Feng Xing's gaze fell upon Bai Niannian, his eyes still filled with sorrow. "You are right, but my insufficient cultivation is also a fact."
If he had possessed enough strength, he could have protected Immortal Xu.
Bai Niannian's delicate face held a hint of a smile as she gently pushed the pumpkin congee towards him. "Try it. The cooks in the Medicine Valley made it. Once you leave, you won't be able to have it."
Feng Xing then turned his attention to the pumpkin congee. He picked up a spoon with his slender hand and took a mouthful.
The pumpkin congee was sweet and fragrant, truly delicious.
In the Medicine Valley, before a grave.
Feng Ninghe gazed silently at the spirit tablet before her, her eyes deep.
Elder Xu had contributed greatly to her founding of the Medicine Valley.
She had never imagined that Elder Xu would be buried in the earth, his grave erected, after accompanying her through countless journeys.
She had also never expected that her well-intentioned suggestion for Elder Xu to escape first would lead him to encounter Tang Zun.
If she hadn't let them go, perhaps she could have saved Elder Xu if she had held on a little longer.
Xiao Zhao drooped his head dejectedly, his clear, sapphire-like eyes filled with grief.
Feng Ninghe stood up and looked at Xiao Zhao. "It's almost time. Let's go. It's time to seek justice for Elder Xu."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao nodded eagerly and rose with her.
Two carriages were parked quietly outside the Medicine Valley.
When Feng Ninghe arrived at the entrance, everyone was ready.
"Sister Feng."
Bai Niannian quickly approached her, deliberately pointing to one of the carriages. "The King of Hell is inside."
Feng Ninghe hesitated for a moment before deciding to walk towards the carriage where Si Jianye was.
Inside the carriage, Si Jianye closed his eyes, lost in thought. The golden mask he wore was both arrogant and noble.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Feng Ninghe simply sat cross-legged and began to absorb spiritual energy.
What she craved most now was to improve her cultivation.
The moment she closed her eyes, Si Jianye opened his and his gaze fell upon her.
Beneath the golden mask, his eyes were unfathomably deep.
After a moment, Si Jianye withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.
Bai Niannian and Feng Xing sat in the other carriage.
The coachman slowly drove the carriage forward.
Bai Niannian's bright eyes held a hint of doubt. "A Xing, what is the relationship between the King of Hell and Sister Feng?"
At the banquet, Si Jianye had publicly acknowledged Feng Ninghe as "one of his own."
Now, with Si Jianye specifically coming to assist Feng Ninghe, it was natural for people to speculate about their relationship.
Feng Xing's dark eyes were as deep and unfathomable as his thoughts. His black attire accentuated his tall, slender frame, and he exuded a subtle, aloof aura.
In response to the question, he moved his lips and spoke, "Time will tell. You will know in the future. I'm not entirely sure of their relationship either."
Feng Ninghe and Si Jianye had a daughter, yet their relationship was somewhat awkward, not as good as one might imagine.
Feng Xing could neither discern nor articulate the specifics of their relationship.
In any case, as long as his master was happy, he was happy.
Bai Niannian furrowed her delicate brows slightly, a faint light flickering in her eyes.
The King of Hell was noble and capricious, and many in this world sought to curry favor with him. It was good that Feng Ninghe could be on friendly terms with him.
The Marquis of Zhenguo's Estate.
After Feng Qingcheng and the members of the Immortal Sect departed, Feng Guangyao busied himself with tidying up the estate.
"Discard all of the eldest young lady's personal belongings. This woman is cruel and has harmed the only son of the Immortal Sect's leader. Having offended the Immortal Sect, she should no longer remain in the Feng family!"
Feng Guangyao bellowed at the servants to throw out Feng Ninghe's belongings.
The servants dared not disobey and quickly followed Feng Guangyao's orders.
Feng Guangyao also intended to use this incident to regain control of the Feng family.
The elders of the Feng family stood by silently.
The Fourth Elder stroked his long beard, frowning as he watched everything. "She is the eldest young lady, after all. Is it appropriate to simply throw her belongings out of the estate like this?"
The Second Elder glanced at the Fourth Elder, his eyes darkening slightly. "But now the eldest young lady has offended the Immortal Sect. The Immortal Sect leader's cultivation is profound; he is not someone we can afford to offend."
The Third Elder voiced his thoughts. "The eldest young lady also has the King of Hell behind her. We cannot afford to offend this King of Hell either. If he were to make a move, the entire Li Kingdom would suffer."
The Feng family was now in a precarious position.
Neither the Immortal Sect nor the King of Hell was someone they could afford to offend.
With Feng Ninghe's departure, the Feng family's situation became perilous, and Feng Guangyao's faction gained the upper hand.
Watching the murmuring crowd, the First Elder spoke. "We shall observe the situation and do nothing for now. Let us not get involved."
What the First Elder said was indeed the best course of action.
With wolves at the front and tigers at the back, only by staying out of it could they survive.
Watching the servants casually discard the belongings, Feng Guangyao felt a surge of delight.
He arrogantly tilted his head and declared, "Those who dare to offend the Immortal Sect will meet a terrible end. Feng Ninghe is cruel and dared to attack Di Wenbin. She is simply tired of living."
Madam Zhang's crimson lips curved into a triumphant smile, her mood greatly improved. "It's fine to discard the eldest young lady's clothes. As for the jewelry, let's keep it."
There were still many ornaments and jewels in Feng Ninghe's room.
It would be a waste to leave them there, so it was better for her to use them.
At this moment, two carriages stopped at the entrance of the Marquis of Zhenguo's Estate.
Inside the carriage.
Xiao Zhao transformed into his beast form, his fluffy body looking somewhat anxious as he observed the scene before him.
Master, aren't these all your clothes?
You've only been gone for a few days, and they're already in such a hurry to throw them out!
Feng Ninghe's expression turned cold. She cast her gaze upon the clothes on the ground and let out a low hum. "Indeed, these are all mine. If I don't return soon, the world will probably forget who the true mistress of the Marquis of Zhenguo's Estate is."
Bai Niannian eagerly leaped out of the carriage and reprimanded sternly, "What are you doing?"
Bai Niannian's appearance caused Feng Guangyao to raise a dismissive eyebrow. He did not take her seriously. "Oh, it's Miss Bai. I am handling family matters, so there's no need for an outsider to concern herself."
"The Marquis of Zhenguo's Estate was bestowed upon the Marquis of Zhenguo by the Emperor of Li. After the Marquis's passing, it is the eldest young lady of the Feng family who inherits the estate. How is it that outsiders are now pointing fingers at the eldest young lady's belongings?"
Bai Niannian was forthright and spoke her mind.
Her words caused the servants carrying the clothes to pause, their actions halted.
Madam Zhang's eyes were clouded with anger. She pointed at Bai Niannian. "Miss Bai, my Feng family's affairs are not for outsiders to meddle in. Moreover, Feng Ninghe murdered Di Wenbin and offended the Immortal Sect. Our Feng family cannot afford to entertain such a powerful entity!"
"I, Feng Ninghe, take responsibility for my own actions. I did not murder Di Wenbin."
Suddenly, a clear female voice echoed.
Feng Ninghe stepped out of the carriage, her exquisite face radiating a chilling coolness. Her white attire accentuated her graceful figure.
She carried herself with a languid grace, holding a snowball-like creature in her arms.