One of the elders was busy controlling the disciples who had fallen into a trance, and he didn't forget to shout at Tang Zun, "Tang Zun, leave this place to me, you go deal with Feng Ninghe! Such a demoness must not be allowed to live!"
It was not a problem for an adult ancient Qilin to fight against ten thousand. As Feng Ninghe's cultivation increased, Xiao Zhao's cultivation would also increase.
Once Feng Ninghe was given time to grow, this woman would be difficult to deal with.
Tang Zun nodded in agreement and, with another elder, jointly attacked Xiao Zhao with their swords.
Not far away, Feng Qingcheng's face was grim, her usually gentle face contorted in horror.
She gripped her long sword tightly, her eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe.
Mei Ziling quickly approached Feng Qingcheng, her delicate face filled with determination, "Miss Feng, no matter what, Feng Ninghe's life must be taken here today. We cannot let her escape."
This was exactly what Feng Qingcheng was thinking.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her expression softening a little, "Miss Mei, I will trouble you to lend me a hand later. As long as you help me distract her, I will have an opportunity!"
Mei Ziling nodded without hesitation.
The elder of the Xuanqing Sect awakened the consciousness of more than ten disciples. As soon as they woke up, the disciples rushed to surround Feng Ninghe.
However, before they could even touch Feng Ninghe's sleeve, they were flung aside by a fierce sweep of Xiao Zhao's tail.
The elders attacked together with their swords.
Feng Ninghe and Xiao Zhao defended against the crowd, one after the other.
Their coordination was tacit, and they even had the upper hand.
An ancient Qilin could fight against ten thousand. Even an immature Qilin was enough for them to handle.
"Feng Ninghe!"
Mei Ziling roared, as if to vent all her grievances. She swung her long whip fiercely at Feng Ninghe.
The sect elders kept Xiao Zhao occupied, not allowing it any chance to escape.
Tang Zun seized the opportunity to break free and attacked Feng Ninghe.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, surrounded her.
Feng Qingcheng seized the moment to attack, her long sword stabbing fiercely at Feng Ninghe.
The other awakened disciples also rushed forward.
Their cultivation was not high, but they had the advantage of numbers and Tang Zun's distraction of Feng Ninghe, which made it difficult for her.
Although Tang Zun's cultivation was slightly inferior to hers, with so many people, it was not easy for her to resist them.
With a flick of her sleeve, Feng Ninghe sent all the charging disciples flying.
Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng, as master and disciple, had exceptional coordination.
*Swish!*
The long sword grazed Feng Ninghe's shoulder, cutting her arm.
A poisonous gas entered Feng Ninghe's body through the wound.
The wound was small, and for a cultivator, it was nothing. But the moment the poisonous gas entered her body, it spread rapidly.
"You poisoned me?"
Feng Ninghe's eyes were covered in frost, and a chilling coldness spread across her delicate face.
Feng Qingcheng's lips curved into a wicked smile, a clear look of pleasure on her face, "Feng Ninghe, this poison was specially concocted for you. Enjoy it. Even if you have the White Floating Pearl, this poison cannot be absorbed by it."
The White Floating Pearl could purify all poisons in the world.
She knew that this woman possessed the White Floating Pearl, so she had specially concocted it with several elders from the Immortal Sect.
Sensing Feng Ninghe's distress, Xiao Zhao let out a furious roar, and countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky.
Cultivators with low cultivation dared not approach. Tang Zun's eyes sharpened, and he raised his whisk, flicking it several times.
An overwhelming pressure surged towards Feng Ninghe!
With the poison in her body, her movements had slowed considerably. Her body felt hot, and even her internal spiritual energy was difficult to circulate.
She dodged precariously, her steps slightly unsteady.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and she raised her voice, urging, "She has been heavily poisoned. Now is the best time to strike! Everyone, lend me a hand and take her dog life while we have the chance!"
*Clap clap!*
A crisp applause sounded from the side.
A burly man in simple clothing slowly walked over, a look of emotion on his face, "Bullying a young girl with hundreds of people, it's truly shameful to speak of."
The moment she saw the man, Feng Ninghe recognized him.
The clothes the man was wearing were given by her.
The man was carrying a wine gourd, and he occasionally tilted his head to drink from it.
Feng Qingcheng's meticulously made-up face showed disdain as she looked at the man indifferently, "Who are you? This is not a place for outsiders to meddle."
The man lightly tapped his wine gourd. Most of his hair was gray, but his eyes were sharp and bright, "Oh, who said I was an outsider?"
Tang Zun cautiously scanned the man in front of him from head to toe.
He did not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations from the man, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was by no means as simple as he appeared.
While pondering, Tang Zun looked at the man with a hint of politeness, "May I ask who you are?"
The man swaggered forward a few steps, his posture lazy, and pointed at Feng Ninghe, "I am this little girl's master."
"Master?"
Feng Ninghe could not help but raise her beautiful eyebrows, looking at the man in confusion, "When did I get a master?"
She had only met the man once.
The man chuckled, his eyes brightening, "Now."
Feng Qingcheng seemed to hear something preposterous and scoffed, "Feng Ninghe, you are already a dead woman. You've been poisoned by me. If you don't find an antidote within a day, you will die. A master appearing now must be here to collect your corpse, right?"
The moment the woman finished speaking, the surrounding cultivators burst into laughter, chattering amongst themselves.
"Sister Qingcheng is right. This demoness is about to die. A master appearing now must be to collect her corpse!"
"That's good too. It saves us the trouble of having her corpse lying in the secret realm, making it difficult for us to spit on it."
Tang Zun and the sect elders did not speak immediately. They were all secretly observing the man who had suddenly appeared.
The man crossed his arms, the wine gourd hanging from his waist making a crisp sound. His eyes, as deep as ink, held a profound meaning.
"In any case, I am taking my disciple away now."
He dropped the words and walked to Feng Ninghe's side.
Feng Ninghe gave Xiao Zhao a look, and Xiao Zhao immediately followed her.
She did not know the man's intentions, but she knew that the burning sensation in her body was constantly spreading. Her hands had already turned red, and she needed to leave to detoxify as soon as possible.
The few of them strode away brazenly.
Feng Qingcheng was the first to block their path, "No one, no matter who it is, will take her away today!"
Tang Zun and the sect elders quickly came forward, surrounding them instantly.
The man stomped his foot lightly, and a torrent of dust rose from the ground…