When the time comes, Feng Ninghe will be in a predicament, caught between a tiger and a wolf.
Old Man Xu’s head was hung on the sect’s gate for all to see and humiliate.
Such shame was not something he should have to bear.
Even knowing it was a trap, she had to go.
Feng Ninghe’s expression remained as cold as ever. She said unhurriedly, "Even so, I must bring Old Man Xu back. You all take care of yourselves and act according to the situation."
Afterward, she turned her gaze to Di Yang.
She clicked her tongue lightly, her eyes filled with a hint of pity. "If your son knew you were so foolish and ignorant, he would be too ashamed to utter a word."
The real murderer was still at large, yet she had to bear the infamy.
If Di Wenbin's remnant soul were not still useful, she would truly want to drive him out of the spatial jade bracelet.
Her gaze also made Di Yang raise an eyebrow.
There was a calm pity in those eyes.
As if pitying him.
For some reason, Di Yang’s heart inexplicably became restless. He grunted, "Feng Ninghe, if you wish to take this head, you need only step through this formation! It remains to be seen if you have the ability to take it!"
This formation was meticulously laid by him, and he did not believe Feng Ninghe could pass through it safely.
Feng Ninghe secretly sent out a wisp of her mental power, constantly observing her surroundings, searching for the formation's core.
On the surface, she calmly looked at the people before her. "Sect Master Di, these are your words, and I hope you will keep your promise."
Feng Ninghe strode towards the formation, deliberately slowing her pace, her mental power gradually spreading outwards.
In just a moment, her mental power had permeated the surroundings.
Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, her eyes brightened.
The formation's core was found.
Not far away, everyone was staring at her intently.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect did not rush to attack, but watched her as if she were a joke.
They were all waiting for Feng Ninghe to step into the formation and then die.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes held a trace of madness, her gaze fixed on the figure stepping into the formation.
As long as this bitch died, she could finally be at peace…
Within Jinling, in a long alley.
Si Jianye stopped his steps. Beneath the golden mask, his eyes were icy and piercing. The crimson mole at the corner of his eye exuded a seductive and bewitching aura.
"How long do you intend to keep up the pretense? Who sent you?"
A chilling male voice slowly emerged from his lips.
The maid’s body stiffened instantly. With tense nerves, she looked at Si Jianye. "King of Hell, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Si Jianye lazily raised his eyelids and grabbed at the maid out of thin air.
A powerful spiritual force surged towards the maid.
The maid had no resistance, her entire body flying directly towards Si Jianye!
The man’s strong hand tightly gripped the maid’s chin, his cold voice like a vengeful spirit crawling from hell. "Since you refuse to speak, then die."
The moment he saw the maid, he had sensed something was amiss. The reason he let the maid lead the way was merely to probe for information.
Now, he had lost his patience and had no desire to play along.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
"It's the Immortal Sect! I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect. They told me to stall you for as long as possible!"
The maid shivered, disregarding everything else, and hurriedly blurted out.
Si Jianye raised an eyebrow, his expression cold, looking at the maid before him with disdain. "A mere ant dares to plot against this Lord."
He applied a little more force, and the maid immediately fainted on the spot.
Si Jianye’s figure also vanished from the spot at that moment.
The Immortal Sect had sent him away, intending to make a move on Feng Ninghe…
Outside Jinling.
The servant walked ahead, his eyes lowered to conceal his unease, and said, "Sixth Master, it’s a long story, and you’ll only know the specifics once we reach the Willow Face Pavilion."
Su Hongxiu raised his hand.
The waist token hanging from the servant’s waist instantly appeared in his hand.
Sensing the abnormality, the servant’s composure wavered slightly, and he asked in a flustered tone, "Sixth Master, why did you take my token?"
Su Hongxiu weighed the token in his hand and clenched it.
The perfectly good token instantly turned to ash!
Su Hongxiu, his well-defined fingers gently fanning himself with a bone fan, narrowed his eyes and looked at the servant. "You are not from the Willow Face Pavilion. Who are you?"
The servant’s body trembled, and without a word, he turned to run.
Su Hongxiu’s feet moved, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, blocking the servant’s path. "If you confess truthfully, you may still have a chance to live. If you refuse to speak, you will die here."
The gentle male voice was a clear warning.
The servant’s knees buckled, and he quickly knelt and begged for mercy. "Sixth Master, please spare me! It’s the Immortal Sect! The Immortal Sect told me to do this!"
The simple words entered Su Hongxiu’s ears, and his heart chilled. He cursed, "Damn it, not good!"
The Immortal Sect had spent so much effort to send him away, all for the purpose of making a move on Feng Ninghe.
If the Immortal Sect could think of him, they would surely turn their attention to Si Jianye. If even Si Jianye were sent away, Feng Ninghe's situation would be dire!
With this thought, Su Hongxiu quickly turned and left.
At the entrance of the Immortal Sect.
Feng Ninghe stepped into the formation, and at the same time, the formation emitted a faint glow.
Di Yang squinted his eyes and looked down from above, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. "She is about to die. My son’s revenge can finally be avenged!"
However, Feng Ninghe, having stepped into the formation, was not affected in the slightest. She already held a small stone in her palm.
The moment she entered the formation, the formation's core had been destroyed.
This formation was ineffective against her.
Feng Ninghe looked up at the head hanging on the sect’s gate and leaped up, swiftly soaring into the sky.
Feng Qingcheng’s face turned green. Her eyes were fixed on the figure. "What’s going on? Why is the formation not affecting her?"
Logically, stepping into the formation should have plunged her into an illusion.
But this woman was not affected.
Di Yang’s expression also stiffened, disbelief in his eyes. "This formation was personally set by me and the elders. Once one steps inside, the formation activates automatically. Even I would be affected."
"Sect Master, we must stop her!" Wang Junzhao spoke first.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect also quickly chimed in. "If we can't stop her and let her escape with the head, then all our preparations will be in vain!"
"Sect Master, I will be the first to stop her! I will cut off her head to avenge our junior brother Di!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect spoke incessantly.
Feng Qingcheng waved her hand and looked at the crowd without hesitation. "Disciples of the Immortal Sect, heed my command! You must stop her today! We absolutely cannot let her have a chance to escape!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect, without hesitation, drew their long swords and fiercely thrust them towards Feng Ninghe!
Feng Qingcheng quickly blocked her path, her exquisitely made-up face contorted in extreme ferocity. "Feng Ninghe, since you have come, then leave your life behind as a burial for junior brother Di!"
Feng Ninghe turned to look at the dense crowd behind her. At this moment, the corners of her mouth curved upwards, and the stone in her palm emitted a faint glow.