"Faster, charge faster!"
Baili Yang stared greedily at the wooden house and rushed in.
The moment he stepped into the wooden house, the wind and snow around him seemed to stop. He felt no chill and heard no howling cold wind.
As his gaze fell upon Feng Ninghe, a fierce glint flashed in Baili Yang's eyes.
In just a moment, the small wooden house was packed with people.
Mei Ziling rubbed her hands, yawning repeatedly, and huddled in a corner.
Feng Ninghe sat on a soft cushion, closed her eyes, and spread her spiritual sense, feeling her surroundings bit by bit.
At this moment, she also realized that this house was no ordinary dwelling but a divine artifact.
Her spiritual sense slowly filled the house, and then it suddenly paused.
A section of the roof beam seemed to be amiss.
Outside the wooden house, a group of cultivators clamored, desperately trying to force their way in.
But the wooden house was already full, leaving no room for anyone else.
The anxious cultivators outside even resorted to physical force, dragging people out.
In this snowy land, spiritual energy could not be used, so they could only rely on swordplay.
"Look, even the spirit pets can stay inside, and we can't even squeeze in!"
"Make her take her spirit pet and get out, so at least one more person can squeeze in!"
The cultivators outside the wooden house chattered angrily, their gazes fixed on Feng Ninghe.
At the brink of death, they only wanted to survive, no matter the cost.
Feng Ninghe's beautiful eyebrows furrowed instantly. She opened her eyes and gently stroked the soft fur on Xiao Zhao's body with her slender, fair hand.
Xiao Zhao, perched on her shoulder, did not take up much space.
Xiao Zhao's eyes filled with a bit of anger, its lips moving as it muttered in a low voice.
Are these people blind? Am I taking up space? I've been on my master all along, and besides, I'm so small.
Baili Yang's eyes flickered within the house, filled with a myriad of deep meanings. He seized the opportunity to speak, "That's right, a spirit pet's life is not as precious as a human's. Hurry and take your spirit pet out, make room for them to come in! Perhaps two more people can fit!"
Hearing the noisy male voice, Feng Ninghe glanced at Baili Yang with slight annoyance, "Why isn't it you who should leave?"
A hint of arrogance appeared on Baili Yang's face as he deliberately dragged out his words, "You are a murderer, wicked and cunning. You are not fit to be with us!"
The cultivators who had been close to Feng Ninghe quickly moved aside, trying to distance themselves from her.
Mei Ziling's eyes flashed with a hint of resentment. She bit her lip and said, "My tragically deceased fiancé died with his eyes wide open. A life for a life, you deserve to die!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect outside the wooden house instantly became enraged, crowding in front of the house and cursing indignantly, "Feng Ninghe harmed the Young Sect Master and attacked Elder Mo. She disregards the authority of our Immortal Sect!"
"This demoness's heart is wicked. Why should the Young Sect Master die while she can stay safely inside the house!"
"Make her get out and face death! Anyone who dares to help her is an enemy of the Immortal Sect!"
If it were a one-on-one fight, these people would not be a match for Feng Ninghe.
But now that spiritual energy could not be used, what use was even the highest cultivation?
Baili Yang could not hide his triumphant expression, his heart filled with joy.
Qingcheng hated Feng Ninghe the most. If he could help get rid of this woman, Qingcheng would surely look at him with new eyes.
Feng Ninghe ignored these cultivators and closed her eyes, using her spiritual sense to examine the roof beam.
She felt that something was very strange about this place, yet she couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Seeing her remain motionless, Baili Yang couldn't help but urge, "Feng Ninghe, you shamelessly remain here. Your skin is truly thick. Hurry and get out, don't force us to act."
Feng Ninghe seemed not to hear him, closing her eyes as if to herself.
Xiao Zhao glared fiercely at Baili Yang, baring its neat row of teeth in a show of defiance.
If anyone dared to take a step forward, it would surely bite them fiercely!
But even in its ferocity, it wasn't that intimidating.
Baili Yang lost his patience and strode towards her, reaching out as if to grab her.
Xiao Zhao leaped up and bit down hard on Baili Yang's arm.
Its speed was so great that Baili Yang didn't have time to react, only feeling a sharp pain in his arm.
A large chunk of flesh was torn away, and bright red blood instantly soaked through his clothes.
"Ah! This stupid beast is so fast!"
Baili Yang roared in pain, a fine sheen of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.
He never expected such a small creature to be so fierce!
Even though the ancient Qilin had transformed into a ball of snow, its power remained undiminished, and its speed was far beyond human comparison.
Xiao Zhao's sapphire-blue eyes stared intently at Baili Yang, filled with warning.
If this man dared to take another step closer, it would not let him off!
Baili Yang's arm was a bloody mess, and bright red blood dripped from his arm onto the ground.
"Senior Brother Baili, are you alright!"
A figure darted out from the crowd. A disciple of the Tianyan Sect quickly approached Baili Yang, his voice full of concern.
Baili Yang couldn't hide the anger in his eyes and sternly berated, "Feng Ninghe! You bitch, you're just like your spirit pet, with the same wild temper!"
Xiao Zhao bared its teeth fiercely, its eyes fixed on Baili Yang.
Although it didn't know what its master was doing, it knew it couldn't disturb her.
It would protect its master with all its might!
Baili Yang suddenly drew a long sword and thrust it fiercely at Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao, agile, easily dodged it.
Baili Yang's gaze sharpened, and he thrust his sword towards where Feng Ninghe was standing.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect stirred in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Seeing Baili Yang thrust his sword at Feng Ninghe, a few disciples of the Immortal Sect inside the house could no longer hold back. They quickly got up, drew their weapons, and charged towards Feng Ninghe!
As long as they could take Feng Ninghe's head, their future glory and wealth would be inexhaustible.
Now that everyone here couldn't use spiritual energy, with their numbers, how difficult would it be to take Feng Ninghe's life?
Mei Ziling gripped a dagger, watching everything intently, waiting for her moment to strike.
Xiao Zhao glanced back at Feng Ninghe, gritted its teeth, and lunged at the cultivators charging towards them!
Suddenly, Feng Ninghe opened her eyes. Her crimson lips curved into a wide smile as she looked up at the roof beam.
She had finally found the anomaly.
The house was a divine artifact, capable of blocking the wind and rain and making them feel no external chill.
Since it was a divine artifact, there must be a way to control it. Once mastered, this divine artifact would be hers.
An item with an owner, she could decide who lived in it!
Bang!
The house shook slightly, and the door trembled.
Everyone who had been inside was instantly thrown out!
Xiao Zhao lunged at empty air and, caught off guard, tumbled to the ground.
Watching everyone being ejected from the house, Xiao Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief at everything before it.