"You've already advanced?"
Mo Zisang couldn't hide his surprise. His male voice was full of astonishment, "Your internal energy has clearly reached the Nascent Soul stage, so why are you only advancing now?"
He could sense two distinct spiritual energies within Feng Ninghe.
But regardless, this woman reaching the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, her talent was unmatched, even by Feng Qingcheng.
Mo Zisang's face darkened, a dense killing intent flickering rapidly in his eyes.
This woman had to die.
The enmity was already established. If she didn't die, she would become a problem for him one day.
However, if she were to die just like this, it would be a waste of such a stunning face. He might as well cherish it a bit more...
Feng Ninghe didn't answer the question. She lowered her gaze, suppressing the memories that surfaced in her mind, and already held a handful of poison powder.
She propped herself up and, in a disheveled state, rose to meet Mo Zisang's gaze.
"Elder Mo, I truly cannot defeat you. You mentioned dual cultivation earlier, and I've thought about it carefully. I think..."
Her voice trailed off softly at the end.
Mo Zisang couldn't hear clearly and leaned closer, "Have you reconsidered?"
Suddenly, Feng Ninghe raised her hand and flung the handful of poison powder fiercely at Mo Zisang.
This poison powder was specially concocted by her to deal with vile creatures like Mo Zisang.
Just a single inhalation would render Mo Zisang incapable of any intimate relations for life.
The potent poison turned into a cloud of smoke, obscuring Mo Zisang's vision.
With a gentle wave of his outstretched hand, the smoke in front of him dispersed completely.
Mo Zisang didn't take the poisonous smoke seriously, looking at her dismissively, "Feng Ninghe, do you think such low-class tricks can make me yield? I've spoken good and bad, I am an Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect. This little thing can't stop me! I advise you to surrender peacefully and avoid suffering!"
Feng Ninghe merely smiled at this, a deeper meaning in her expression.
To kill the spirit and then the flesh.
Against vile creatures like Mo Zisang, one had to use special methods.
The smile that graced her clean, fair cheeks was incredibly bright. Even with her hair disheveled and a smear of fresh blood at the corner of her mouth, she was even more captivating.
In just a moment, Mo Zisang snapped back to his senses. He averted his gaze and advanced towards her, his male voice laced with wickedness, "Feng Ninghe, what's the point of your struggling here? In the end, you will still have to submit to me."
Just as he was about to make a move, a clear male voice echoed through the forest.
"What a lively scene."
The moment the male voice sounded, Mo Zisang stopped his actions. A layer of caution appeared in his eyes as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings, "Who is lurking in the shadows, putting on a show?"
He could clearly sense a dangerous presence hidden within the woods.
A tall, solitary figure emerged from the shadows.
The man's well-defined fingers gently fanned himself with a folding fan, the wind playfully ruffling his black hair.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyes and met the newcomer's gaze.
At that glance, she saw a hint of a smile in the man's eyes.
The smile brought a touch of liveliness to Sixth Master's handsome face.
"Su Hongxiu, is that you?"
Mo Zisang jumped in surprise, his eyebrows raising. He stared at the figure who had appeared before him and couldn't help but curse under his breath, "What rotten luck, to run into you even here."
Su Hongxiu?
Upon hearing this name, Feng Ninghe was slightly taken aback.
When she first heard the name "Sixth Master," she had assumed the person with this name was a tough, muscular man.
Who would have thought that Sixth Master's appearance was so different from his name?
The name Su Hongxiu, on the other hand, gave a different impression.
It sounded more like a woman's name.
Perhaps Su Hongxiu disliked his name for not being manly enough, hence he gave himself a nickname?
His true name revealed, Su Hongxiu raised his eyebrows slightly in displeasure and grunted, "I'm also surprised to encounter you here. As an Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect, what bad deeds are you up to?"
His strong, resonant male voice carried a hint of threat.
It also made Mo Zisang feel a sense of danger.
He instinctively tightened his grip on his long sword, his gaze lifted dismissively, staring directly at the person before him, "Are you here to ruin my good deed?"
Su Hongxiu didn't say much, his solitary figure standing still in place, his well-defined hand leisurely fanning himself.
"Feng Ninghe, your luck is truly immense."
Mo Zisang spat out the words almost through gritted teeth, "Someone like Su Hongxiu is intervening for you. I'll spare you for today, but you might not be so lucky next time."
Mo Zisang knew his objective for today couldn't be achieved. He didn't linger and turned to leave.
Watching his departing figure, Feng Ninghe instantly let out a sigh of relief and leaned weakly against a large tree.
*Pfft—*
Another mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth.
She instinctively lowered her gaze to her hands.
To deal with Mo Zisang, she had used the power from her previous life. Now, time was almost up, and her spiritual energy was gradually dissipating from her body.
Her body felt like a deflated ball, limp and weak. Her internal organs felt as if they had been scorched by fire.
Feng Ninghe couldn't afford to care about anything else. She quickly took out a bottle of spiritual medicine from her spatial jade bracelet and consumed it.
As the medicine entered her mouth, a cool spiritual energy flowed through her body, soothing the burning sensation in her internal organs.
These medicines were prepared by her in advance, precisely to prevent this day.
Even after taking the spiritual medicine, her body still felt extremely uncomfortable.
"If you need to meditate, do so. Rest assured, I am unlike that hypocritical Mo Zisang. I won't make a move against you, and with me here, he won't dare to return."
Su Hongxiu noticed her condition and spoke up proactively.
Feng Ninghe looked up at Su Hongxiu, cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, and struggled to her feet, "Sixth Master, thank you for your assistance today. I will remember this favor. As for meditating, there's no need. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave."
With that, she endured the discomfort in her body and turned to leave.
She did not trust Su Hongxiu.
Even though he had indeed intervened to help her today, it didn't mean she would automatically trust him and turn her back to him.
In the past, it was precisely because she had trusted others too easily that she had met her demise and become a wandering soul.
Watching Feng Ninghe's retreating figure, Su Hongxiu's lips curved upwards involuntarily, his gaze deep.
He could tell that Feng Ninghe's body had reached its limit and needed to meditate and recover as soon as possible.
Feng Ninghe didn't trust him, and he didn't intend to force her.
Su Qian, however, frowned at this moment, looking slightly displeased at the receding figure, "Sixth Master, this woman is so unappreciative. You clearly saved her, yet her attitude is so indifferent, throwing out a few casual words."
Su Hongxiu didn't take these words to heart, his eyes still holding a spark of amusement, "She doesn't trust me, but it's fine. After all, I haven't known her for long. Since she said she acknowledges the favor, she naturally won't be ungrateful."