The pressure did not move Feng Ninghe; instead, she raised her delicate eyebrows.
The moment spiritual energy spread from Feng Qingcheng, she could clearly sense the instability of the spiritual energy within Feng Qingcheng.
Logically, one's aura should not be so chaotic, nor spiritual energy so weak, upon reaching the Nascent Soul realm through normal cultivation.
It seemed Feng Qingcheng's cultivation to reach Nascent Soul was not simple.
Feng Ninghe stood firm, her figure unwavering, unaffected by the pressure. This caused Feng Qingcheng to raise her eyebrows slightly in surprise, "You actually have a way to stand so straight?"
Feng Ninghe's expression was calm, her gaze sweeping over Feng Qingcheng. Her voice slowly descended, "Feng Qingcheng, your aura seems unstable."
Her hidden thoughts exposed, Feng Qingcheng's face paled. Her aura flared, and her slender hand already gripped the hilt of a long sword.
With a swing of her sword, a sharp blade fiercely attacked Feng Ninghe.
Although Feng Qingcheng's spiritual energy was unstable, her cultivation was still at Nascent Soul. A single sword strike was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Not far away.
Feng Guangyao and Zhang Shi stood quietly, each with their own thoughts.
Zhang Shi said with some trepidation, "If Feng Ninghe dies in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, the repercussions might not be good."
No matter what, this was the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. Feng Ninghe was the Duke of Zhenguo's only remaining descendant. If she died here, it would inevitably lead to outside gossip.
"So what? Dead is better than alive."
Feng Guangyao said without hesitation, his eyes fixed on the long sword, eagerly awaiting its descent. "Living will only lead to endless trouble. Dead is easier to deal with."
Once dead, it would be over. Even if outsiders gossiped, it was better than her constantly causing trouble while alive.
As long as she died, the power within the Feng family would once again fall into Feng Guangyao's hands.
Zhang Shi's unease was instantly dispelled, and a flicker of anticipation appeared in her eyes.
With this sword strike, Feng Ninghe would cease to exist.
The grievances suffered by Feng Tongtong would finally be avenged.
*Peng!*
The long sword slammed heavily onto the ground.
A long crack split the earth.
Feng Ninghe nimbly dodged to the side.
"You actually dodged it?" Feng Qingcheng was shocked.
She had used all her strength in this move, aiming for a fatal blow to eliminate any future trouble.
She had thought of everything, but never expected this little slut to evade it.
Feng Ninghe glanced at the cracked ground, clicking her tongue in feigned admiration, "The power is quite substantial."
Feng Qingcheng's eyes narrowed, a fierce glint appearing within them. Her voice carried a warning, "You were lucky to dodge my attack, but you won't be so fortunate next time."
Her gaze was fixed intently on Feng Ninghe; at this moment, she only wanted Feng Ninghe's life.
The secret from five years ago should be buried forever and never discovered.
If the King of Hell were to learn of Feng Ninghe's existence... her wealth and glory would crumble in an instant, turning to dust!
Feng Ninghe must die!
Lost in thought, Feng Qingcheng's expression grew colder. She raised her long sword, preparing to strike again.
Xiao Zhao, unable to bear it any longer, puffed out its cheeks and leaped forward, swiping its claws fiercely at Feng Qingcheng!
The Qilin doesn't roar, does it think I'm a sick Qilin!
Master, leave the rest to me!
Xiao Zhao was incredibly fast, managing to tear off a piece of Feng Qingcheng's collar.
The already low-cut neckline of her dress was pulled even lower, revealing her delicate, fair skin, which was exceptionally smooth and eye-catching.
"A foolish beast dares to attack me!"
Feng Qingcheng's face contorted with rage. She fiercely slapped at Xiao Zhao.
This palm strike carried potent spiritual energy.
It was sure to send this foolish beast flying!
Xiao Zhao wobbled its round body, deftly dodging the attack, and quickly returned to Feng Ninghe's shoulder, a look of disdain in its eyes.
It flicked its long tongue back and forth, as if showing off.
This big idiot thinks it can hurt me? Truly overestimating itself!
While Feng Ninghe was cultivating, Xiao Zhao had not been idle; it had also been cultivating.
Although it couldn't kill Feng Qingcheng with a single blow, successfully dodging was not a problem.
Master, once I become even stronger, I'll be able to kill her with one palm strike!
Feng Ninghe smiled, looking at Xiao Zhao with a hint of appreciation.
Her smile was perceived by Feng Qingcheng as mockery.
Feng Tongtong stared at Xiao Zhao in astonishment, her eyes behind the veil filled with ferocity, "Second Sister, you are a Nascent Soul cultivator. One strike should make a spirit beast explode. How is this foolish little beast still alive!"
Feng Qingcheng was equally surprised, looking at Xiao Zhao in disbelief.
As if realizing something, she gasped, "This is definitely not an ordinary spirit beast. Ordinary spirit beasts cannot dodge a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack. It must be a divine beast!"
"Divine beast?"
Feng Guangyao, unable to contain himself, hurried over from the side, his greedy gaze fixed on Xiao Zhao.
Who would have thought this tiny creature before them was not an ordinary spirit pet.
If one could obtain a divine beast, their strength would advance by leaps and bounds.
Zhang Shi was wondering how Feng Ninghe was still alive.
Upon hearing that Xiao Zhao's identity was extraordinary, Zhang Shi quickly came closer, her scrutinizing eyes examining Xiao Zhao inch by inch.
Feng Ninghe narrowed her eyes, sweeping a cold gaze over the people before her.
Even if they could discern that Xiao Zhao was not an ordinary spirit beast, so what?
With them alone, they would never be able to recognize Xiao Zhao as an ancient Qilin.
Nevertheless, it was enough for Feng Guangyao to set his sights on Xiao Zhao.
Feng Guangyao's gaze constantly roamed over Xiao Zhao, his greed evident. "Ninghe, with your cultivation, you cannot possibly control this divine beast. If others find out, they will try to snatch it. Why don't you hand this little beast over to me? Uncle will definitely take good care of it for you."
Feng Qingcheng's eyes were filled with jealousy, her voice sounding somewhat frantic, "Feng Ninghe, your cultivation is too low to protect a divine beast, and you might even end up harming yourself. Why don't you give it to me?"
She had not yet bonded with a divine beast, nor had she even encountered a suitable spirit pet.
Feng Ninghe was so lucky to have bonded with a divine beast.
The insidiousness and cunning of the few were plainly written on their faces.
Feng Ninghe's eyes narrowed, and she let out a cold laugh, "What kind of joke are you telling that's so funny? Why should my little beast be given to you? It seems you're too lazy to pretend because there are no outsiders here."
"Nonsense! We are doing this for your own good!"
Feng Guangyao reprimanded, but his peripheral vision flickered towards Feng Qingcheng, his eyes conveying a warning.
If he and Feng Qingcheng joined forces, they could surely defeat Feng Ninghe and claim this little beast for themselves.
Feng Qingcheng understood Feng Guangyao's intention and quickly nodded in acknowledgment.
Xiao Zhao glared indignantly at the people before it, hands on its hips, its large round eyes wide.
Master, this group of scoundrels actually wants to possess this great me! They are not worthy of me!
Xiao Zhao's reaction also made Feng Qingcheng realize something. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and she broke into a smile, her expression no longer fierce. Her voice became incredibly gentle.
"Little beast, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and my master is the renowned Venerable Tang of Jinling. If you follow me, I will never mistreat you."
"As long as you agree, this Hundred Flower Fruit will be yours."
As she spoke, a crystal-clear Hundred Flower Fruit appeared in her palm.