The moment the male voice fell, Feng Ninghe's eyes lit up.
As long as they went to Xiyou Continent, Di Wenbin could be awakened.
She became impatient: "Let's depart for Xiyou Continent now!"
Si Jianye crossed his arms, tilting his gaze upward, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes. "There is a pond in Xiyou Continent that can repair souls, but awakening a soul is not something that can be accomplished in a short time. As for reshaping the physical body, it is extremely tedious and thankless work."
Feng Ninghe instantly understood the man's implication.
She instinctively reached out, gently caressing the spatial jade bracelet she wore on her wrist. "I am not a saint. I only want him to wake up; reshaping his physical body has nothing to do with me."
Because of Di Wenbin, a lot of trouble had been stirred up.
Old Man Xu had suffered immense humiliation because of it, his body and soul annihilated.
Even if Di Wenbin was pitiful, who would pity Old Man Xu?
Feng Ninghe calmly stood up and glanced out the window. "First, we go to the Immortal Sect, then to Xiyou Continent."
She did not want those around her to be harmed again.
What if the Immortal Sect found any excuse to attack Feng Xing and the others...
"I will accompany you."
Si Jianye spoke, his gaze pausing slightly. He deliberately added, "Once this wisp of soul leaves your bracelet, even the slightest accident could cause Di Wenbin's soul to scatter. With me here, there will be no accidents; this soul cannot scatter even if it wanted to."
Souls could not linger in the mortal world for long.
Back then, she too had barely preserved her soul by hiding within the spatial jade bracelet.
Feng Ninghe fell into thought, remaining silent.
Si Jianye glanced at the darkening sky and strode ahead. He did not forget to look back at Feng Ninghe, who was still standing still. "Aren't you coming?"
Feng Ninghe gritted her teeth and finally followed.
She had originally intended to go alone, but now there was one more person.
Perhaps Si Jianye could help.
Immortal Sect.
That night, Di Yang had no sleep. He stood alone in the mourning hall, polishing Di Wenbin's memorial tablet.
The tablet was polished until it gleamed.
A few teardrops fell onto the tablet.
Di Yang stared blankly at the tablet before him. "My son Wenbin died tragically. I see my enemy before me but cannot take revenge."
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept into the mourning hall.
Di Yang put down the tablet and looked around vigilantly.
The doors and windows of the mourning hall were tightly shut; this wind was eerie.
A figure appeared inside the mourning hall.
Feng Ninghe, clad in white, exuded an elegant and aloof aura. Her exquisitely featured face held clear yet deep eyes.
"Feng Ninghe?"
Di Yang raised an eyebrow, a long sword already in his hand. He grunted, "I was just wondering how to find you to avenge me. Now that you've come to my doorstep, I cannot miss this great opportunity!"
Feng Ninghe stood still, showing no intention of leaving. She met Di Yang's gaze. "Sect Leader Di, I have come to talk with you. You must know about Di Wenbin."
Di Yang seemed to see an enemy of his life and death. He raised his long sword and fiercely thrust it towards Feng Ninghe!
The long sword carried a gust of wind, extremely sharp.
Sword marks were scraped into the ground.
Feng Ninghe was annoyed. She quickly retreated and took out the wisp of residual soul from her spatial jade bracelet. "Sect Leader Di, if you want to stab, then stab. But this wisp of residual soul will likely vanish as well."
The residual soul drifted weakly in the air.
Di Wenbin's eyes were tightly closed, showing no signs of awakening.
In the shadows.
A pair of eyes watched everything silently.
Si Jianye lightly raised a finger. Di Yang's hand felt as if it had been violently struck. His long sword inexplicably shifted its path, plunging fiercely into the ground!
Clang!
The long sword embedded itself in the ground, causing the entire mourning hall to tremble.
Di Yang then turned his gaze to the residual soul. A familiar aura sent a chill through his body.
Di Yang suddenly strode forward, his gaze fixed on this wisp of residual soul, his body trembling uncontrollably. "This... this is my son Wenbin's soul!"
Once a person dies, their soul will dissipate.
But Feng Ninghe's spatial jade bracelet was a divine artifact, capable of containing souls and saving lives at critical moments.
Feng Ninghe stared coldly at Di Yang, her voice laced with slight anger. "Sect Leader Di, don't you want my life? Draw your sword and stab at me. As long as I die, this wisp of Di Wenbin's residual soul will completely vanish from this world."
Di Yang's face was filled with emotion. His trembling hand reached out to touch the soul.
However, his hand passed through Di Wenbin's soul.
"What is going on!"
Di Yang looked at Feng Ninghe in horror. "My son still has a soul!"
Feng Ninghe glanced at Di Yang and explained in a low voice, "By the time I reached the bamboo forest, Di Wenbin was already dead. I accidentally discovered he had a wisp of residual soul and took him into the spiritual artifact. To awaken him and let him know the truth, he consumed quite a few precious medicinal herbs from me."
If it weren't for clearing her name, she would have kicked Di Wenbin out of her spatial jade bracelet.
Neither this father nor son was pleasing to her eye; both had volatile tempers.
Especially Di Yang, every time she wanted to explain, she was interrupted.
Di Yang stared at the residual soul, his male voice agitated. "What exactly is going on! Did you kill my son and deliberately keep his soul to blackmail me?"
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows and grunted. "Sect Leader Di, your son's soul has been returned. How to save him and awaken him is entirely up to you. Once he wakes up, ask him who wanted his life."
She stepped forward, about to leave.
Without her spatial jade bracelet to contain the soul, Di Wenbin's soul would dissipate before long.
Seeing her turn to leave, Di Yang grew anxious. "Wait! What is the truth of the matter?"
Feng Ninghe turned her head, her gaze falling on the wisp of residual soul. "I have already told you the truth, but you did not believe me."
Di Yang's facial features contorted tightly. "If you didn't kill my son Wenbin, then who did?"
If the real culprit was Feng Ninghe, why would she go to such lengths to return Di Wenbin's residual soul?
Souls also had a chance to awaken. When the soul awakened, the truth would be revealed.
She stopped in her tracks, her demeanor aloof. "I also want to know who wanted to frame me. That's why I didn't reveal that Di Wenbin still had a residual soul. This wisp of soul is extremely weak; if it were released, it would be very likely to be in danger."
Looking at Di Wenbin, who was now only a soul, Di Yang's heart was filled with complex emotions.
He was fortunate that Di Wenbin still had a wisp of soul, yet he was also heartbroken that Di Wenbin had become this way.
Feng Ninghe looked at him calmly. "I wanted to tell you more than once that Di Wenbin still had a soul, but you repeatedly interrupted me. I never had the chance to speak."
"How can I save my son? As long as I can save him, I will do anything!"
Di Yang's voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. "My son Wenbin only has this wisp of residual soul left. It is difficult to even preserve his soul from dissipating, let alone awaken him."