It is a blessing for the world to have one less cultivator as vile as Mo Zisang.
As an Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect, Mo Zisang was at the Nascent Soul stage. If it were a one-on-one fight at his peak, Feng Ninghe would not have been afraid.
However, she was not confident she could face Mo Zisang now.
But that didn't stop her from showing her disdain.
Mo Zisang froze for a moment, staring at the finger in surprise. He subconsciously looked around.
When he confirmed that the middle finger was indeed for him, his eyes darkened, his expression turned cold, and yet his lips curved upwards madly. "As expected of the woman I fancy, truly interesting. Feng Ninghe, you just wait. I will have you."
Ordinary women, upon learning of Mo Zisang's identity, would only try to curry favor with him.
But no one would be as disdainful as Feng Ninghe, who had even schemed against him in secret.
And now, she was openly giving him the middle finger!
This only made Mo Zisang's desire to possess Feng Ninghe grow stronger.
"Mother, are you ready?"
Feng Tongtong intentionally lowered her voice and looked up at Madam Zhang.
In response to the question, Madam Zhang nodded without hesitation, reassuring her, "Everything is ready."
Having received the answer she wanted, Feng Tongtong's lips curved wantonly. She subconsciously cast her gaze towards Feng Ninghe, who was not far away.
Feng Ninghe sat quietly in her seat, lost in thought.
Old Man Xu was enthusiastically eating peanuts, his mood clearly very good.
Little Zhao was holding a large apple in his small paws, munching on it with a smacking sound, his azure eyes scanning his surroundings.
The scene before her made Feng Tongtong's heart bloom with joy.
That wretched woman was utterly foolish!
She was so happy even as death loomed, completely devoid of any sense of crisis.
Inside an inn in the State of Li.
Si Xin Xin opened her bright eyes, a rare tension appearing on her small, round face.
She tiptoed to open the room door, deliberately treading lightly. Her small figure looked somewhat comical.
The moment she stepped out of the room, a huge shadow enveloped her entire being.
"Miss, where are you going?"
A chilling male voice rained down from above her head.
A Xi looked down at the small figure before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness on his face.
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly and spotted Si Xin Xin, who was sneaking around and trying to escape.
Otherwise, it would have been disastrous if the Underworld King found out the young lady had slipped away!
Si Xin Xin was annoyed that her whereabouts had been exposed. She pouted her red lips and looked at A Xi with a wronged expression. "Uncle Xi, today is the day of the Hundred Arena Competition. Pretty sister is also participating. Let's go and watch together."
A Xi refused without hesitation. "We will stay in the room and behave ourselves."
The young lady was too cunning; one could easily lose sight of her if not careful.
The Hundred Arena Competition was crowded, and there was a chance the young lady might slip away.
"Uncle Xi~"
"You've already bet your spirit stones on pretty sister. Don't you want to see for yourself how pretty sister wins the competition?"
As she spoke, Si Xin Xin's eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lip, looking pitiful.
Mentioning spirit stones, A Xi's heart ached as if it were being twisted. His face was filled with grief, and he clutched his chest. "Miss, you want me to witness Feng Ninghe losing the match and how I will lose my spirit stones, don't you?"
Si Xin Xin shook her head and continued to persuade him, her chubby little hands gently tugging at A Xi's sleeve.
"But how can you be so sure that pretty sister will definitely lose?"
"Don't you forget, it was pretty sister who saved my life on the street back then. Ordinary people wouldn't have had the ability to treat me."
Her words made A Xi hesitate.
What she said did have some logic.
But... what if the young lady ran away?
Sensing A Xi's hesitation, Si Xin Xin's small face showed a seriousness beyond her years.
She raised three fingers to the sky and swore, "I promise that today I will only watch the competition obediently and will never run away. If I run away, then may my father never find a suitable partner and never marry for the rest of his life!"
She only promised to be obedient today, not that she would be well-behaved in the future.
This venomous oath successfully made A Xi click his tongue.
"Your oath is truly vicious. Since that's the case, I'll trust you this once!"
A Xi loosened his lips and agreed.
The young lady's wish was for the Underworld King to find a beautiful and kind wife, so she would have a mother.
Now that the young lady was willing to swear such an oath, it seemed she was sincere about not running away.
More importantly...
He was also counting on Feng Ninghe to win, so he could get his staked spirit stones back.
Although this hope was slim, it was still a thought.
The Hundred Arena Competition.
The arena was bustling with noise, and the surroundings were filled with people in a short span of time. Some couldn't find seats and could only watch from the outer perimeter.
An elder from the Xuan Qing Sect scanned the surroundings and spoke first, "The time is almost up. The Hundred Arena Competition can begin."
The elders from other immortal sects nodded in agreement.
On the arena, a disciple from the Vajra Sect was responsible for beating the drum to announce the start of the competition.
"According to the rules, only the top ten can choose their desired sect to enter."
"Others who perform exceptionally well and are noticed by the elders of the immortal sects have a chance to be admitted into the major immortal sects as an exception."
"The Hundred Arena Competition, held once every ten years, officially begins!"
The disciple from the Vajra Sect used his spiritual energy to strike the bell and drum.
Dong! Dong!
Deafening drumbeats echoed in everyone's ears.
Along with the drumbeats came the excited cheers of the crowd. The juniors participating in the competition were eager to try.
"The first match is Ning Peilan of the Ning family against Wu Dawei of the Wu family!"
"The next match is Zhang Xiaxia of the Zhang family against Wang Hegang of the Wang family!"
Ning Peilan, whose name was called, leaped forward and quickly ran towards the arena.
She was dressed in fiery red, holding a sharp sword. A hint of nonchalance graced her delicate face.
The Wu family, her opponent, was just an ordinary small family. This Wu Dawei's cultivation was also more than half a level lower than hers.
Before three moves were exchanged after entering the arena, the Wu family was defeated.
Such an outcome was within everyone's expectations.
Ning Peilan gracefully walked off the stage and deliberately took a detour, stopping in front of Feng Ninghe.
"Feng Ninghe, did you see my match just now?"
Ning Peilan raised her eyes with extreme arrogance, as if she didn't take anything seriously, and certainly didn't take Feng Ninghe seriously.
Feng Ninghe, while cracking sunflower seeds, glanced at Ning Peilan. "What do you want to say?"
Ning Peilan smirked unreservedly, her charming face displaying a particularly clear smile.
She curled her lips and chuckled softly. "If you fall into my hands, you will only be like Wu Dawei, who is older than me from the Wu family, defeated in three moves and eliminated."
Feng Ninghe looked up to meet her gaze, her eyes as calm as ever.
"Then I'll be waiting."
Feng Ninghe showed no fear, not even blinking an eye.
She continued cracking sunflower seeds, as if it had nothing to do with her.