The moment the medicinal herbs touched her skin, Feng Qingcheng's cheeks felt cool and the burning sensation dissipated significantly. However, the black spots on her face showed no signs of receding.
"Qingcheng, what's this about the black crows?"
Suddenly, a deep male voice echoed from outside the house.
Tang Zun strode in slowly, a hint of surprise on his face. "Even if there are black crows in Jinling, they wouldn't appear in the Immortal Sect without reason."
His words clearly held a deeper meaning.
Feng Qingcheng immediately understood Tang Zun's implication. "Master, are you suggesting someone deliberately targeted me and released the black crows?"
This thought instantly resolved her doubts.
The Immortal Sect had many disciples, and even if the black crows attacked, they shouldn't have pursued only her.
Tang Zun nodded gently. "Besides this, I can't think of any other reason, Master."
Feng Qingcheng's expression turned grim, her eyes cold, her lips tightly pressed. "Who exactly is so ruthless as to want my life?"
"Black crows feed on carrion. Their bodies contain potent poison, but it's not fatal in the short term, giving ample time to detoxify. I don't think this person actually wants your life."
Tang Zun spoke his mind. "Perhaps the mastermind behind this just wants to humiliate you."
If they wanted Feng Qingcheng dead, there would be no need to use black crows.
Feng Qingcheng almost bit through her teeth. "Master, I must thoroughly investigate this person's true intentions. Who wants to harm me!"
Her face was what she cherished and prided herself on the most.
Now, with black spots marring her complexion, it was more agonizing than losing her life.
Looking at Feng Qingcheng's once beautiful face now in such a state, Tang Zun couldn't help but sigh. "Qingcheng, I will first try to suppress the spread of the poison in your body, so the black spots don't continue to grow."
"Master, can it only be suppressed and not cured?"
Feng Qingcheng's heart tightened, her eyes fixed on Tang Zun, desperately seeking the answer she wanted.
Tang Zun shook his head slowly, his voice drawn out. "Dispelling the black spots is not easy. Even I am not confident, I can only try my best."
These simple words caused her to slump onto the chair, her eyes vacant.
Tang Zun was renowned in Jinling, and if even he couldn't cure it, who else could?
The bright moonlight cast her elongated shadow on the ground, making her appear desolate and lonely.
The next day.
The Immortal Sect was abuzz with activity.
News of Feng Qingcheng's predicament spread like wildfire, and disciples of the Immortal Sect were constantly discussing it in private.
"For years, I thought Sister Qingcheng was otherworldly, unlike other women in the world. I never expected her to sing such a lament to please the Underworld King."
"I didn't expect Sister Qingcheng to be this kind of person either... By the way, the black crows last night pecked Feng Qingcheng's face beyond recognition. Her title as the most beautiful in Jinling will probably be handed over now!"
Behind a rock garden, several cultivators were chatting animatedly.
"Then, who do you think is worthy of the title of Jinling's most beautiful?"
Suddenly, a female voice sounded from behind them.
One of the cultivators blurted out without hesitation, "To be honest, I think Feng Ninghe's beauty is unparalleled. If not for her cruel nature, she would be worthy of the title of Jinling's most beautiful."
Mentioning Feng Ninghe, everyone began to discuss. "That's true, Feng Ninghe's beauty is indeed stunning. No wonder the Underworld King treats her differently. If you ask me, the name Qingcheng would actually suit Feng Ninghe better."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The female voice spoke again.
This time, the voice carried a chill that sent shivers down the spines of the chattering cultivators.
The cultivators instinctively turned their heads to look behind them.
When they saw that it was Feng Qingcheng standing behind them, their pupils widened in shock, and they hastily retreated a few steps.
Feng Qingcheng narrowed her eyes, her gaze condescending as she coldly observed the group before her.
She wore a veil, completely concealing the black spots on her cheeks. Her exquisite eyes peeked through the veil, making one wonder what her hidden face looked like.
This icy demeanor also made people tremble.
One cultivator, as if struck by a thought, quickly spoke up. "Sis... Sister Qingcheng, I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave!"
"My stomach hurts, I need to go to the latrine quickly!"
"I have things to do too, I need to go out and buy supplies!"
In just a moment, the cultivators had vanished completely.
Feng Qingcheng's expression was dark, her face cold as she watched the figures of them fleeing.
Wang Junzhao, who followed closely behind her, grumbled, "Sister Qingcheng, these gossiping people only know how to spread rumors behind your back!"
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip, her heart filled with rage.
No one dared to speak ill of her behind her back before. Everyone kept their distance from her, but now these insignificant cultivators dared to jump on her.
Feng Qingcheng glanced at Wang Junzhao. "Did you get a good look at their faces just now?"
Wang Junzhao instantly understood her meaning and nodded vigorously. "Sister Qingcheng, don't worry, I've seen them all clearly. In the next few days, I'll find an opportunity to teach them a lesson they deserve."
Feng Qingcheng's mood improved slightly. Her slender hand unconsciously touched her cheek, and a flicker of hatred danced in her eyes.
Only she deserved the title of Jinling's most beautiful. Feng Ninghe was only fit to carry her shoes!
"Sister Qingcheng, Si Xin Xin's father is the Underworld King. If we can get her to ask the Underworld King for help, then there might be a way to cure your face and your injuries!"
Wang Junzhao's eyes lit up as if struck by an idea, and he said eagerly.
If others couldn't cure Feng Qingcheng, Si Jian Ye certainly could.
After all, the Western Underworld Continent had countless treasures, and the Underworld King's cultivation was famously powerful.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes lit up with hope, and she couldn't help but rush. "I almost forgot Si Xin Xin is still here!"
As long as she could appease Si Xin Xin or the Immortal Venerable well, she could get Si Jian Ye to act!
With this thought, she couldn't suppress her urgency and strode rapidly in one direction.
At the same time, in a room in the Immortal Sect.
Si Xin Xin patted her round belly, let out a satisfied burp, and looked at the table full of leftover dishes. "These dishes were truly delicious. Now that I'm full, it's time to go."
A Xi, holding a bundle, said, "Miss, everything is packed. We can depart at any time."
Si Xin Xin nimbly jumped off her chair and eagerly took Grandpa Luo's arm. "Grandpa Luo, let's go find Father and Mother. They must miss me very much!"
Grandpa Luo nodded without hesitation, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Alright, let's go!"
The group swaggered out of the room.
Not long after they left, a figure rushed into the room in a hurry.
Feng Qingcheng, however, found the room empty.
The room was exceptionally clean, as if no one lived there.
"Where are they?"
Her brows furrowed deeply, a trace of unease flickering in her eyes.