Feng Tongtong was sweating profusely from the pain, her body curled up tightly. She still managed to curse, "You'd better pray you don't fall into my hands, or I'll have you cut into a thousand pieces!"
Watching the figure struggling in pain before her, Feng Ninghe raised a delicate eyebrow and sneered, "This pain is nothing compared to what you inflicted on me five years ago. Everything today is what you deserve."
"Feng Ninghe! When my second sister returns, she will not let you go. That will be your death day!"
Feng Tongtong, her face ashen, spat out a venomous threat.
Mentioning Feng Qingcheng, a strong sense of anticipation flickered in Feng Ninghe's eyes.
After five years apart, she couldn't wait to meet Feng Qingcheng.
Everything that happened today was merely the beginning.
After achieving Nascent Soul cultivation, a string of new memories appeared in her mind.
This body was actually a vessel for her Nascent Soul.
No wonder... she ended up here.
After her Nascent Soul left her body and wandered the mortal realm, it was on the verge of dissipation when it found Feng Ninghe, who had died shortly after birth, and became the new Feng Ninghe.
The Nascent Soul and she were one. The profound memories in her mind were all experiences she had gone through.
"Help! Someone, quickly help me! Feng Ninghe, that madwoman, dared to lay a hand on me!"
Watching her spiritual energy dissipate bit by bit, Feng Tongtong was furious, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
With her spiritual power crippled, she was no longer the third young lady of the Feng family with outstanding talent, but a cultivation cripple.
The titles that were once pinned on Feng Ninghe would now be pinned on her.
"Feng Ninghe, you are so heartless. Why didn't you die five years ago? What have you been through all these years? Why has your cultivation advanced so rapidly?"
Feng Tongtong shrieked hysterically, her eyes filled with hatred. She used the last bit of her spiritual energy to strike fiercely at Feng Ninghe.
However, the spiritual energy was easily neutralized.
Feng Ninghe gazed at her with cold eyes, her calm demeanor masking an unfathomable depth. "Back then, Feng Qingcheng cut open my abdomen with a dagger. Today, I will return the favor."
"What else do you want! Don't touch my stomach! You madwoman!"
Feng Tongtong turned and fled, trying to escape the demon.
But as soon as she moved, a figure appeared before her.
Feng Ninghe, clad in white, her serene face like a crescent moon in the sky, held a dagger in her slender hand.
Feng Tongtong panicked, shaking her head frantically. Her knees buckled, and she knelt directly on the ground. "Feng Ninghe, my cultivation is gone. You've gotten what you wanted. Please don't cut my stomach!"
Feng Ninghe remained unmoved. She controlled the dagger with her spiritual energy and slashed fiercely at Feng Tongtong's abdomen!
"Ah! Feng Ninghe, you slut! How dare you do this to me!"
As the dagger fell, bright red blood soaked through Feng Tongtong's clothes. She was already drenched in sweat and continued to curse.
Feng Ninghe merely smiled, dropped the dagger, and turned to leave.
Watching her walk away with such ease, Feng Tongtong's eyes were bloodshot. She clenched her fists, hatred surging within her. "Feng Ninghe! You can't just walk away. You wait! If I don't kill you with my own hands, I swear I'm not human!"
Feng Tongtong hastily tended to her wounds, applied the best medicinal herbs, and limped out of the room.
"Third Young Lady, what happened to you!"
Hearing the commotion, Taohua rushed over, her face filled with panic. She quickly helped Feng Tongtong up.
With her cultivation completely gone, all her strength had been drained. She leaned weakly against Taohua, her eyes blazing with hatred. "This is all Feng Ninghe's doing. She crippled my cultivation and brought me to this state! This matter cannot be let go! Go find Father and the elders to uphold justice for me!"
The pond.
The Gathering Spirit Flower bloomed brilliantly, with countless spiritual energies converging.
Feng Ninghe sat cross-legged beside the Great Elder, with Xiao Zhao perched on her shoulder.
Xiao Zhao bared its teeth and chuckled, its clear,琉璃-like blue eyes holding a hint of slyness. It murmured softly,
"Master, Xiao Zhao performed very well. I will never disappoint you."
She smiled slowly, gently stroking Xiao Zhao's fur, her gaze subtly deepening.
The feud between her and Feng Tongtong was considered over. However, if this woman, ignorant of her own limitations, continued to stir up trouble, she wouldn't mind taking good care of her.
"Father! Mother!"
Feng Tongtong, supported by Taohua, hurried over, already in tears. "Elders, please uphold justice for me!"
Her arrival instantly drew everyone's attention.
Feng Tongtong's clothes were stained with a large patch of bright red blood, her face was pale, and she looked utterly weak.
"What happened?"
Madam Zhang rushed over from the side, looking at her anxiously. "Tongtong, how did you become like this?"
Feng Tongtong put on a mournful face, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and collapsed helplessly onto Taohua. "It was Feng Ninghe! She crippled my cultivation and made me this way. From now on, I can never cultivate again!"
Feng Guangyao was shocked. He hurried over, his eyes filled with urgency. "What? Feng Ninghe crippled your cultivation?"
The elders and younger generation of the Feng family became restless, whispering amongst themselves.
Feng Ninghe calmly stood up and slowly walked towards Feng Tongtong.
Her exquisitely featured face showed no strong emotions. Her voice was clear and melodious. "When did I cripple your cultivation?"
Seeing her, Feng Tongtong wished she could rush forward and tear apart that hypocritical face. Even her breathing grew heavier. "Just now, Feng Ninghe broke into my room, crippled my cultivation, and attacked me severely. Her cultivation is far above mine, and I am no match for her!"
"Just now?"
The Great Elder raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and cast his gaze upon Feng Ninghe. "Wasn't she meditating here just now?"
Feng Ninghe nodded obediently, her clean, fair face looking earnest. "The Great Elder is correct. I have been at the pond the entire time and have not left. Where would I have had the time to go to your room?"
Feng Tongtong's face was ashen, and she hissed, "Feng Ninghe, it was you who broke into my room, attacked me, and ruined my cultivation, turning me into a cripple. Now that I've become like this, how can I marry the First Prince!"
If her marriage to the First Prince were to succeed, it would benefit the entire Feng family.
The Second Elder quickly approached her and scanned her body with his divine sense. Detecting the complete absence of spiritual energy within her, the Second Elder looked at everyone. "The Third Young Lady's cultivation has indeed been crippled."
Feng Tongtong put on a mournful face and wept bitterly. "I implore the elders to uphold justice for me. What if the First Prince refuses to marry me because of this?"
The Fourth Elder stroked his long beard and turned his gaze to Feng Ninghe, his words laced with a hint of confusion. "The Eldest Young Lady was here the entire time, as we all saw. She never left, so how could she have had the opportunity to attack you?"