Mo Zisang, a man of dissolute reputation, found the inability to perform his marital duties more agonizing than death.
He had spared no effort in his search for a cure.
Feng Ninghe's delicate features were impassive, her cool gaze sweeping over him as her indifferent voice slowly spoke.
"Do you remember the medicinal powder I sprinkled on you that day when you cornered me in the grove?"
The powder was meticulously prepared by her for Mo Zisang, a mere inhalation of which would render him incapable of such acts for the rest of his life.
Mo Zisang's pupils contracted violently, his eyelids twitching fiercely. His gaze, filled with disbelief, fell upon her. "It was... it was you!"
Rage ignited in his chest, burning fiercely. He trembled with anger, feeling both wronged and furious.
Mo Zisang's eyes turned sinister. He drew his long sword and thrust it viciously towards Feng Ninghe.
Moments later, he shifted his blade, aiming it at Bai Niannian.
He intended to create a diversion, to achieve his goal of taking Feng Ninghe's head!
Before Bai Niannian could react, a figure rushed towards her at lightning speed.
"Niannian, be careful!"
Feng Xing, closest to her, swiftly pulled her back, his strong arms enciramming her tightly.
The sword grazed Feng Xing's arm, crimson blood soaking through his clothes. Yet, he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze fixed on Bai Niannian. "Are you alright?"
Bai Niannian's fair face turned ashen, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. Her heart pounded uncontrollably in her chest.
"I'm fine."
She shook her head, her heart still racing with lingering fear.
As her gaze fell upon Feng Xing's face, her heart beat even faster, a blush spreading across her pale complexion.
Mo Zisang looked at Feng Xing with surprise. "Your cultivation is actually Nascent Soul?"
The young man was of tender age yet possessed an extraordinary demeanor.
Before his cultivation was revealed, Mo Zisang had dismissed him entirely. Upon learning of his true strength, a sense of caution crept into his heart.
Feng Ninghe's brows furrowed slightly, and she muttered, "Despicable!"
She stepped in front of Mo Zisang, raising her hand and unleashing a powerful surge of spiritual energy that sent him crashing to the ground.
Mo Zisang landed face down, his cheek pressed firmly against the earth, his face a mask of horror. "I can't move! Your cultivation has advanced so rapidly!"
He was, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he couldn't even muster the strength to get up.
Feng Ninghe glanced down at him, a dagger appearing in her hand. "Mo Zisang, you've used your status and position to act as a tyrant, harming countless young women. Today, I shall bring justice and castrate you."
Mo Zisang panicked, his face turning deathly pale. He stammered, "Feng Ninghe, I am an Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect. If you dare to lay a hand on me, you will be making an enemy of the Immortal Sect!"
"Young lady, my daughter was forcibly taken by him. She is now mad and foolish. He deserves to die!"
A woman emerged from the crowd, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips tightly pressed together. She glared at Mo Zisang.
Mo Zisang spat, "You old hag! Your daughter willingly engaged in carnal acts with me. Afterward, I even gave her a third-grade pill to aid her cultivation! And now you dare to twist the truth!"
He resembled a cornered rat, his face contorted with rage.
The woman trembled with anger. Seizing the opportunity while Mo Zisang was immobilized, she drew a sword and viciously slashed at his lower abdomen. "Even if I have to give up my old life today, I will avenge my daughter!"
As the sword fell, Mo Zisang cried out in pain, shaking his head desperately and begging, "No... don't! Don't do it, I'll give you spiritual pills!"
The woman, blinded by hatred, raised her sword and struck again.
"Ah! My lifeblood!"
Mo Zisang's screams seemed to pierce the heavens as his entire body curled up and trembled.
Crimson blood stained his clothes.
He clutched his lower abdomen, writhing in unbearable pain.
The Enforcement Elder of the esteemed Immortal Sect had his manhood severed in broad daylight!
The surrounding cultivators watched in stunned silence, holding their breath as they witnessed the scene.
Who would have thought that the usually proud and aloof Mo Zisang would ever face such a fate!
The woman wiped away her tears, spat on Mo Zisang, and continued to curse, "You dared to defile my daughter. The wheel of karma turns, and this is your retribution!"
Feng Ninghe had not anticipated such a turn of events. She put away her dagger and watched the scene unfold with a cold eye.
"Sect Leader Di!"
Mo Zisang, as if realizing something, cried out, "Sect Leader Di, save me quickly!"
Feng Ninghe instinctively turned her head to look.
However, there was no one behind her; Di Yang was nowhere in sight.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse, Mo Zisang struggled free and fled.
Mo Zisang's threatening words still echoed in the air: "Feng Ninghe, I remember today's events. My Immortal Sect will surely thank you properly!"
"Master, since this has happened, we cannot let him leave alive! I will go after him!" Feng Xing said without hesitation, a hint of coldness on his handsome face.
Feng Ninghe gently shook her head, refusing. "A Xing, there's no need to chase. He's already far away, and you won't catch him. Besides, for someone like him, living like this is worse than death."
Mo Zisang's inability to perform his marital duties would spread like wildfire, leading to widespread mockery.
Allowing him to die easily would be too merciful.
The woman felt a great sense of satisfaction and even grumbled, "You brought this upon yourself!"
Feng Ninghe turned her gaze to the woman. "Mo Zisang is vindictive. After what happened today, he will surely not let this go easily. Hide yourself well and do not be discovered."
The woman nodded vigorously, her expression visibly relieved. "Don't worry, young lady. I will take good care of myself. You should be careful too; offending the Immortal Sect has no good outcome."
Feng Ninghe smiled and dismissed her words, not taking them to heart.
The Immortal Sect already had many enemies she had made; Mo Zisang was just one more.
Even if she hadn't acted against Mo Zisang, he would have acted against her.
"A Xing, you're injured."
Feng Ninghe suddenly noticed something and her gaze fell on Feng Xing's arm.
Feng Xing's clothes were stained red with blood.
The young man's expression remained largely unchanged, as if the injured party were not himself.
Feng Xing lowered his gaze to his injured arm, his eyes showing no fear. He said dismissively, "A minor matter, not worth mentioning. I'll tend to it shortly."
He did not consider this wound significant.
"You're injured, so you should get it treated quickly."
Bai Niannian's expression was slightly anxious as she quickly looked at Feng Xing's injured arm. "You were injured saving me, so I'll treat your wound."
She fumbled through her spatial bag, quickly pulling out several bottles of medicine.
However, in her haste, the medicine bottles fell to the ground and rolled away.
Xiao Zhao crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, watching the scene with a touch of sentimentality. "This kind of thing is best left to Xiao Miaomiao. Its healing abilities are much stronger."