Su Qian couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes and blurted out her thoughts, "Sixth Master, did you save her just for a so-called favor?"
She had followed Sixth Master for a long time and had never seen him save anyone.
There were more than enough people who wanted to do business with Liu Mian Ge.
Naturally, there was no need to go out of his way to help someone for a favor.
Su Hongxiu smiled without speaking, her eyes deep and lingering. She fanned herself with a bone fan, her fingers slender and well-defined, and calmly turned to leave.
In a hidden cave.
Feng Ninghe stumbled into the cave.
The spiritual energy coursing through her body felt as if it would burst out, impossible to suppress.
At this moment, blood was streaming from all seven of her orifices, and she had become a small bloody figure.
Enduring the excruciating pain, her small face was pale as she forced herself to absorb and circulate spiritual energy.
"Finally, there's a place for this master to show his skills!"
A cheerful voice, tinged with a hint of pride, drifted over.
The ginseng seedling darted out. After some time, the ginseng seedling was as tall as an arm, and its stem had grown many tender leaves.
It shook its few tender leaves, and beads of crystal-clear water, imbued with potent spiritual energy, floated towards Feng Ninghe's mouth.
As the water beads entered her mouth, they swiftly calmed the chaotic spiritual energy within her body, tightly enveloping her dantian.
The ginseng seedling reluctantly plucked a tender leaf and placed it in her mouth. "I told you, this master is of great use. Keeping me won't make you regret it!"
The voice of the ginseng seedling faintly echoed in her ears.
Feng Ninghe felt a warm current rapidly flowing through her body, and a heavy drowsiness kept pulling her into unconsciousness.
No one in the Feng family noticed that a carriage was missing.
Everyone was still excitedly discussing the blooming of the Spirit Gathering Flowers.
A carriage quietly rejoined the convoy.
Inside the carriage, Feng Tongtong's red lips curved into a triumphant smile. On her exquisitely made-up face, her smile held a hint of coldness.
Seeing that she was in good spirits, Taohua flattered her from the side, "Congratulations, Third Miss, on getting what you wished for. From now on, that wretched woman will no longer bother you."
The resentment in Feng Tongtong's heart dissipated considerably at this moment. Her eyes were sharp. "Even if she has extraordinary talent and attracts the attention of all the major immortal sects, so what? In the face of absolute power, she is nothing!"
Inside the cave.
Feng Ninghe slept exceptionally soundly. Vaguely, she felt someone prying at her eyelids.
She instinctively raised an eyebrow and opened her eyes.
"Master, you're awake!"
Xiao Zhao had transformed into human form. The small horns on his head made his face look honest and cute, and his palm-sized face was filled with eagerness.
Chi Xia was overjoyed and tearfully reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Eldest Miss, it's wonderful that you're alright."
The ginseng seedling, with its hands on its hips, didn't forget to take credit. "It's still me who's amazing, making Master suffer less."
Feng Ninghe felt refreshed and invigorated. She had slept exceptionally well. She turned to look outside the cave. "How long have I slept? What time is it now?"
Chi Xia quickly replied, "You slept for half a day. The sky has darkened, and everyone will be arriving at the manor soon."
As she got up, she looked up at the bright full moon hanging high in the night sky. Her eyes curved, and a faint smile appeared. "We should leave too."
The manor.
The Feng family members arrived one after another.
The pond was full of Spirit Gathering Flowers, and the spiritual energy here was exceptionally rich.
The younger generation was excited, with some even sitting directly by the pond to absorb spiritual energy.
"Why isn't Eldest Sister here?"
Feng Tongtong's gaze swept around. She seemed to notice something, and a hint of confusion appeared on her exquisitely made-up face.
Her words also successfully attracted everyone's attention.
Feng Guangyao concealed the fleeting joy in his eyes and pretended to be serious as he turned to Old Man Xu. "Immortal Xu, Ninghe is your disciple. Do you know where she went?"
From the moment he got into the carriage, Old Man Xu knew that Feng Guangyao had deliberately sent him away.
Old Man Xu then turned his gaze to his surroundings, a hint of urgency appearing in his eyes.
Logically, even if something had delayed her, it shouldn't have taken Feng Ninghe too long.
Could it be...
Had this girl truly encountered trouble?
Just as Old Man Xu was pondering, a clear female voice reached his ears.
"Third Miss actually cares about me so much, missing me after just a short while."
Feng Ninghe walked over unhurriedly, her eyes curved, her smile pure.
Feng Tongtong's body suddenly stumbled, almost falling to the ground. She widened her eyes and stared intently at the figure in front of her, unable to hide her astonishment.
Feng Ninghe's appearance also surprised Feng Guangyao and Zhang Shi.
"Feng... Feng Ninghe?"
Feng Tongtong asked hesitantly, "Is it really you?"
Feng Ninghe took a step forward, her eyes cool, with a hint of coldness in them. Her voice was icy. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost when you see me, Third Miss? Don't you want to see me?"
The leisurely female voice instantly drew Feng Tongtong's attention back. She forced a smile and replied, "What are you saying, Eldest Sister? Our Feng family relies on you now. How could we not want to see you?"
Feng Ninghe didn't say much. She cast a cold glance at Feng Tongtong before calmly withdrawing her gaze. "Everyone hasn't eaten yet. Isn't Uncle going to take us to eat?"
Feng Guangyao snapped back to attention and quickly beckoned everyone.
The manor grew spiritual rice, so the food here contained spiritual energy to some extent, which was beneficial for cultivators.
Soon, everyone was heading to eat in a grand procession.
Zhang Shi also immediately approached Feng Tongtong and spoke in a voice only they could hear. "Tongtong, didn't Elder Mo's intervention mean Feng Ninghe would be crippled even if she didn't die? What's going on now?"
This was precisely what Feng Tongtong wanted to know. Hatred flickered in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth. "I saw Mo Zisang appear and hide in the shadows with my own eyes, so I left with peace of mind. I don't know how Feng Ninghe is still alive and well!"
As an enforcement elder of the Immortal Sect, Mo Zisang's strength was undeniable. Feng Ninghe couldn't possibly escape from his hands.
What exactly happened?
Feng Tongtong clutched her sleeve tightly, almost tearing it.
Servants had already prepared the food, and everyone could begin eating upon arrival.
"Ninghe, we've all arrived, and you're only just getting here. Why were you so slow? Did something happen?"
Feng Guangyao looked at her with a hint of curiosity, his words carrying a touch of probing.
Feng Ninghe had no chance of winning against Mo Zisang.
Yet, this woman could return safely. There must be something fishy going on.
Facing the question, Feng Ninghe smiled dismissively. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, her eyes were as calm as water, without a ripple. "I ran into an old acquaintance on the way and chatted for a bit, which caused a slight delay."
"An acquaintance?"
Feng Tongtong's delicate eyebrows knitted together, and her scrutinizing gaze swept over Feng Ninghe inch by inch.
Mo Zisang and Feng Ninghe were not on peaceful terms. To describe them as acquaintances was simply laughable.
But why could Feng Ninghe return safely?
Could it be that Mo Zisang had let her go?