Feng Ninghe’s expression was calm, her emotions showing no significant change. She looked at the elders before her and changed the subject, "Where is Feng Qingcheng?"
The second elder replied without hesitation, "She returned to Jinling with Lord Tang, Sect Master Di, and their party. Before leaving, she left you a message, saying that what you want is in Jinling, and if you want it, go to Jinling."
"Did she say what it was specifically?"
Feng Xing, unable to contain his eagerness, leaned forward, a hint of impatience subtly showing on his handsome face.
The moment the young man spoke, everyone noticed him.
Despite his youth, he exuded a faint but powerful spiritual energy fluctuation.
The first elder couldn't help but swallow.
This young man was actually in the Nascent Soul stage!
In the entire Li Kingdom, Nascent Soul cultivators from various prominent families were few and far between. What family did this young man belong to?
The first elder cautiously looked at him, "Young master, which family do you hail from?"
Feng Xing replied dismissively, "I come from Medicine Valley."
These simple words sent shockwaves through the elders.
Medicine Valley was renowned, yet the world was unaware of its vast number of hidden masters, let alone a youth with such talent.
Feng Ninghe frowned slightly and looked at the elders, "Elders, did Feng Qingcheng say anything else?"
The fourth elder stroked his long beard, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "She said that if you are afraid and unwilling to go to Jinling, it's fine. She fears that some people won't even be able to keep their bodies intact in death, which is truly pitiful."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xing's eyes reddened, his ink-black pupils filled with overwhelming fury. "Feng Qingcheng is truly venomous! If I get the chance, I will personally take her head! And I will bloodbath the Xianren Sect!"
He harbored no good feelings towards the Xianren Sect and was determined to avenge Old Man Xu.
"Don't speak nonsense!"
The first elder's face paled, and he deliberately lowered his voice to remind him, "This is something we should only hear amongst ourselves. If it falls into the ears of the wrong people, it will bring you a deadly calamity!"
Feng Ninghe turned to look at Feng Xing and, with a generous gesture, patted his shoulder. "Avenge your grievances. The Xianren Sect has both bad people and good people; do not kill indiscriminately."
The guilty parties were Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng; there was no need to involve others.
As for Di Yang, he was deceived by villains, his mind clouded by temporary rage, unable to distinguish right from wrong.
In the end, he was merely a pitiable man who had lost his son.
Feng Xing's anger subsided slightly, and he nodded obediently, "Master is right. Axing understands."
The brief exchange sent another wave of shock through the hearts of the elders.
Feng Xing, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was more than capable of traversing the Li Kingdom, yet he was assisting Feng Ninghe?
As if struck by an idea, Feng Ninghe calmly looked at the servants who were glaring at each other. "Throw out all the clothes left in the mansion by Feng Guangyao and Madam Zhang. Furthermore, send them to the Feng Clan's slave village for disposal."
Those who committed crimes in the Feng family were sent to the Feng Clan, where they were forced to labor continuously to contribute to the family.
Those who went there were often bullied and never had a good outcome.
"Feng Ninghe! Are you insane? You want to send us to the slave village?"
Madam Zhang flew into a rage, unable to suppress the anger in her chest, and stomped forward.
However, before she could touch Feng Ninghe's sleeve, she was repelled by a powerful surge of spiritual energy.
Feng Guangyao, accustomed to a life of luxury and always concerned with his reputation, had hoped to manage the Feng family. How could he be willing to be banished?
Feng Guangyao glared fiercely at her, "Feng Ninghe, treating me this way is inhumane! After all these years I've treated you well! If Qingcheng knew, she would never let you go!"
Feng Ninghe smiled dismissively at his reprimand. She moved her fingers slightly, and a potent spiritual energy instantly bound Feng Guangyao.
He was like a puppet, unable to move.
"What do you want!"
Feng Guangyao panicked, struggling with all his might.
But he couldn't muster any strength, let alone break free from the restraint.
Feng Ninghe sent a wisp of her divine sense towards Feng Guangyao, as if a large hand was reaching into his dantian.
Sensing her intention, Feng Guangyao's eyes filled with terror. He shook his head desperately, sweat pouring down his face. "Feng Ninghe, let's talk properly. Don't cripple my cultivation!"
"You only want to talk now?"
"Sorry, it's too late."
The cold female voice sounded like a harbinger of death.
Feng Ninghe raised her hand and grabbed at the air. The spiritual energy gathered in Feng Guangyao's dantian seemed to be drawn out, rapidly dispersing into the surroundings.
Feng Guangyao's eyes turned bloodshot, and he screamed hysterically, "No! My spiritual energy!"
Having his cultivation crippled was like losing half his life for Feng Guangyao.
Without cultivation, he was a cripple. How could he manage the Feng family?
Even more crucially, without cultivation to protect himself in the slave village, he would be at the mercy of others.
His cultivation was crippled, his spiritual roots were severed, and his spiritual energy was forcibly extracted from his body, causing unbearable pain.
Once the restraints on Feng Guangyao were removed, he collapsed powerlessly to the ground, unable to muster any strength.
Madam Zhang trembled with rage, but her mouth was still sharp. "Feng Ninghe! Qingcheng's master is Lord Tang, a powerful and renowned cultivator. If you dare treat us like this, Lord Tang will not let you go!"
"Oh, I almost forgot about you."
As she spoke, Feng Ninghe's gaze shifted to Madam Zhang.
She gently raised her wrist, and a surge of spiritual energy shot into Madam Zhang's body.
Madam Zhang's cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment stage. In the slave village, such cultivation was enough for self-preservation.
Since she was going to suffer, she should look the part. How could she go to the slave village with her cultivation intact?
Sensing her spiritual energy being drained, Madam Zhang's eyes widened in panic, and she looked at the scene before her in disbelief. "Feng Ninghe... you dare cripple my cultivation!"
Madam Zhang never dreamed that she would experience such a thing one day.
Feng Ninghe's lips curled into a wicked smile, her clean, fair face adorned with a captivating, alluring expression.
"Uncle, Aunt, you have committed all sorts of evil deeds and are hypocritical. It's already merciful of me not to let you die. You should just stay in the slave village with peace of mind."
The female voice fell slowly, as if recounting an insignificant matter.
Madam Zhang, writhing in pain on the ground, stared at her. "You are acting so recklessly, aren't you afraid of the Xianren Sect!"
Even if Feng Ninghe's cultivation had reached the Soul Transformation stage, the Xianren Sect was filled with powerful cultivators, and dealing with her would be easy.
Feng Ninghe did not answer this question. Instead, she raised her hand and took away their storage bags.
Within the storage bags were all the wealth they had accumulated in their lives.
This wealth was their greatest reliance, yet the storage bags were now easily snatched away!
"Feng Ninghe! You slut, you won't even let go of my spatial bag!"
Feng Guangyao roared hysterically, getting up in a fit of rage. He wanted to snatch back the spatial bag, but the pain made it difficult for him to move.