Tao Hua looked at Feng Tong Tong with some hesitation. "Third Miss, but your injuries haven't healed yet. It's probably not suitable for you to go out now."
Feng Tong Tong clenched her delicate fists, bit her red lips, and hatred blazed from her eyes.
"Even if my injuries haven't healed, I must see Mo Zi Sang!"
With that, she strode out of the house, giving Tao Hua no chance to say more.
Helpless, Tao Hua had to quickly follow.
Mo Zi Sang was staying in an elegant inn.
He had just woken up from his sleep, with two charming maids serving him.
*Peng peng*—
The door was gently knocked.
Mo Zi Sang cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
Upon receiving the order, the guard quickly approached and spoke respectfully, "Elder Mo, a young lady claims to be the Third Miss of the Feng family and wishes to see you."
"Why does she want to see me?"
Thinking of Feng Tong Tong, Mo Zi Sang's eyes darkened, and a hint of displeasure flickered in his gaze.
The last time he was knocked unconscious, he woke up to see a shiny head beside him.
That strange, round, shiny head had successfully frightened Feng Tong Tong.
This also made Mo Zi Sang have no good feelings towards Feng Tong Tong, and even a trace of disgust.
Facing the question, the guard shook his head. "The Third Miss didn't say anything, only that she wanted to see you."
Mo Zi Sang raised an eyebrow, a calculating look appearing on his delicate face. After a moment of hesitation, he moved his lips. "Let her come. I want to see what she has to say."
Led by the guard, Feng Tong Tong entered the room.
Seeing Mo Zi Sang, she said respectfully, "Greetings, Elder Mo."
Mo Zi Sang was drinking tea. He slightly raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Feng Tong Tong. "Third Miss, speaking of you, I still remember your head vividly."
Feng Tong Tong least wanted anyone to mention her hair.
But the person in front of her was Mo Zi Sang, and she had something important to discuss with him. She couldn't afford to fall out with him at this critical juncture.
Feng Tong Tong said unhurriedly, "Elder Mo, the person who schemed against you also schemed against me. Fortunately, the First Prince knows I am innocent."
Mo Zi Sang quietly observed the face before him, his sharp gaze inexplicably making her uncomfortable.
Although Feng Tong Tong's appearance couldn't compare to Feng Ning He, her figure was no less.
The delicate and charming face before him was heart-wrenching, and a pink silk dress clearly outlined her graceful figure.
The last time, he had only noticed a bare, shiny head and was so frightened that he had no time to think of anything else.
Looking closely today, Feng Tong Tong's looks were quite good.
The man's gaze carried a hint of wickedness, which also made Feng Tong Tong's heart skip a beat.
She pulled at the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile. "Elder Mo, I've come today to talk about Feng Ning He."
Her words successfully captured Mo Zi Sang's attention. He couldn't hide his curiosity and quietly observed Feng Tong Tong. "Oh?"
"I know you've always wanted to have her, Elder Mo. And Feng Ning He and I live under the same roof. I am her third sister. With my help, I believe you will achieve twice the result with half the effort."
Feng Tong Tong spoke her mind directly.
Last time, it was she who had personally delivered Feng Ning He, but unfortunately, the plan failed, and in the end, she was the one who was schemed against.
Mo Zi Sang did indeed want to have Feng Ning He, but a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes. "The current Feng Ning He is not what she used to be. I imagine the major immortal sects will be vying for her. In the end, I will still have to return to Jinling. I don't want to offend the immortal sects because of this."
In plain terms, he was afraid Feng Ning He would be favored by the immortal sects.
If the scheme succeeded and Feng Ning He held a grudge, seeking help from the immortal sects for revenge, Mo Zi Sang would have a headache.
Regarding this, Feng Tong Tong smiled dismissively, her smile looking particularly jarring on her face. "Elder Mo, isn't this easy? As long as we prevent her from entering an immortal sect."
It was obvious that she already had an idea in mind.
