The man's words were true.
At this moment, Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows, a flicker of light dancing in her eyes. "King of Hell is too polite. I thank you in advance. It's getting late, so I won't keep you."
She deliberately opened the door and gestured for Si Jianye to leave, respectfully escorting him out.
Any other woman would have been desperate to keep Si Jianye, so why would she want to drive him away?
Si Jianye lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the woman before him. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and calmly departed.
After the man left, the room became much quieter.
Xiao Zhao yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes. His small face was etched with melancholy.
Master, the plan has gone awry. Feng Qingcheng is already on guard. How can it be easy to make her fall into a trap?
Feng Ninghe smiled bitterly and sent a wisp of her divine sense towards the spatial jade bracelet.
Inside the bracelet, the remnant soul of Di Wenbin was tightly curled up, showing no signs of awakening.
She withdrew her divine sense and then searched for books within the jade bracelet.
She had the patience to wait for Jinling's blockade to be lifted before sending Di Wenbin's remnant soul back to Xiyou Continent, but the people of Jinling might not have so much patience.
Feng Ninghe had to find another way.
She didn't notice that Di Wenbin, curled up beside her, had quietly twitched his eyelids...
The gate of Willow Noodle Sect.
Feng Qingcheng stepped out of the sect with a few disciples.
"My fellow disciples, I was reckless today."
Feng Qingcheng looked at the disciples of Immortal Sect with a hint of apology. She lowered her head as if she had suffered immense grievance.
Wang Junzhao hurriedly said, "Sister Qingcheng, this is not your fault. You just wanted to know what Feng Ninghe was trying to do. I came with you today, so I am also responsible!"
The disciples of Immortal Sect nodded repeatedly and began to discuss, "Sister Qingcheng, Feng Ninghe has no solid evidence, yet she wants to find the mastermind. I say she is the murderer, and this is just a delaying tactic!"
"Feng Ninghe must be afraid of us pursuing responsibility, so she wants to delay time. Once Jinling's blockade is lifted, she can leave safely! Where will we find her then?"
Seeing everyone's trust in her, Feng Qingcheng's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice was slightly choked, "It is Qingcheng's honor to have your trust."
She lowered her eyelids slightly, concealing the coldness that flashed through her eyes.
A bunch of fools.
With a little performance, she had made everyone believe her words.
Fortunately, she had always acted well, treating her fellow disciples with courtesy and occasionally offering guidance.
This also led the disciples of Immortal Sect to believe that she was kind-hearted.
The voices of condemnation grew louder and louder.
Everyone was convinced that Feng Ninghe was putting on a pretense, merely to delay time and then escape!
Upon returning to Immortal Sect, Feng Qingcheng and Wang Junzhao knelt in the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was filled with spirit tablets.
Staring at Di Wenbin's spirit tablet, Wang Junzhao sighed, his eyes filled with melancholy. "Sister Qingcheng, when can we avenge Senior Brother Di?"
Feng Qingcheng's expression turned cold, her eyes, glinting with cold light, stared directly at the spirit tablet. "I don't know when I can avenge Junior Brother Di, but from today onwards, everyone will condemn Feng Ninghe!"
She had specifically instructed her junior disciples to smear Feng Ninghe's reputation in secret.
It wouldn't be long before everyone in Jinling would consider Feng Ninghe cunning and deceitful.
She deliberately created this charade to delay time.
Creak—
The door of the mourning hall was gently pushed open.
Di Yang strode into the mourning hall.
Seeing the spirit tablets, he sighed inwardly, his face filled with sorrow.
"Sect Master."
Feng Qingcheng looked at him and spoke softly.
Di Yang ignored the two kneeling on the ground and reached out to caress the spirit tablet.
The atmosphere in the mourning hall became inexplicably heavy.
Wang Junzhao gritted his teeth and looked at the spirit tablet. "Sect Master, it was my fault for not taking good care of Senior Brother Di. I am willing to lead our forces to hunt down Feng Ninghe and avenge Senior Brother Di!"
Di Yang smiled bitterly. "Feng Ninghe is at Willow Noodle Sect. We cannot rashly barge into Willow Noodle Sect. With Sixth Master there, you cannot touch her."
Wang Junzhao's eyes hardened. "Then let's lure her out of Willow Noodle Sect and then deal with her!"
Di Yang's eyes flickered, and he did not rush to speak. A faint light subtly appeared in his eyes.
He did not know who the real killer of Di Wenbin was.
Feng Ninghe was willing to shelter Di Wenbin's soul and feed him precious medicinal herbs. This woman was certainly not the killer.
Unless Di Wenbin awakened, the identity of the mastermind could not be known.
If Feng Ninghe died, Di Wenbin's soul would also completely disappear from the world, with no chance of survival.
"Sect Master, let me atone for my sins and take Feng Ninghe's head to avenge Junior Brother Di!"
Feng Qingcheng's beautiful face was filled with determination, and she said resolutely, "As long as I can avenge Junior Brother Di, I am willing to do anything!"
She spoke of avenging Di Wenbin, but in reality, she wanted Feng Ninghe dead.
It would be best to use the power of Immortal Sect to kill Feng Ninghe.
Di Yang looked at her quietly. "If you have a way to avenge my son, Wenbin, that would be best. But now is not the time to act. She has many people around her, and her own cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage."
Feng Qingcheng said dismissively, "Sect Master, your strength is immense. As long as you have some alone time, you will surely be able to kill her!"
Even though Feng Ninghe's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage, she could not compare to Di Yang.
Di Yang calmly suppressed all emotion from his face. "What you say has some truth to it. If you have a way to deal with it, just let me know."
As long as he was involved, even if they wanted to act against Feng Ninghe, he could make her escape in time.
Then, he changed the subject. "Tell me the whole story of this matter again, in detail. Don't miss any details."
Wang Junzhao opened his mouth and began to narrate.
Di Yang cast his gaze upon her. "Where is the note? Let me see it."
Wang Junzhao reached into her pocket, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find anything.
"Where is the note?"
Her face paled with panic, and she looked around anxiously. "The note was here just a moment ago. How did it disappear in the blink of an eye!"
She searched everywhere but couldn't find the note.
Di Yang waved his hand. "Forget it. Since it's gone, don't look for it anymore."
Everyone believed Feng Ninghe to be the mastermind, and no one carefully compared the handwriting.
Tonight's events served as a warning to Feng Qingcheng. She had to be careful and not reveal any flaws.
As for the note, it would be torn up.
After all, everyone had seen the note. Without the note to compare the handwriting, everyone would only assume the murderer was Feng Ninghe!
*
The next day.
Willow Noodle Sect.
The ginseng seedling eagerly jumped out. It pushed open the window with effort and looked around.
Hearing the noise, Xiao Zhao yawned lazily and looked at it with drooping eyes. "Little Seedling, you're running around everywhere early in the morning. What are you doing?"