Wang Junzhao hurriedly explained, "It's Feng Ninghe."
"Feng Ninghe?"
The simple words successfully made Feng Qingcheng raise her eyebrows, a few glints flashing across her eyes. "She actually injured Mo Zisang this badly?"
For years, Mo Zisang had acted like a tyrant, relying on his status as the Enforcement Elder, and no one dared to be disrespectful to him.
Although Mo Zisang deserved his fate, being reduced to this state was due to Feng Ninghe's malicious attack.
Wang Junzhao deliberately lowered his voice and explained softly, "Sister Qingcheng, it is said that the attacker was not Feng Ninghe, but it is inextricably linked to Feng Ninghe. If it weren't for Feng Ninghe, Mo Zisang would not have been so severely injured."
"Yes, I heard Elder Mo has been impotent for a long time, and that sword directly severed his vital organ..."
"Elder Mo has committed many evils, now let's see how he harms innocent girls in the future."
"But he is the Enforcement Elder of the Immortal Sect after all. Feng Ninghe is too arrogant to dare injure him!"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect chattered amongst themselves.
Feng Qingcheng's crimson lips curved upwards, a few wisps of ethereal light dancing within them. "Even if Elder Mo was in the wrong, it should not be Feng Ninghe who acted. The Immortal Sect should have dealt with it. She trespassed into the Immortal Sect and attacked Mo Zisang, which shows she doesn't take us seriously."
Wang Junzhao found this reasonable and nodded repeatedly. "Sister Qingcheng is right. Feng Ninghe first attacked Senior Brother Di, and then Elder Mo. Who knows who she will attack next? This woman is a tumor and must be eliminated!"
Inside the room.
Mo Zisang was sweating profusely from the pain, a fine mist of sweat on his forehead. "Tang Zun, how are my injuries?"
Tang Zun bit her lip slightly, her gaze falling on Mo Zisang with a hint of trepidation. "Your vital organ... I fear it cannot be saved..."
Each sword cut was fatal.
His vital organ was already mostly severed.
"Tang Zun, please save me!"
Mo Zisang tightly clutched Tang Zun's sleeve, unwilling to let go, his eyes filled with panic. "My body cannot be in trouble! I haven't even married and had children yet!"
Tang Zun sighed softly and helped Mo Zisang up. "You'll know once you look at your wound."
Mo Zisang's eyelids trembled, and he lowered his gaze to his lower abdomen.
The wound was a bloody mess.
A single sinew dangled precariously.
His injuries were beyond healing.
Di Yang couldn't bear to look at the wound and turned away with a sigh.
Mo Zisang's character was flawed, but due to his profound cultivation, strong talent, and the fact that he had never attacked disciples of the Immortal Sect, the sect had turned a blind eye.
Mo Zisang was quite cunning, only preying on girls without power or background.
Even if those people suffered injustice, they dared not speak out.
An elder clicked his tongue, as if imagining the pain, his pupils contracting slightly. "The attacker's blows were all fatal, giving Mo Zisang no chance to live. This is more painful than killing him!"
Di Yang sighed lightly, his male voice barely audible. "If Feng Ninghe is at fault, she is indeed at fault, but Mo Zisang's fate is not something others can be blamed for."
"No!"
Mo Zisang roared, his eyes turning blood red. "Feng Ninghe! I will kill her! If she hadn't suppressed me with her spiritual power, how could others have had the chance to cut me? That woman, merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, dared to attack me!"
He had vented all his anger onto Feng Ninghe.
If it weren't for this woman, he wouldn't have encountered so many troubles.
Mo Zisang's roar reached outside the house.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect gathered outside the house were filled with emotion.
Wang Junzhao snorted, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. "Now Feng Ninghe is in trouble. With her acting so recklessly, how can our Immortal Sect tolerate her arrogance?"
Feng Qingcheng's eyes sharpened as she swept her gaze over the disciples of the Immortal Sect. "Disciples, the Profound Realm Secret Realm is about to open, and the realm is fraught with danger. If Elder Mo were safe and sound, we would have more certainty. Her severely injuring Elder Mo at this time is malicious!"
The Profound Realm Secret Realm was not accessible to everyone, and the loss of a Nascent Soul cultivator was a blow to the Immortal Sect.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect instantly understood. "Sister Qingcheng speaks wisely. Feng Ninghe is cunning and her intentions are sinister. Who knows what she is thinking!"
"Without Elder Mo, we lose a main force! There are many treasures within the Profound Realm Secret Realm!"
The reactions of the crowd brought a smile to Feng Qingcheng's perfectly made-up face. Her delicate eyebrows curved slightly, and she declared with conviction, "If any of you encounter Feng Ninghe in the secret realm, kill her without mercy. Do not let her have any chance to escape!"
She looked towards the door of the room, her thoughts racing.
Mo Zisang was notoriously promiscuous, and now that he had suffered such a fate, he must hate Feng Ninghe to the bone.
She and Mo Zisang had a common enemy. With Mo Zisang's help, perhaps they could achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Tang Zun finished treating Mo Zisang's injuries and handed him an exquisite wooden box. "I have placed your vital organ in this wooden box. Rest well and recover."
Mo Zisang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a dark light and hatred. "Feng Ninghe deserves to die! Sect Master Di, this demoness first attacked the Young Sect Master, and now she has attacked me. Our Immortal Sect absolutely cannot let her go!"
Mentioning Feng Ninghe, Di Yang's gaze deepened, and he did not rush to speak.
The true culprit who killed Mo Zisang had not yet been apprehended, and he could not reveal the remnant soul.
That wisp of Di Wenbin's remnant soul still relied on Feng Ninghe for survival, so naturally, he could not let this woman get into trouble.
Mo Zisang moved his lips and said fiercely, "Sect Master Di, I am willing to lead the disciples to hunt down Feng Ninghe and avenge the Young Sect Master!"
Di Yang gently patted his shoulder and rejected him. "You have been devoted to the Immortal Sect, but now that you are injured, your priority is to recover. We can discuss these matters later."
Thinking of his injuries, Mo Zisang's expression instantly turned dim, his fists clenched, and veins bulged.
From now on, he would become the biggest laughingstock in Jinling.
A man of pleasure, yet unable to perform, he would surely make Feng Ninghe pay with blood!
He only regretted not killing Feng Ninghe when he had the chance in Jinling, giving this woman the opportunity to grow.
This time, he would personally twist Feng Ninghe's neck!
The elders did not linger and soon left the room to give him space.
The disciples gathered outside the door also dispersed at this moment, fearing that staying any longer would provoke Mo Zisang.
However, Feng Qingcheng knocked on the door at this moment.
Bang bang—
The crisp knocking sound was annoying.
Mo Zisang, lying on the bed, his eyes flashed with ferocity. "Who is it?"
Feng Qingcheng spoke softly, "It's Feng Qingcheng. Elder Mo, I have brought some top-grade medicinal pills that can help your body recover faster."
"I don't need them."
Mo Zisang blurted out, grinding his teeth so hard that he almost shattered them.
His vital organ was destroyed, and even the best medicinal pills would be of no use.
Feng Qingcheng slightly raised her eyelids, her voice clear and crisp. "Elder Mo, what if I told you I have a way to deal with Feng Ninghe and help you get revenge?"