The First Prince's birthday banquet was not a convenient time for Ning Peilan to make a move.
Now that she had seized this rare opportunity, she would not let it go easily.
"I almost forgot, you are a useless person who cannot cultivate. If you are willing to kneel and beg for mercy, I will not spar with you, so as not to embarrass you by losing in front of everyone. Today, you are alone. I want to see who can help you."
Ning Peilan smiled playfully, her expression arrogant, as if she were looking down from above.
Feng Ninghe raised the corners of her slender eyes and smiled, "Ning Peilan, a good dog doesn't block the way. Get out of my way, this young lady."
"A good dog doesn't block the way? You call me a dog?"
Ning Peilan's eyes widened, and she looked at Feng Ninghe in disbelief, "I am the daughter of the Ning family's patriarch, with a noble status. No one has ever dared to be presumptuous in front of me. Now you call me a dog. Let's see how I teach you a lesson today!"
Without another word, Ning Peilan drew her long sword, and a powerful aura emanated from her, directly at Feng Ninghe.
But before the aura could touch Feng Ninghe, it was dispersed.
"Ning Peilan, my hands are itching today. Since you want to spar, why not have a match with me?"
A clear female voice came from the side.
Jiang Manman strolled over leisurely from the crowd.
Seeing Jiang Manman, Ning Peilan's expression changed. She retracted her arrogant posture, and a look of seriousness crept into her eyes, "Jiang Manman, your cultivation is slightly higher than mine, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. I want to spar with Feng Ninghe, not with you. Why are you getting involved?"
"I'm just too bored today and want to find someone to practice with. Since you're here, why don't we spar?"
Jiang Manman drew a long sword, her eyes narrowed, and a hint of danger emanated from them.
In terms of cultivation, she was higher than Ning Peilan.
The difference of one tier was an insurmountable chasm.
Ning Peilan was both angry and anxious, but she could only stomp her foot fiercely, looking at Feng Ninghe with a warning gaze, "You only know how to hide behind others. I heard you are also participating in the Hundred Arena Competition. You'd better pray and worship more, and hope you don't run into me!"
Ning Peilan left in a huff, filled with anger.
"Aren't you afraid of offending her?"
Feng Ninghe moved her lips and asked, her gaze falling on Jiang Manman.
Gao Manman didn't care, patting the long sword at her waist, "The one with the biggest fist is the boss. If anyone is afraid, it's her. As for you, she's already set her sights on you. Ning Peilan is the youngest daughter and is exceptionally doted upon, born noble and unable to tolerate any grievance. You must be careful."
Feng Ninghe nodded gratefully to Gao Manman, "Thank you today."
She had no intention of sparring with Ning Peilan, at least not now.
If the two of them were forced to spar, she would have a way to make Ning Peilan leave.
However, Gao Manman had helped her solve a problem, so she should thank her.
Gao Manman crossed her arms, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "The Hundred Arena Competition is full of masters, and everyone is waiting to spar with you, thinking of defeating the disciple of Immortal Xu and shining brightly. They won't hold back. Are you sure you want to participate in the Hundred Arena Competition?"
To her, Feng Ninghe was a good person.
At least when everyone else was indifferent, Feng Ninghe was the only one who had helped her.
It would be too much of a pity for such a person to be defeated on the stage.
"Do you think I will definitely lose?"
The female voice that came from Feng Ninghe was very soft.
But it made Jiang Manman's eyes pause slightly.
Everyone knew that Feng Ninghe was a cultivation waste, someone anyone could bully at will. They hadn't felt the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation from Feng Ninghe, so they assumed this woman couldn't cultivate.
Now, thinking about it, she had never seen Feng Ninghe make a move and didn't know what her cultivation level was.
Seeing Jiang Manman's silence, Feng Ninghe smiled and generously reached out to pat her shoulder lightly.
"I'm still waiting for you to repay my kindness. How can a mere Hundred Arena Competition do anything to me?"
With that, she waved to Jiang Manman and turned to leave.
This sentence made Jiang Manman even more unable to fathom Feng Ninghe.
Watching the figure in front of her gradually disappear into the distance, Jiang Manman's eyes deepened, and she bit her lip.
In the past, upon hearing Feng Ninghe's arrogant words, she would have retorted without hesitation.
But now, she felt that this woman might not be speaking carelessly...
The Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion.
As soon as Feng Ninghe returned to the mansion, Feng Guangyao came to her for information.
"Ninghe, the Pavilion Master of Liunian Pavilion has always had a general relationship with several major families. What did he want from you?"
Feng Guangyao's eyes darted around, staring at her, eager to know what abilities she possessed that could make Liunian Pavilion send a carriage to pick her up.
Sensing that the person in front of her had come to inquire about information, she waved her spatial jade bracelet and took out an exquisite porcelain jar.
As the jade bracelet swayed, a crisp bell sound slowly entered the ear, seeming to calm the heart.
"Uncle, the Pavilion Master of Liunian Pavilion didn't have any other business with me, he just gave me some spiritual tea."
She deliberately opened the porcelain jar, and a rich tea aroma instantly filled the air.
Even though Feng Guangyao was some distance away from the tea, he could smell a strong fragrance.
Before he could speak, Feng Ninghe spoke first, "Uncle, Master Liu only gave me this one jar of spiritual tea. I don't have enough for myself, so I don't have any extra spiritual tea to give you."
The simple words were inexplicably irritating.
Feng Guangyao was quite annoyed and rolled his eyes, "Who wants to snatch tea with you! I just want to know, did Master Liu go to such great lengths just to give you a jar of tea? Couldn't he have sent someone to deliver it? Why did he have to invite you over?"
"Master Liu did only give me one jar of spiritual tea. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask Master Liu."
With that, she calmly put away the spiritual tea.
Feng Guangyao's eyes narrowed, a hint of depth covering his face. He stopped dwelling on the spiritual tea and changed the subject, "Ninghe, since you have a good relationship with this Master Liu, why don't you do Uncle a small favor? Just help me get an introduction to Master Liu."
As a member of the Feng family, he was qualified to see Master Jiu.
If someone could help him get an introduction, it might be much easier to get Master Liu's help.
He had been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage for a long time. If he could receive Master Liu's guidance, he might be able to break through his cultivation and become a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Looking at Feng Guangyao's ill-intentioned smile, Feng Ninghe forced a perfunctory smile on her fair face, responding, "Uncle, I've only met Master Liu a few times, and our relationship isn't as good as you think. If he hadn't sent someone to invite me, it would have been difficult for me to see him voluntarily."
"Master Liu even sent a carriage to pick you up. Isn't it easy for you to see him?"
Feng Guangyao's eyes darkened, his patience gradually wearing thin.
For someone treated so well by Liunian Pavilion, how difficult could it be to meet Master Liu?
He also firmly believed in his heart that Feng Ninghe was deliberately unwilling to help.
The truth was exactly as he thought, Feng Ninghe did not want to help him with anything.