In the following days, Feng Ninghe became a topic of discussion among the cultivators of the Li Kingdom.
Initially, these cultivators had mocked the person who gambled a million spirit stones on Feng Ninghe as a fool. After the hundred-bout competition, these cultivators only regretted not having bet on Feng Ninghe to win.
Now, the cultivators were secretly placing bets on Feng Ninghe's final ranking.
The Ning Family.
Ning Peilan was injured and recuperating in her room.
"Ning Ting, I've heard all about the hundred-bout competition. You were present then. You personally witnessed how Feng Ninghe defeated Peilan. If it were you, would you have been confident of winning?"
Ning Hongmo, the head of the Ning family, came up behind Ning Ting.
Facing the question, Ning Ting shook his head without hesitation and spoke his mind, "To be honest, I still haven't figured out Feng Ninghe's moves, nor do I have any confidence."
This answer was within Ning Hongmo's expectations.
He subconsciously glanced towards Ning Peilan's room and sighed softly, "It would have been good if her arrogance could have been tempered through this matter, but it's a pity that she lost such a rare opportunity to enter the Immortal Sect."
Ning Ting cupped his hands towards Ning Hongmo with a slight apology, his eyes filled with deep regret, "Patriarch, I am sorry. It was my fault for not stopping Peilan, which led her to recklessly challenge Feng Ninghe."
Originally, one of the top ten spots belonged to Ning Peilan.
Based on her abilities, securing a spot in the top ten was not an issue.
But she insisted on challenging Feng Ninghe, and now she didn't even have a chance to enter the Immortal Sect.
Although Ning Hongmo was regretful, he understood his daughter's temperament, "This is not your fault. We can only blame Peilan for her arrogant and unruly nature. You must perform well in the upcoming finals and bring glory to our Ning family!"
Ning Hongmo specifically reached out and gently patted Ning Ting's shoulder, entrusting him with great hope.
The Ning family had two disciples among the top ten. Other aristocratic families each had two, and the remaining two were from less prominent rogue families in Li City.
If Ning Peilan hadn't been too proud, the Ning family could have secured three spots based on rankings alone.
Facing the instructions, Ning Ting nodded without hesitation, "Patriarch, rest assured. Ning Ting will do his best and will not disappoint the Ning family or Peilan!"
For the aristocratic families, Feng Ninghe was the most threatening competitor in this hundred-bout competition.
They had specifically analyzed Feng Ninghe's martial arts techniques.
This woman particularly liked to send people flying with a single palm strike, seeking a quick victory.
They had even given Feng Ninghe a nickname in private: "Feng Yizhang" (Feng One Palm).
The aristocratic families of Li City were secretly instructing their younger generation to be cautious when facing Feng Ninghe.
Shi Wan.
Xiao Zhao, transformed into human form, was playing with Si Xinxin in the room.
Watching the two little ones bouncing around in front of her, Feng Ninghe's mood was greatly uplifted.
She was unaware that the major aristocratic families were busy discussing in private how to deal with her if they encountered her in the arena.
"Pretty sister!"
Si Xinxin's small mouth was chewing on pastries, her cheeks stuffed full. She opened her big eyes and looked at Feng Ninghe with curiosity, "I remember tomorrow is the finals. Aren't you going to prepare? Or are you already so powerful that you don't need to prepare?"
Facing the question, Feng Ninghe smiled it away, a hint of composure in her delicate eyebrows, "My goal has never been the ranking, as long as I enter the top ten. I don't plan to participate in the upcoming finals."
The ranking was not important to her.
Because she had no intention of joining any Immortal Sect.
By entering the top ten, she had already made a fortune, and her goal was achieved.
Si Xinxin blinked her bright eyes and nodded obediently. Although she didn't understand the beautiful sister's purpose, she felt that whatever the beautiful sister did was right.
Li Kingdom, in an inn.
Si Jianye's expression was gloomy, his large hand clutching a crumpled piece of paper.
