The disciples of the Immortal Sect erupted in an instant, their voices a constant murmur of discussion. Their eyes were filled with anger. The Immortal Sect and Feng Ninghe had already forged a deep enmity. If this demoness could not be eliminated today, more people in the sect would die in the future.
Feng Xing and Bai Niannian exchanged glances, their eyes filled with intense confusion. Bai Niannian could not hide her doubts, asking in surprise, "When did Wang Junzhao die? Master has not left the Immortal Sect since entering, how could she have killed someone?" She did not believe Feng Ninghe would kill someone without reason. During this time, Feng Ninghe had been staying in the First Sect, not leaving even a step, let alone harming anyone.
Feng Qingcheng let out a muffled hum, casting a cold glance at Bai Niannian, "When we found Wang Junzhao, there was a token of the Feng family on the ground. This token only belongs to the Feng family head, Feng Ninghe. Moreover, no one else would have attacked Wang Junzhao."
"Master would not deign to do such a thing." Feng Xing blurted out without hesitation, "It's true that Master is the head of the Feng family, but the matter of this token is still uncertain."
Feng Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, looking dismissively at the two who were desperately trying to defend themselves, "You are Feng Ninghe's people, so naturally you will speak well of her."
"Sister Qingcheng, let's not waste our breath on them, let's just act! There are so many people here, and we have the advantage in numbers. Even with the First Sect's protection, Feng Ninghe will not be able to leave here alive!" "Wang Junzhao died with her eyes wide open. Only by avenging her as soon as possible can she rest in peace!" The disciples of the Immortal Sect could not help but exclaim. They had already firmly believed Feng Ninghe was the murderer, and the two in front of them were just trying to defend her with their words.
Di Yang stepped forward, glanced at the crowd around him, and said softly, "This is the First Sect. Even if we don't give face, we should give face to the First Sect. Let's not be hasty, let's wait patiently for Feng Ninghe to come out." As the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, his words carried some weight. The anger in the hearts of the First Sect disciples was temporarily appeased by these words.
Feng Qingcheng stared at the mountain in front of her, a fierce glint in her eyes, "Then we will listen to the Sect Master and wait patiently. If this demoness dares not to come out and hides in the First Sect all the time, then don't blame us for being impolite!"
In the First Sect, within a lotus pond.
Di Wenbin was enveloped by a giant lotus root. He was curled up tightly, his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking. "Di Wenbin, you should wake up." Feng Ninghe raised her voice and looked at Di Wenbin. She raised her hand, and a faint glow emanated from her palm. A powerful spiritual energy instantly struck Di Wenbin. No matter how the spiritual energy attacked, Di Wenbin's eyes remained tightly closed.
"He won't wake up like this." Suddenly, a cold male voice came from behind. Feng Ninghe turned her head to look. She saw Si Jianye standing there quietly. Perhaps because this man appeared too frequently, Feng Ninghe was not surprised. She fixed her gaze on Si Jianye, "Do you have a way to wake him up?"
Si Jianye did not rush to speak, his intense gaze calmly turned to her, "You already owe this seat enough favors, do you intend to add another one?" The male voice was clearly implying something. Feng Ninghe sent a wisp of her divine sense into the spatial jade bracelet. She took out a hairpin from the spatial jade bracelet and handed it over, "This hairpin is my token of gratitude." The hairpin was crystal clear, emitting a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight. A small character 'Ye' was engraved on the hairpin.
Si Jianye took the hairpin, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. As the King of the Underworld in Xiyou Continent, he had seen all sorts of treasures, and a hairpin was nothing to him. But this hairpin was given by Feng Ninghe. Si Jianye casually handed the hairpin back, "Since you are giving it to me, then you should put it on for me." He even lowered his head deliberately.
Feng Ninghe was slightly stunned, but still reached out to put the hairpin on Si Jianye. As she got closer to Si Jianye, she could smell the unique woody fragrance of the man. The faint scent lingered under her nose, making her feel refreshed and at ease. For some reason, when her hand touched the man's hair, her heart beat restlessly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest! She quickly accelerated her movements, put the hairpin on Si Jianye, and deliberately turned her head, "It's done."
Si Jianye reached out and gently stroked the hairpin. His angular, handsome face, which usually held a coolness, now seemed to have a hint of softness. He looked at Di Wenbin, who was tightly wrapped in lotus root, and opened his mouth, "Di Wenbin, why aren't you waking up? How long do you plan to sleep?" Feng Ninghe stood quietly to the side, waiting. She had expected the man beside her to do something more, but after he said this, he simply stood by her side in silence. The lotus root still tightly enveloped Di Wenbin, and there was no sign of any abnormality around them.
"That's it?" Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows and looked at Si Jianye. The man stood quietly to the side, his tall and straight figure exceptionally striking. Facing her question, Si Jianye did not rush to speak, quietly observing everything in front of him...
At the entrance of the First Sect.
Time ticked by. Feng Qingcheng had completely lost her patience, a hint of annoyance creasing her brow, "Feng Ninghe still hasn't come?" Gu Yingwei's honest face was filled with a sternness that added a touch of killing intent. He deliberately glanced at Feng Yiyi, who had come up beside him, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry. Understanding his intention, Feng Yiyi quickly leaned in and whispered in a low voice, "Second Senior Brother, Junior Sister had an epiphany in the library, which caused the delay. She will be here soon. She just went in the direction of the lotus pond and will be here shortly." Gu Yingwei withdrew his gaze and continued to look solemnly at everything in front of him.
Feng Qingcheng took a step forward, "Our Immortal Sect has been very polite, but your First Sect is completely impolite, deliberately delaying time and making us wait here. If that's the case, then don't blame us for being impolite." She drew her long sword. The disciples of the Immortal Sect also drew their swords at this moment, their eyes filled with rage as they stared at the few people from the First Sect. The events that had befallen their sect had already angered these disciples. Now, the First Sect was deliberately making them wait here, further fueling their anger.
Gu Yingwei stood straight at the forefront, fearlessly facing the crowd, clearly ready to fight. Feng Qingcheng raised her long sword and led the Immortal Sect members into formation. Just as they formed their ranks, a childish female voice giggled, "Mother, so many people here, it's so lively." The Immortal Sect members stopped their actions. Not far away, several figures slowly strode forward. Feng Ninghe walked at the front, her white robes accentuating her graceful figure, and her face, while cold, exuded a hint of seductiveness. Seeing this face, Feng Qingcheng glared at her with intense jealousy. "This little vixen, why does she have to be so beautiful..."