A bolt of lightning seemed to strike Bai Niannian from the heavens.
She instinctively looked at the white figure standing at the very front.
The woman stood tall and graceful, her posture upright, like a steadfast pine.
Feng Ninghe, standing there, was a breathtaking sight.
"You can actually block my attack?"
Di Yang's frivolous eyebrows lifted, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
He had expected to obliterate Feng Ninghe with a single blow, never imagining that this woman would withstand it head-on.
Feng Ninghe lowered her gaze to the spirit tablet in Di Yang's arms and sighed softly, "Sect Master Di, when I arrived that day, Di Wenbin was already dead. The person who injured him was not me. Please allow me to explain."
Di Yang threw his head back and let out a wild laugh, his eyes bloodshot, his furious gaze meeting Feng Ninghe's.
"Feng Ninghe, when you descend to the underworld, you can explain to my son then!"
As the man's voice fell, Di Yang's expression darkened, and he lunged towards Feng Ninghe with fierce intent!
Elder Xu was the first to react, grabbing Feng Xing and Bai Niannian by their shoulders and yanking them away.
With two cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage clashing, this forest was bound to be destroyed.
Feng Xing bit his lip, remaining silent as Elder Xu dragged him away.
He knew his cultivation was far too weak.
Di Yang could crush him to dust with a mere flick of his finger.
Even the residual pressure from their fight could be enough to overwhelm him.
Staying here would be a death sentence.
His master's cultivation, though not as high as Di Yang's, had many life-saving techniques, and she might still escape.
The group quickly departed.
Only when they were a safe distance away did they stop.
Feng Xing looked back with unease, his heart filled with worry.
Bai Niannian was still immersed in shock, unable to recover. She moved her lips, and after a long while, finally spoke, "Sister Feng's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage? She's only a few years older than me..."
Her own cultivation had just reached the Golden Core stage.
And then there was Feng Ninghe, who had already entered the Nascent Soul stage.
The world called Feng Qingcheng the heavenly pride of her generation, but little did they know, the true heavenly pride was Feng Ninghe.
Looking across the Li Kingdom, Feng Ninghe, who had reached the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, was the first.
"But even at the Nascent Soul stage, she can't contend with the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect."
Feng Xing's handsome face darkened, and a chill emanated from him.
Bai Niannian's heart was already filled with awe, leaving her speechless.
If such a genius girl could become her master, how wonderful that would be.
Feng Ninghe refused to take her as a disciple; was it because she looked down on her low cultivation? Or her poor talent?
For a moment, Bai Niannian's thoughts spiraled.
Elder Xu sensed something and said with a grave and cautious expression, "I feel something is not right here. The atmosphere is very strange. We should leave quickly."
Elder Xu had been in the Nascent Soul stage for a long time and possessed a certain intuition.
Feng Xing nodded and followed Elder Xu's pace.
Bai Niannian, sensing nothing, followed closely behind the two.
In the forest, two figures were swiftly moving through the trees.
Feng Ninghe had deliberately cast a speed array on her feet, allowing her to move faster and thus avoid being caught by Di Yang.
A hint of surprise flickered in Di Yang's eyes. Sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations from the person ahead, he was filled with dread.
"Your cultivation has actually reached the Nascent Soul stage?"
He knew why this woman could withstand his attack.
It turned out Feng Ninghe's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
He had to admit, this woman was exceptionally talented, her cultivation so high at such a young age.
A person like this, let alone in the Li Kingdom, would be considered a heavenly pride even in Lingling.
This woman, at such a young age, possessed such fortune and boundless prospects. If allowed to develop, she might stir up even more trouble.
Di Yang's killing intent intensified, and with a grim expression, he glared at Feng Ninghe, "You are ruthless and killed my son. Even with your high talent, you cannot live!"
Feng Ninghe did not engage Di Yang in a direct fight but continued to dodge.
A hint of helplessness in her eyes, "Sect Master Di, I told you I did not attack Di Wenbin. When I arrived, he was already dead. My cultivation is vastly different from his; there are a thousand ways I could have killed him without putting myself in such a disadvantageous position."
Di Yang paid no heed to her words, his eyes hardening as he drew his sword and fiercely thrust it at her, "Feng Ninghe, stop quibbling. Today, I will make you pay for my poor son's life!"
The spiritual energy imbued in the sword tip carved a deep crack in the ground.
Di Yang had used all his strength in this strike.
Feng Ninghe abruptly drew her sword to block.
The sword in her hand trembled violently, and her body was sent flying back over ten meters before she stopped, a trace of fresh blood on her lips.
Di Yang, holding the spirit tablet in his arms, advanced towards her, a hint of madness in his eyes, "Feng Ninghe, when you attacked my son, did you ever consider this day?"
Feng Ninghe bit her lip subconsciously, enduring the discomfort in her chest as she quickly circulated the spiritual energy within her body to increase the distance between herself and Di Yang.
"Sect Master Di, please calm down. Although Di Wenbin is dead, he is not truly gone. He is still alive..."
Before she could finish, Di Yang swung his sword fiercely towards her.
If she were to be hit by this strike, Feng Ninghe had no doubt she would lose a limb.
She narrowly dodged, her posture disheveled, even a large section of her sleeve torn.
Di Yang's expression was icy, his gaze condescending, as if looking at a dead person, "That Immortal Xu should be encountering Tang Zun by now. It's not lonely on the road to the underworld when you two master and disciple accompany each other."
"What did you say?"
Feng Ninghe's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her attention successfully captured by these words.
Seeing the shift in her expression, Di Yang revealed a manic smile, his demeanor bordering on madness, "Tang Zun ended his seclusion a few days ago, and his cultivation has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. Immortal Xu is merely in the Nascent Soul stage. Do you think he can resist?"
Elder Xu, carrying Feng Xing and Bai Niannian, departed.
Bai Niannian was a member of the Bai family and had four capable elder brothers, all of whom were in the Immortal Sect.
If Tang Zun were to harm Bai Niannian, he would offend her brothers. To avoid trouble, Tang Zun might not make a move against Bai Niannian.
Elder Xu and Feng Xing, however, were not so fortunate.
Feng Ninghe suddenly stood up, tightening her grip on her sword hilt, her eyes fixed on Di Yang, her clear female voice growing colder, "Didn't you say you only wanted my life, and that you wouldn't harm others if they retreated?"
Even she, facing Di Yang, had to lose half her life, let alone Elder Xu and Feng Xing.
Thinking of this, her heart clenched, and a wave of anxiety washed over her...
Di Yang let out a wild laugh, dismissively saying, "You are all birds of a feather, none of you are good. You all deserve to die! I didn't harm them, but someone else will deal with them."
Feng Ninghe became anxious and turned to leave.
A figure firmly blocked her path.