Axi, standing before him, dared not even breathe heavily. He quickly swallowed his saliva and stammered, "Miss might have gone to watch the competition. After all, Miss is not familiar with Li Kingdom. Besides the arena, I can't think of anywhere else Miss would go."
This time, Si Xinxin had escaped from under Si Jianye's nose.
Before leaving, she had also left a note.
On the note was a childish handwriting: "Daddy, I'm going out for some fresh air. I'll be back when I'm done. Don't worry about me."
Si Xinxin was just a young child. Her physique was peculiar, and she had been caught by human traffickers before. How could she not worry people?
Si Jianye let out a muffled grunt, his icy gaze filled with deep chill.
"This girl is becoming more and more presumptuous. She's even running away from home to avoid leaving Li City. Let's go to the arena first."
Countless chills emanated from him.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop drastically as well.
Axi's limbs trembled. He quickly responded, "Your subordinate will go now!"
The Arena.
Axi and Si Jianye appeared at the arena together.
The finals of the hundred-bout competition would determine the rankings.
Cultivators were placing bets, speculating on what achievements this dark horse, Feng Ninghe, would achieve.
The first match was Feng Ninghe against a disciple from another aristocratic family.
*Dong!*
The drums and bells sounded, and the match began.
But there was only one figure on the stage, and Feng Ninghe was nowhere to be seen.
"What's going on? Wasn't Feng Ninghe getting stronger with each match in the previous rounds? Why is she backing down and disappearing at this crucial moment?"
"I even spent a lot of spirit stones betting that she would rank in the top three! Don't disappoint me!"
The cultivators below the stage panicked, murmuring amongst themselves.
Feng Ninghe's figure was not seen in two consecutive matches.
The elders of the Feng family were also surprised.
"Quick, send someone to find Feng Ninghe!"
The Second Elder quickly gave the order.
They thought Feng Ninghe was just late, and had no idea that Feng Ninghe hadn't appeared, nor had the immortal master Xu.
At the same time, the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.
Feng Ninghe was sleeping in.
Si Xinxin's small figure was curled up in Feng Ninghe's embrace, her childish cheeks filled with contentment.
Xiao Zhao, in its beast form, lay on the bed, drooling, fast asleep.
*Peng peng!*
At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Eldest Young Lady!"
Chi Xia's voice sounded from outside the door, successfully disturbing Feng Ninghe, who was still sleeping.
She yawned sleepily.
Seeing Si Xinxin still sleeping, she carefully got up and walked towards the door.
She deliberately left the room and closed the door before looking at Chi Xia, "What happened?"
Seeing her sleepy demeanor, it was clear she wasn't awake yet. Chi Xia was also a little anxious, "Eldest Young Lady, today is the final of the hundred-bout competition. Several elders of the Feng family are already waiting for you at the arena. You have already missed two matches. If you miss any more..."
Chi Xia did not finish her sentence.
Feng Ninghe already understood what she meant.
"Tell the elders that I do not intend to participate in the finals. Entering the top ten is enough. Even if I am the last one, I am still incomparable to ordinary people."
Feng Ninghe's answer was very simple.
Chi Xia was stunned, unable to hide the astonishment in her eyes, "Eldest Young Lady, although it's good enough to enter the top ten, don't you want to compete? Perhaps you can rank in the top three and bring glory to the Feng family!"
Initially, everyone had been skeptical that Feng Ninghe could win, let alone reach the top ten.
But now she had done it.
This also made the members of the Feng family dare to hope for more, perhaps Feng Ninghe could achieve even better.
Feng Ninghe met Chi Xia's gaze, her eyes as calm as still water, without a ripple. Her voice was calm and collected, "Just tell the elders what I just said."
In another room of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.
Taohua came to Feng Tongtong and delivered the information she had gathered, "Third Miss, your servant has found out the whereabouts of Elder Mo of the Immortal Sect."
With these simple words, Feng Tongtong's eyes brightened, "Let's go, prepare the carriage to find him."