.
The Empress's gaze immediately changed, and her eyes on Feng Ninghe held a hint of pity. "This child... can only protect herself in this way."
If Feng Ninghe were bullied today, the world would only think she had no backbone, and in the future, anyone could bully her.
If she feared no one in the Immortal Sect, then in the future, no one would dare to offend her.
Di Wenbin and Wang Junzhao's faces turned ashen. They exchanged glances.
Di Wenbin gritted his teeth, but he had to suppress his anger and persuade her kindly, "Feng Ninghe, if you're willing, then so be it. Our past grievances will be settled, and I will never bother you again."
Kneeling to the Sixth Master was one thing, and he could accept that might makes right.
But if he were to kneel to Feng Ninghe according to the bet, it would become a lifelong joke!
Wang Junzhao also did not want to lose face. Kneeling to such a person, he said with all sorts of pleasantries, "Feng Ninghe, Senior Brother Di is the Sect Master's son. Let's discuss this properly. If you have any needs in the future, we can still help you."