"Little sprout?"
Bai Niannian and Feng Xing were unaware of the ginseng sprout's existence, and they exchanged glances.
At this moment, a few tender leaves wrapped around Feng Xing's arm.
A cool sensation spread through his wound, and soon the bloody wound began to heal.
After finishing this, the ginseng sprout proudly coiled around Feng Ninghe's wrist, its triumphant voice reaching everyone's ears: "I've said it long ago, I have great use, now you see clearly!"
Feng Xing looked at his arm in surprise.
Such a wound was nothing to a cultivator; it could be healed with medicine and a few days of rest.
But now the wound on his arm was healing rapidly at a visible speed.
Bai Niannian swallowed with a dull expression, disbelievingly: "What is this thing, it's even more effective than a spirit pill!"
Feng Ninghe simply introduced the ginseng sprout: "This is Little Sprout, a plant."
Bai Niannian's eyes sparkled with admiration: "As expected of Master, so powerful, to possess such a formidable plant!"
The ginseng sprout's ability to heal wounds was extraordinary.
Having such a plant by one's side would double the results with half the effort.
The ragged burly man found an opening and seized the opportunity to speak: "Miss, I must thank you for speaking up for me earlier."
Bai Niannian waved her hand generously, saying: "It was a small matter, no thanks are needed. That person's character is flawed, and those who do much injustice will eventually perish. Even if it were someone else, I would have helped."
Feng Ninghe noticed the man's tattered clothes and worn-out shoes, which had several obvious holes.
The man had graying hair and a dusty appearance, but his eyes were exceptionally spirited.
"I have clothes and shoes here, try them on, they might fit."
With that, Feng Ninghe casually took out a clean set of clothes and shoes from her spatial jade bracelet.
These clothes were prepared for Old Man Xu, but he had passed away before he could wear them.
A smile immediately appeared on the burly man's face. He nimbly put on the shoes and changed out of his ragged clothes.
The clothes seemed to be tailor-made for him, fitting perfectly.
Feng Xing's expression became momentarily dazed, as if seeing Old Man Xu reappear. His ink-black eyes clearly dimmed.
The burly man grinned, looking perfectly suited in the new clothes: "Thank you, Miss. Wearing these clothes, I feel instantly younger. I will surely repay you for these clothes today."
Feng Ninghe had no intention of receiving any reward when she gave the clothes.
Her gaze casually fell on the garment: "These clothes are useless to me, and I can't wear them. It's better to give them to someone useful. We have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave and won't stay any longer."
The burly man chuckled and waved to them: "Safe travels, everyone. Jinling is neither too big nor too small, perhaps we will meet again."
After a simple farewell, they parted ways.
Feng Ninghe took them on a brief tour of the streets before returning to the Willow Face Sect.
In an elegant courtyard.
Two figures were quietly sitting in a pavilion, playing chess.
"Sixth Master, Miss Feng has arrived."
A servant hurried over, announcing Feng Ninghe's arrival.
Su Hongxiu waved her hand at him: "Just bring her in."
Before long, Feng Ninghe was led in by the servant.
Seeing the two playing chess in the courtyard, she raised her delicate eyebrows in surprise.
She never expected these two to be able to sit together and play chess in such amicable circumstances.
Su Hongxiu's gaze shifted to her, and she smiled generously: "It's rather boring for me to just play chess here. You've arrived at a good time, you can chat with us and relieve our boredom."
The chess game had been going on for a long time, but no victor had emerged.
Feng Ninghe glanced at the pieces on the table and calmly withdrew her gaze: "I'm here for something, I just want to know about the Xuan Dao Secret Realm."
As soon as the female voice finished, Su Hongxiu guessed her intention: "You want to participate in the Xuan Dao Secret Realm?"
The ginseng sprout had identified something good within the Xuan Dao Secret Realm, so she naturally had to go and see what it was that attracted the ginseng sprout.
Feng Ninghe nodded openly, stating her thoughts directly: "That's right. I've heard that the Xuan Dao Secret Realm is a secret realm left behind from ancient times. The books don't describe the secret realm in much detail, so I want to know about it."
As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.
There were many people in the secret realm who had designs on her, so she had to prepare in advance.
Si Jianye's slender fingers held a chess piece, and he placed it on the board.
He slowly raised his eyes to look at Feng Ninghe, his deep, magnetic voice slowly falling: "Upon entering the Xuan Dao Secret Realm, you will be randomly scattered to different locations. There are deserts, forests, snowy lands, and even swamps.
The opportunities encountered will differ depending on where you land. If you are unlucky and fall into a swamp upon entering the secret realm, it's also possible."
With simple words, Feng Ninghe's eyelids flickered: "So, everyone will be separated, and will proceed alone?"
Even if she were alone, she would not be afraid; she could run if she couldn't fight.
But Niannian's cultivation had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage. If she encountered Feng Qingcheng...
Su Hongxiu smiled unhurriedly, her gaze calmly falling on her: "Many disciples from our Willow Face Sect will also be going to this secret realm. You can accompany them, and have someone to look out for within the secret realm."
Feng Ninghe nodded without hesitation: "Just look out for A Xing and Niannian. Although my cultivation is not high, I can at least run if I can't fight."
Su Hongxiu gently fanned herself with her well-defined fingers, her voice clear: "The secret realm will open in three days. Prepare yourselves well during these few days. I will also participate in the secret realm and lead the disciples.
Later, I will give you a token. Every disciple of the Willow Face Sect will have a token, and their location can be known through the token."
With token-based positioning, there would be some support within the secret realm.
Si Jianye lowered his gaze, his ink-like eyes extremely deep, with a few glints flickering within them. He raised a cup of tea to his lips and took a sip.
*
Immortal Sect.
The matter of Mo Zisang spread throughout the entire Immortal Sect within a few days.
He had behaved improperly on weekdays and offended many people. When this matter arose, everyone was discussing it in private.
On the bed, several elders of the Immortal Sect were present.
Tang Zun picked up a bottle of medicine and gently applied it to Mo Zisang's wound.
The moment the medicine touched the wound, Mo Zisang's expression contorted in pain, and he let out a low roar: "It hurts, it hurts!"
Outside the room, disciples gathered at the door, their gazes occasionally turning towards the room.
Feng Qingcheng arrived upon hearing the commotion, her delicate eyebrows raised: "What happened? Why was Mo Zisang injured by someone for no reason?"
Mo Zisang's cultivation was above hers, yet he was injured to this extent.