Mo Zi Sang's eyes lit up, and a sly look appeared on his delicate face. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Feng Tong Tong inch by inch. "It seems, Third Miss, you've already figured out what to do."
She lowered her eyes, hiding the hatred in them, and replied in a low voice, "Feng Ning He hasn't entered an immortal sect yet. If her reputation is ruined, no immortal sect will be willing to take her in. We just need to spread rumors and, at the critical moment, help me deal with Feng Ning He. Then you can have her."
She knew that with her cultivation, she was no match for Feng Ning He.
But if Mo Zi Sang made a move himself, could Feng Ning He still escape?
"Why are you helping me? What do you want? Do you also want to enter the Immortal Sect?"
Mo Zi Sang raised an eyebrow and looked directly at the woman in front of him, his expression slightly沉.
He had already promised to give the spot to Bai Li Ye, and there were no extra spots for others.
Feng Tong Tong's words also surprised him.
"I don't want anything. I just don't want her to have a good life. Feng Ning He made me lose face at the Hundred Arena Competition. I just want revenge."
Mo Zi Sang could no longer sit still. He quickly stood up and walked to Feng Tong Tong, his low, husky voice filled with thought. "Third Miss, if you truly help me achieve my desire, I won't let you work for nothing. I heard your hair hasn't grown back for a long time. Perhaps I can help you with this."
These words made Feng Tong Tong's heart pound fiercely in her chest. She saw hope and nodded repeatedly. "Deal!"
She had spent a lot of effort on her hair these days, trying every means to grow it, but it just wouldn't grow.
Mo Zi Sang, as an enforcement elder of the Immortal Sect, had certain abilities and resources.
With Mo Zi Sang's help, she would no longer have to worry about her hair not growing back.
The Hundred Arena Competition was in full swing.
The younger generation from various noble families were shining on the stage.
The elders of the Feng family, however, were pacing anxiously. The competition was about to end, yet Feng Ning He's figure had not appeared.
When Chi Xia relayed Feng Ning He's words, the expressions of several elders immediately changed.
The Second Elder said incredulously, "Is Feng Ning He's goal so low that she only aims for the top ten and doesn't strive for victory?"
"This is simply outrageous! It concerns the honor of our Feng family. If the ranking is high, the Feng family can hold their heads high. She's acting so recklessly!"
The Third Elder frowned, regretting that he couldn't personally capture Feng Ning He.
The Fourth Elder stared at the arena and stroked his long beard. "Why don't we send someone to invite her now? Perhaps she can still make it to the Hundred Arena Competition."
"I think this girl is stubborn. She herself said she wouldn't participate. Even if we send someone to invite her, what's the use?"
Feng Guang Yao spoke, a gleam in his eyes, feeling schadenfreude in his heart.
He didn't forget to chide, "The eldest miss doesn't consider our Feng family at all. She's too young to bear heavy responsibilities. She'll probably only stop at being the acting family head."
To be the family head, one must consider the family in everything.
Feng Ning He was still young, and her actions were all based on her personal preferences. How could such a young girl bear the heavy burden of a clan?
The First Elder pondered for a long time before finally opening his mouth. "Perhaps this girl has other ideas. We'll ask her about her plans when we return to the manor."
Until the end of the Hundred Arena Competition, Feng Ning He never appeared. This matter became a mystery to many cultivators.
The Arena.
Si Jian Ye's face was grim as he stood at the highest point of the arena, looking down.
He had almost turned the arena upside down, but he hadn't seen the figure he wanted to see.
"King of Hell, Miss is not here."
A Xi was already sweating profusely, beads of sweat covering his forehead, and he reported the results of the search with a headache.
Seeing that they were about to leave the Li Kingdom, the miss had run off.
Si Jian Ye spat out words as if spitting ice shards. "Investigate thoroughly! Find her at all costs. If Xin Xin is harmed, I will make the Li Kingdom pay with its existence."