Feng Qingcheng's eyes flickered with a hint of panic.
For some reason, a nameless fear bloomed in her heart.
She had no doubt that if the opportunity allowed, this woman would take her life!
But with so many people watching, how could she reveal her fear?
Feng Qingcheng forced herself to remain calm, yet the fleeting panic on her face betrayed her inner turmoil.
This panic was clearly visible in Feng Ninghe's eyes.
She sneered, a hint of disdain in her gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Feng Qingcheng, you know perfectly well who killed Di Wenbin. As for Mo Zisang, he dug his own grave."
In the Li Kingdom, Mo Zisang had repeatedly provoked her; they already had a history.
If Mo Zisang hadn't insisted on fighting, would he have ended up dead?
"Nonsense!"
Feng Qingcheng rebuked sharply, her angry eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe, "You scheming demoness, who knows what tricks you're planning in secret!"
Feng Ninghe looked at the woman before her with utter disdain, "I don't need tricks to deal with you."
She took a step forward, and a powerful, forceful spiritual energy instantly surged towards Feng Qingcheng.
The immense spiritual energy enveloped Feng Qingcheng, binding her tightly.
Feng Qingcheng felt as if her limbs were no longer her own, beyond her control. Her chest ached, as if something was relentlessly pressing down on her body!
"Feng Ninghe! What do you think you're doing!"
Tang Zun shouted sternly, his hand flicking out to disperse the oppressive aura, and he positioned himself in front of Feng Qingcheng.
Feng Qingcheng instantly breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for air, and patted her chest with lingering fear.
Moments ago, she had been unable to move. Even if Feng Ninghe had attacked her, she would have had no power to resist, destined only to die.
The restraints on Baili Yang were also released at this moment, allowing him to finally speak.
He cast aside all caution, speaking whatever came to mind, "Feng Ninghe, the Emperor of Li treated you with great kindness and never mistreated you, yet you are ungrateful and betray me!"
Feng Ninghe shot him a cold glance, "If not for the Emperor of Li, do you think you would still be alive?"
The Emperor of Li had indeed treated her well.
The Empress regarded her as a sister.
Feng Ninghe would not forget the kindness she owed, nor would she fail to exact revenge for what was due.
It felt as if a large hand was tightly clenching Baili Yang's throat. He stared at the beautiful, cold, and delicate face before him, unable to utter a single word.
This woman was not lying.
As long as Feng Ninghe willed it, she could take his life at any moment.
But he refused to yield, a ball of rage constantly churning in his chest with nowhere to vent.
Not far away.
Si Jianye and the others watched everything silently.
At this moment, Si Jianye forgot about the events in the palace. His heart was filled with interest, his gaze freely resting on Feng Ninghe.
He wanted to know what surprising actions Feng Ninghe would take next.
His monotonous days were enlivened by this woman.
Tang Zun warned in a low voice, "Feng Ninghe, your actions are reckless and arrogant to the extreme. Do you intend to make an enemy of the entire Immortal Sect? As long as I am here today, you will not lay a single hair on Qingcheng!"
Hiding behind Tang Zun, Feng Qingcheng seemed to gain immense confidence, straightening her chest instantly, her angry eyes constantly sweeping towards Feng Ninghe.
Other sect cultivators were present, all watching with wide eyes.
If this wretched woman dared to attack her, she would be scorned by everyone!
Feng Ninghe would once again become a public enemy.
"Ninghe, do whatever you wish."
A deep, resonant male voice slowly echoed.
Si Jianye slightly raised his eyes, his hands casually crossed over his chest, his gaze as dark and unfathomable as ink.
Feng Ninghe subconsciously turned her gaze to the one who had spoken.
A faint chill emanated from Si Jianye, his expression not changing significantly.
His profound eyes made it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
These simple words gave Feng Ninghe the greatest assurance.
It seemed that with Si Jianye present, she had nothing to worry about.
And indeed, that was the case.
She had to admit that Si Jianye had helped her a great deal.
Among the crowd, cultivators whispered, "Who is he? Why is he wearing a golden mask? Could he be so hideous that he cannot show his true face?"
Others recognized the golden mask instantly, "He... he is the King of the Underworld from Xiyou Continent!"
"What? The King of the Underworld from Xiyou Continent is also here in the secret realm! I actually have the chance to see such a noble figure!"
"I've long heard that this King of the Underworld and Feng Ninghe have an unusual relationship, and seeing them now, it's true!"
"This is the King of the Underworld! Even with a mask obscuring his features, he is still incredibly handsome!"
The cultivators buzzed with excitement, their gazes frequently falling on Si Jianye.
Opportunities to interact with Si Jianye were exceedingly rare.
The cultivators' hearts were filled with awe. They wanted to come forward and curry favor, but this King of the Underworld was unpredictable; offending him carelessly could cost them their heads.
The crowd wisely took a step back at this moment, widening the distance between themselves and Feng Ninghe, lest they be caught in the crossfire.
Feng Qingcheng's fury burned intensely, her eyes seeming capable of flaying Feng Ninghe alive.
No one knew how intensely she envied Feng Ninghe.
Over the years, she had tried her best to please Si Jianye, but she couldn't even get the man she loved to spare her more than a glance.
Feng Ninghe, without expending much effort, could make Si Jianye treat her with exceptional regard.
Feng Ninghe subtly lowered her gaze, concealing her emotions, "Tang Zun, there is still an unsettled score between us. You don't need to rush; it won't be long before I settle this account with you properly."
These words made Feng Xing's blood boil.
He knew this score was to be settled for Old Man Xu.
Seeking justice for Old Man Xu was their primary objective in staying in Jinling.
"Settle a score? You?"
Tang Zun looked at her with contempt, a hint of disdain in his eyes, "You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you think you can make a move on me?"
He had been a prominent figure in Jinling for many years; how could he be challenged by such a young upstart?
This woman's talent was undeniable, but in terms of methods and schemes, she was far from his match.
Feng Ninghe ignored Tang Zun and strode towards Feng Qingcheng, her cold female voice slowly uttered, "Feng Qingcheng, you inflicted the Black Litchi poison upon me, so I will return the favor, using your own method to poison you with the same substance."
"What did you say?"
Feng Qingcheng glanced at her dismissively, as if watching a joke, "Black Litchi is a potent and difficult-to-cure poison. It's hard enough to even find it. You think you can poison me? Are you joking?"
She didn't know what means this wretched woman had used to detoxify herself, and obtaining the same poison again was no easy feat.
Feng Qingcheng had gone to great lengths and employed many methods to procure the poison.
This poison not only contained all the venomous essences of the world but also incorporated the resentful energy of tragically deceased spirits.