Wang Junzhao hastily said, "Sister Qingcheng, I'll help you ask where they went."
A moment later, Wang Junzhao appeared before her with a disciple.
The disciple pointed in a direction, "I saw them with their bags on their backs, walking in this direction."
"What? They left?"
Feng Qingcheng's heart leaped into her throat. Biting her lip, she turned and left without a word.
She had gone to great lengths to serve Si Xin Xin, and she had been counting on this little one to be useful. Now, they were just leaving?
She had to catch up quickly!
Wang Junzhao hurried after her, still shouting, "Sister Qingcheng, wait for me!"
*
Willow Noodle Sect.
A figure tirelessly practiced swordplay, weaving through the room.
Feng Ninghe practiced the Snow Three Forms again and again, each strike sharper than the last.
Not far away, Si Jianye leaned on a bed, holding a book in his slender hand.
His gaze occasionally fell on Feng Ninghe, his cool eyes holding a hint of depth.
This woman had such an opportunity to obtain the Snow Three Forms.
The Snow Three Forms were once renowned across the continent, consisting of only three forms, each mastered leading to rapid progress.
Feng Ninghe continued her movements in the room.
After an unknown amount of time, she stopped, a radiant smile on her delicate face, "The Snow Three Forms are truly powerful!"
She could feel the abundant spiritual energy within her.
The Snow Three Forms were not only powerful but also consumed very little spiritual energy.
Feng Ninghe excitedly sheathed her sword. As her gaze swept across the surroundings, she gasped in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The previously clean and tidy room was in ruins. Even the wooden table was split in half, and the walls were covered in sword marks.
"What happened?"
She instinctively rubbed her eyes, trying to confirm if what she saw was an illusion.
Just then, a deep, magnetic male voice echoed, "These are naturally all your doing."
The moment the voice sounded, Feng Ninghe jumped in fright, her body trembling involuntarily. She exclaimed, "Si Jianye! What are you doing here!"
Creak—
Xiao Zhao, who had been resting and waiting outside, heard the commotion inside and rushed in.
Seeing Feng Ninghe awake, Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, you're finally awake. I was afraid you'd tear down this entire mountain if you didn't wake up."
Feng Ninghe didn't respond to Xiao Zhao, her gaze falling on Si Jianye with a hint of inquiry, "When did you enter my room?"
She had been so engrossed in her practice that she hadn't noticed another person in the room.
Facing the question, Si Jianye raised his eyes slightly, his cool gaze shifting to her, "I arrived before you could tear down this mountain. You should be grateful to me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have a room."
Feng Ninghe tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings.
The room, littered with debris, looked as though it was about to be dismantled.
She instinctively looked at Xiao Zhao, her voice laced with hesitation, "Xiao Zhao, am I that terrifying?"
She had been immersed in her sword practice and was unaware of what had happened outside.
Xiao Zhao nodded solemnly, her expression grave, "Master, if the King of Hell hadn't arrived in time, you would have probably torn down this entire mountain."
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but twitch the corner of her lips, a slightly awkward smile appearing, "How long have I been practicing?"
Having just arrived, it would be too excessive to tear down the mountain of the First Sect right away...
Xiao Zhao dutifully held up two fingers, quickly saying, "Master, you've been practicing for five days."
"It's been that long."
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but murmur, "I didn't expect that practicing would take five days."
Si Jianye casually raised his eyelids, his deep eyes growing more profound, "You spent five days mastering the first form of the Snow Three Forms. Do you perhaps think you're not practicing fast enough?"
Some people would never grasp the Snow Three Forms in their lifetime.
If not for his own superior talent, he would have marveled at Feng Ninghe's heaven-defying comprehension.
Feng Ninghe nodded earnestly, "If I could be faster, that would be best, but such things cannot be forced."
If possible, she wished she could ascend to the heavens in a single step and advance her cultivation by leaps and bounds.
Who would ever complain about having too high a cultivation?
Feng Ninghe strode forward and pushed open the door, "Xiao Zhao, let's go outside for some fresh air and then visit the lotus pond."
Upon hearing the mention of a stroll, Xiao Zhao's face lit up, her young face beaming with joy, "Okay!"
She paused, then calmly looked at Si Jianye, "King of Hell, I appreciate your kindness. I won't accept it for nothing."
As her voice fell, Si Jianye met her gaze, "Then how will you repay me?"
Their eyes met, both holding an unspoken depth.
The kindness of the King of Hell was not something everyone could incur.
Even repayment would have to be something substantial.
The simple words caused Feng Ninghe to fall silent.
After a long moment, she finally spoke, "There will be time in the future. I will surely find a way to repay you."
Recalling carefully, Si Jianye had indeed helped her a lot during this time.
As the King of Hell of Xiyou Continent, he was of noble status and could command the winds and rain, possessing anything he desired. She truly couldn't think of how to thank him.
Si Jianye rose and strode towards her.
On the man's chiseled face, his intense gaze was fixed on Feng Ninghe, and a few cold words slowly left his lips, "You owe me so much that you probably can't count it in this lifetime. Why not pledge yourself to me?"
Sunlight streamed through the crack in the door, bathing the man's face.
Feng Ninghe's heart pounded like a tempest, her pupils contracting violently as her gaze remained fixed on him.
She had to admit that this man's appearance was flawlessly perfect.
When she met his deep eyes, she was rendered speechless.
Her heart was in a terrible flutter, and she hastily averted her gaze, "King of Hell, I'm not in the mood for jokes."
With that, she strode out of the room, her heart pounding erratically.
Even she didn't understand why her heart was in such a panic; she felt a strange nervousness.
Feng Ninghe wasn't sure how serious Si Jianye was. Her perception of this man had subtly shifted, but the path ahead was long, and she had many things to do, leaving her no time to consider such matters.
As for pledging herself to him, perhaps it was just a joke...
Watching the woman's hasty departure, Si Jianye lightly stroked his chin with his slender hand, a hint of deep thought appearing in his eyes.
Axi had said that any woman who saw his handsome face would go mad for him.
But why did Feng Ninghe think he was joking?
Perhaps his attitude wasn't serious enough?
It seemed he would have to choose a more opportune moment to speak next time...