"Feng Ninghe, don't think I don't know this was your doing!"
Mo Zisang's eyes darkened, a sinister glint within them. "I am the Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect. Not many dare to scheme against me in secret."
Feng Ninghe subtly surveyed her surroundings, contemplating an escape route.
Outwardly, her expression remained as usual, betraying no hint of her thoughts. "You schemed against me first, so don't blame me for scheming against you. You're here today just to chat, aren't you?"
Mo Zisang's gaze sharpened involuntarily, a fiery lust burning in his eyes, as if he could devour Feng Ninghe whole.
"I have always valued talent. If you are willing to cultivate with me, I naturally won't make a move against you. If you are foolish, you have only yourself to blame."
As he spoke, a powerful pressure surged towards Feng Ninghe.
The oppressive force struck, causing her chest to tighten and her limbs to feel heavy.
Feng Ninghe's eyes darkened, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from her lips.
She gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said softly, "As expected of a Nascent Soul four-star spiritual cultivator. This body is still too weak to withstand it."
Xiao Zhao's small face grew serious, and he whimpered softly.
*Master, if we can't win, let's run.*
Feng Ninghe's gaze became cautious. She reached out and gently stroked Xiao Zhao's head, her voice deepening. "Xiao Zhao, you take Chi Xia and run first. I'll think of another way."
Xiao Zhao became agitated, his azure eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe. He chirped a flurry of sounds.
*Master, when you were the Empress of Lin Country, your cultivation had already reached Nascent Soul three-star. If you hadn't been scared away during the early stage of Nascent Soul condensation, your cultivation would be even higher.*
*Not long after, you were framed and wandered the mortal realm for a hundred years. This current body hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage yet, so your chances against Mo Zisang are very low. Let's run together!*
Even if Feng Ninghe could access her past life's power, she would still struggle against Mo Zisang.
Feng Ninghe's eyes darkened. She gently patted Xiao Zhao's head and whispered, "Stop wasting time, hurry and go."
Xiao Zhao blinked his azure eyes, his gaze as clear as glass now clouded with moisture. He rubbed his furry body against Feng Ninghe's neck and reluctantly turned to leave.
Sensing Feng Ninghe's intention, Mo Zisang sneered. "Feng Ninghe, even now, when you can barely save yourself, you still think of saving others."
Feng Ninghe remained silent, closing her eyes. A surge of spiritual energy began to circulate rapidly within her dantian.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, a potent spiritual energy enveloping her.
At this moment, the spiritual energy within her felt so abundant it was about to burst, surging chaotically through her body. Her palm subtly crushed a pearl.
This pearl was given to her by the Sect Master of the Divine Concealment Sect. She hadn't expected to use it so soon.
*Clink, clink—*
As the pearl shattered, a distant, ethereal sound echoed through the forest.
This sonic attack, clear and pleasant, approached from afar.
Mo Zisang, standing rooted to the spot, suddenly stiffened. Several images flashed through his mind.
The pearl given by the Divine Concealment Sect Master was intended to give Feng Ninghe an opportunity to escape. However, she had no intention of fleeing; she intended to fight!
As Mo Zisang was momentarily stunned, he felt a sudden chill at his neck, and a fierce gust of wind struck him.
A chill crept up his spine.
Mo Zisang's eyes snapped open. Feng Ninghe, holding a dagger, was already close to his throat.
"You woman, using tricks to momentarily distract me, and you don't run?"
Mo Zisang quickly dodged, but the sonic attack had cost him the crucial moment to escape.
The dagger plunged into his shoulder.
Crimson blood flowed down his robes.
Mo Zisang narrowed his eyes, anger flaring within them. His voice took on a hint of madness. "It's been a long time since anyone made me bleed. Feng Ninghe, you're truly bold!"
Mo Zisang turned into a gust of wind and attacked Feng Ninghe, putting eight parts of his strength into every strike.
Feng Ninghe dodged in a disheveled manner, but she managed to evade every blow.
Mo Zisang was somewhat surprised. To withstand his attacks for so long, this woman...
Could she also be in the Nascent Soul stage?
Mo Zisang's gaze sharpened.
At this moment, he held nothing back, unleashing his full power for a fatal blow against Feng Ninghe!
In the shadows.
Two figures stood silently in the jungle.
"Feng Ninghe is truly bold. She had a chance to escape but chose not to."
Su Xian raised her elegant eyebrows, her gaze fixed on the scene before her.
In her eyes, Feng Ninghe was overestimating herself, daring to confront Mo Zisang.
At the same time, she was also somewhat surprised.
Logically, Feng Ninghe should not have been able to withstand even a single blow, yet she had blocked so many.
Mo Zisang was a four-star Nascent Soul cultivator.
If Feng Ninghe could withstand so many attacks, could it be... her cultivation had also reached Nascent Soul?
At this moment, Su Xian felt a chill run down her spine, her gaze locked onto the small figure before her.
Weren't they saying this woman was a cripple?
Where did this absurd rumor even come from?
Sixth Master's gaze also fixed on the petite figure. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
"Sixth Master, what are you doing? Are you going to help?" Kuai Shu Ge
Seeing Sixth Master step forward, Su Xian grew anxious.
Sixth Master's steps did not falter. He continued to advance, his low, hoarse voice slowly falling. "She won't be able to hold on."
Mo Zisang's strike was at full power. Feng Ninghe, like a kite with a snapped string, was sent flying violently in all directions!
*Bang!*
Her body slammed heavily onto the ground.
The impact nearly expelled her internal organs, and her head felt incredibly dizzy.
Just as she was about to get up, a tall figure stood before her.
"Feng Ninghe, if you had just obediently submitted to me, why would you have to suffer so much?"
Mo Zisang clicked his tongue, looking at her with a hint of amusement.
Feng Ninghe lay weakly on the ground, gasping for breath. Her eyes, however, flickered slightly, and her figure suddenly shot up, lunging fiercely at Mo Zisang.
Her speed was astonishing.
It also brought a look of surprise to Mo Zisang's eyes. "No wonder you could stand out in the Hundred Arena competition. Your cultivation is truly outstanding. It's a pity you met me, destined to fail."
Mo Zisang sidestepped the attack, a long sword appearing in his hand, which he thrust fiercely at Feng Ninghe.
He muttered intermittently, "Don't worry, I'll spare your life and cherish you well. You are a beauty, after all. It wouldn't do for you to perish just like this."
However, Feng Ninghe endured the sword strike.
A faint light flickered in her eyes, and the spiritual energy within her was rapidly surging.
The surrounding spiritual energy rushed fiercely towards her body!
Within her dantian, a tiny Nascent Soul began to condense.
The Nascent Soul resembled a miniature version of herself.
This body had finally condensed a Nascent Soul.
At the same time, a flood of memories surged into her mind.
This body...
Was the vessel from which she had been scared away from her Nascent Soul!