Upon learning the ins and outs of the matter, a flicker of interest appeared in Di Yang's eyes.
He had said that, given Feng Ninghe's temperament, she wouldn't have acted rashly.
While Feng Qingcheng was unfortunate to be poisoned, she had no one to blame but herself. If she hadn't attacked first, Feng Ninghe wouldn't have retaliated.
After Wang Junzhao finished speaking, he couldn't help but curse, "I can't believe Feng Ninghe's vengefulness is so deep. It was enough for her to taste poison herself, but she had to poison Sister Qingcheng too."
Feng Qingcheng lay on the bed, unconscious. Her complexion grew paler, and her breath grew weaker.
Tang Zun was busy treating her.
As if remembering something, Di Yang changed the subject, "Was Feng Ninghe injured?"
Wang Junzhao gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously, "Sect Master, she's perfectly fine, not a single hair out of place!"
Having received the answer he wanted, Di Yang's lips curved upwards imperceptibly, a few smiles appearing in his eyes.
It was best that Feng Ninghe was unharmed.
Tang Zun poured all the bottles and jars of elixirs into his mouth.
Baili Yang eagerly stepped forward, "Tang Zun, how is Qingcheng? Is there a way to treat her?"
Tang Zun sighed softly, his gaze lowered, "I will do my best to treat her, but the longer the Black Ly is in her body, the greater the damage to her. Even I cannot guarantee that the Black Ly will not cause her harm."
This poison was truly potent.
Even if he could cure the poison in Feng Qingcheng's body, the Black Ly would cause her permanent, indelible damage.
He wondered what methods that demoness Feng Ninghe had used to completely clear the poison...
Willow Face Sect.
Feng Ninghe and the others also returned to Willow Face Sect immediately.
"Miss Feng, frankly, I truly admire you. You get revenge right away! If it weren't for you, we would have frozen to death in the snow long ago. How could we have had the chance to live!"
A cultivator approached Feng Ninghe, his eyes sparkling, and praised her.
She smiled dismissively, a hint of fearlessness on her delicate face, "Sixth Master is my friend, so it's only right that I take care of the sect disciples."
She was a person who repaid kindness, and naturally, she would reciprocate Su Hongxiu's favor.
As she turned, she seemed to notice something and her gaze shifted to Gongyi Yuan.
Gongyi Yuan had followed them all the way to Willow Face Sect. As the sect leader of the First Sect, he shouldn't have been here.
Feng Ninghe subtly withdrew her gaze and proactively asked, "Senior, are you planning to visit Willow Face Sect?"
Gongyi Yuan looked up at the sect's plaque, his gaze falling specifically on Su Hongxiu, "Flowing Years Sect looks extremely lively and the scenery is beautiful. Is it convenient for Sixth Master to prepare a guest room?"
His disciple hadn't been received yet, so how could he bear to leave?
Once he returned to the First Sect, without guidance, outsiders wouldn't be able to find it.
"Of course, it's convenient. Willow Face Sect's doors are always open for you. You can stay as long as you wish."
Su Hongxiu gently fanned herself with a bone fan, her smile as warm as spring, "I heard that Senior enjoys good wine. My Willow Face Sect has plenty of wine. Why don't you try it, Senior?"
Upon hearing about good wine, Gongyi Yuan grinned and nodded eagerly, "Then thank you, Sixth Master."
Everyone knew that the sect leader of the First Sect loved wine, and only wine.
If they could foster good relations with the First Sect, it would be of no harm to Willow Face Sect.
The spatial jade bracelet on Feng Ninghe's wrist emitted a faint glow at this moment.
She sent a wisp of her divine sense into the spatial bracelet.
Inside the spatial jade bracelet, Di Wenbin struggled to move his eyelids. He seemed to want to break free from his restraints, constantly struggling.
But he couldn't open his eyes, and something seemed to be missing.
A hint of joy appeared in her eyes, and Feng Ninghe's heart couldn't help but rejoice.
Di Wenbin was about to wake up.
She had waited for a long time, and this little brat was finally going to wake up!
Feng Ninghe hurriedly shifted her gaze to everyone else, "After a long journey, I feel very tired. I'll go back to my room to rest."
After a brief greeting, she returned to her room.
Feng Ninghe waved her hand.
A remnant soul shot out from the spatial jade bracelet and appeared in the room.
Di Wenbin weakly moved his eyelids, his gaze sweeping around the room.
When his gaze fell on Feng Ninghe, his pupils widened sharply, and his weak body instinctively took a step back, "Ah! Feng Ninghe! Why are you here!"
The scream was piercing, threatening to tear through the sky.
Di Wenbin's eyes were filled with horror as he looked at everything before him in disbelief.
He was actually alone in a room with Feng Ninghe!
Feng Ninghe, as if annoyed by the noise, gently rubbed her temples, pulled out a chair, and sat down calmly, "Be surprised, but don't scream so loudly."
Bang!
The door to the room was also pushed open at this moment.
Si Jianye heard the commotion and was the first to rush into the room, "What happened?"
When he saw the ethereal remnant soul in the room, he instantly understood what had happened.
So Di Wenbin had woken up.
Bai Niannian and Feng Xing also barged into the room at this moment.
They didn't know that Di Wenbin still had a remnant soul.
"This... Di Wenbin?"
Bai Niannian's eyes widened, and she scrutinized him from head to toe with surprise, "You still have a remnant soul in this world? I thought you had completely perished and died!"
Di Wenbin grunted slightly displeased, "How could I die? As the only son of the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, who would dare to harm me?"
He had been asleep for too long, so long that he had forgotten what exactly had happened.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyelids, her indifferent gaze slowly falling on him, "Are you sure no one dared to harm you? Why don't you look at your own body first."
Di Wenbin quickly lowered his head to look at his body.
His body was extremely weak, as if it could dissipate at any moment.
"My hands!"
"My feet! How did I become like this! What's going on!"
Di Wenbin was stunned, unable to believe he had become like this.
Bai Niannian crossed her arms and snorted, "Don't you understand yet? Of course, you're dead. You only have a remnant soul left, and you can't do anything but glare."
She hadn't forgotten how Di Wenbin had treated her when they were in Li Country.
She had no good impression of this person at all.
Di Wenbin suddenly seemed to remember something, and collapsed on the ground in disarray, his expression dazed, "I... I'm dead?"
Countless memories flooded his mind at this moment, and he recalled everything.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyelids and looked at him calmly, "Tell me, how did you die."
What concerned her most was the cause of Di Wenbin's death, even though she already knew who the mastermind was.
Di Wenbin's expression was grief-stricken, and he covered his face, weeping, "It was... Feng Qingcheng!"
He never dreamed that one day he would die at the hands of his most respected senior sister.
Over the years, he had trusted Feng Qingcheng immensely and had stood up for her repeatedly.
"I knew it was her!"
Bai Niannian couldn't sit still any longer. She suddenly stood up, her eyes burning with fury.