Mo Zisang's eyes immediately shifted, a flicker of light darting across them.
He narrowed his eyes, his voice clearly altered, "Come in."
Feng Qingcheng boldly stepped into the room, her exquisitely made-up face holding a deep expression.
Mo Zisang's complexion was ashen, his entire body leaning weakly on the bed, the room filled with the strong scent of medicine.
His sharp gaze swept over Feng Qingcheng inch by inch, "Do you have a way to deal with Feng Ninghe?"
Seeing the hatred in Mo Zisang's eyes, Feng Qingcheng's crimson lips curved imperceptibly, a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes, "Indeed, I have a way to deal with her, but my strength alone is insufficient. I will need Elder Mo's cooperation."
Her feud with Feng Ninghe was common knowledge.
Mo Zisang couldn't hide the anger in his eyes, his fists clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hands, "What do you need me to do?"
As long as he could make that wretched woman pay with her blood, he was willing to do anything...
A few days passed in a flash, and soon it was the day the Xuanjing Secret Realm was to open.
Willow Face Sect.
The sky began to show the pale white of dawn, and faint light shone down upon the ground.
The room was dimly lit, Feng Ninghe already prepared.
She sent a wisp of her divine sense into the spatial jade bracelet.
Di Wenbin's remnant soul had grown stronger, but he still showed no signs of waking.
These days, whenever she had free time, she would check on the spatial jade bracelet, observing the state of the remnant soul.
Xiao Zhao blinked his bright eyes, his gaze filled with anticipation, "Finally, the Xuanjing Secret Realm is opening! Master, let's hurry, I can't wait!"
These days, Xiao Zhao had nothing to do and no one to play with, so he had been waiting to go to the secret realm.
The ginseng seedling wrapped around Feng Ninghe's wrist eagerly swayed its two tender leaves, exclaiming excitedly, "I can sense something in the secret realm calling to me."
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but smile, saying generously, "Then I shall look forward to what treasures await us in the secret realm."
She pushed open the door and saw Feng Xing and Bai Niannian waiting in the courtyard.
"Master!"
Seeing her, Bai Niannian's bright smile widened as she quickly walked towards Feng Ninghe, "I am ready, we can depart anytime."
The Xuanjing Secret Realm held countless treasures, and if lucky, one might even obtain ancient inheritances. Despite the dangers, people flocked to it for the sake of these treasures.
Feng Ninghe casually took out two tender leaves and handed them to Bai Niannian and Feng Xing, "Keep these two leaves safe. I can sense your locations through them. If you are injured, consume a leaf; these leaves have healing properties, no less potent than spiritual elixirs."
Once they entered the Xuanjing Secret Realm, they would be scattered, and it might not be possible for them to find each other.
The leaves were plucked from the ginseng seedling, which could sense the location of its own leaves.
To prevent being separated by the Xuanjing Secret Realm, Xiao Zhao and the ginseng seedling burrowed into Feng Ninghe's dantian.
At the sect gate.
All the disciples of the Willow Face Sect had arrived, their faces showing a hint of anticipation and excitement.
Su Hongxiu stood at the front, gently fanning himself with a bone fan, his well-defined fingers moving gracefully. A breeze lifted strands of his hair, making him appear gentle and noble.
Even in the crowd, he was easily noticeable.
"Miss Feng, we can depart now. It's still a considerable distance to the Xuanjing Secret Realm, but the realm only opens during the full moon, so we will arrive just in time."
Seeing Feng Ninghe, Su Hongxiu's face held a gentle smile.
Feng Ninghe nodded in agreement. Sensing something, she turned her gaze to the man beside her, who wore a golden mask.
Si Jianye was clad in a dark robe, without his signature silver chain at his waist. He stood tall, exuding an innate aura of aloofness.
Even though his mask obscured his face, the subtle pressure emanating from him made one's scalp tingle, daring no one to meet his cold gaze.
Su Hongxiu's smile held a hint of amusement as he teased lightly, "I didn't expect the King of Hell to be interested in the Xuanjing Secret Realm as well. It seems there will be many treasures in this realm."
Si Jianye glanced up at the sky, his deep eyes unreadable.
He had no particular interest in the secret realm.
A voice, however, had been calling to him, and something within the secret realm seemed to be summoning him.
His journey to the secret realm was not merely to investigate, but also to prevent Feng Ninghe from dying within it.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and opened his lips, uttering a chilling remark, "The secret realm is fraught with danger. With me present, even if something happens, there will be someone to collect your corpses."
The male voice was strange.
The King of Hell had always remained aloof from worldly affairs; when did he become interested in collecting corpses?
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows and turned her gaze to the man, "My life is very resilient. No one can take it from me, and you will never have the chance to collect my corpse."
Su Hongxiu, however, narrowed his eyes at this moment, quietly observing the two of them.
He understood Si Jianye.
This man would not do thankless tasks, and the idea of collecting corpses was even more absurd.
Si Jianye had no such leisure time.
Could it be because of Feng Ninghe?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Su Hongxiu felt inexplicably agitated, and his mood soured considerably.
He strode forward, his clear male voice falling slowly, "Disciples of the Willow Face Sect, follow me to the secret realm!"
The Xuanjing Secret Realm was located in a desolate desert.
The spiritual energy here was immense, the land barren, and the ground bore traces of ancient battles.
A colossal stone gate towered into the clouds.
Cultivators flocked to await the opening of the secret realm, some even rushing to the front, eager to be the first to enter.
Elders from various sects gathered here, hoping to encounter opportunities within the secret realm to break through and improve their cultivation.
By the time Feng Ninghe and her party arrived, a considerable number of cultivators had already gathered.
In the crowd.
Feng Qingcheng was quietly instructing the disciples of the Immortal Sect, "You all have tokens. Once you discover anything, use the tokens to transmit your messages."
The disciples nodded repeatedly.
Wang Junzhao discovered something and gently tugged at Feng Qingcheng's sleeve, "Sister Qingcheng, look."
Feng Qingcheng looked up and immediately saw Feng Ninghe standing not far away.
Feng Ninghe was dressed in white, her delicate face as fair as jade, her slightly raised eyes carrying a hint of cold aloofness.
Her beauty was alluring yet not seductive. A surge of jealousy rose from Feng Qingcheng's heart, making her wish she could tear that face apart immediately.
Feng Qingcheng suppressed her murderous intent, her voice turning colder, "If you find Feng Ninghe in the secret realm, find an opportunity to kill her! Whoever can bring me her head will be handsomely rewarded by the Immortal Sect!"
Di Wenbin was the sole son of the Immortal Sect's Sect Master, yet he was brutally murdered. If someone were to bring Feng Ninghe's head, Sect Master Di would naturally not be stingy.
In return, they would receive all sorts of spiritual elixirs and their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.