"Feng Ninghe, you little slut! How dare you tie me up!"
Feng Qingcheng struggled desperately, her furious eyes sweeping across Feng Ninghe.
Her heart was also filled with panic at this moment.
Bound without any chance of escape, and with Di Wenbin alive and well, wouldn't the truth be revealed?
Tang Zun's face was grim as he sternly warned, "Feng Ninghe, I advise you to be sensible and release her quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Feng Ninghe raised her eyes indifferently, meeting Tang Zun's gaze. "You protect Feng Qingcheng like this, are you an accomplice?"
The female voice entered their ears, making their hearts inexplicably agitated.
Tang Zun sternly reprimanded, "You demoness, are you trying to bewitch the masses again with your wicked words and nonsense?"
Bai Liyang hurried forward, blocking Feng Qingcheng and glaring at Feng Ninghe with wide, angry eyes. "Release Qingcheng, or you will be an enemy to the entire Li Kingdom!"
Seeing Bai Liyang rush forward, Feng Qingcheng's eyes flickered. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at Bai Liyang with extreme grievance. "Brother Bai Liyang, save me."
The gentle female voice reached him, and Bai Liyang's heart softened completely.
He quickly responded, speaking righteously, "Qingcheng, don't worry. As long as I am here, I will never let anyone harm you in the slightest!"
Feng Qingcheng was anxious, and could only place her hope on Bai Liyang.
Bai Liyang hurriedly untied her.
No matter how much force he used, the long whip was tightly bound around Feng Qingcheng, showing no signs of loosening.
A wisp of Feng Ninghe's divine sense was hidden within the long whip. As long as she refused to release it, no one could escape.
"Feng Ninghe!"
Realizing he couldn't loosen the whip, Bai Liyang roared, looking at Feng Ninghe as if she were a mortal enemy. "I advise you to be sensible and release Qingcheng quickly, or I will never let you off!"
Feng Ninghe ignored him, flicked her wrist, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy shot towards Bai Liyang.
The spiritual energy struck directly at his chest. This palm left Bai Liyang with no power to resist. His entire body leaned back and he fell heavily to the ground.
A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed from his mouth.
Bai Liyang's heart raced. He tried to get up, but his limbs were sore and in unbearable pain. He couldn't even stand.
Feng Qingcheng panicked, and couldn't help but curse Bai Liyang as a useless person in her heart, unable to even withstand one palm from Feng Ninghe.
She subconsciously shifted her gaze to Feng Ninghe.
As it happened, Feng Ninghe was also looking at her.
Their eyes met, and both held unfathomable depths.
Feng Ninghe slightly raised her eyes, her indifferent gaze seemingly devoid of any emotion. Her cold female voice slowly uttered, "Di Wenbin, ask whatever you want. It will be my turn soon."
She still had many accounts to settle with Feng Qingcheng.
Di Wenbin took a deep breath, doing his best to adjust his emotions and hide all his dissatisfaction in his heart.
He strode forward and stood straight in front of Feng Qingcheng. "Feng Qingcheng, I always treated you as a sister. When you were wronged, I would unhesitatingly stand up for you. In the end, you stabbed me in the back and tried to take my life."
"What! The one who attacked my son was Feng Qingcheng?"
Di Yang's pupils visibly widened. He took a step back in shock, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.
He had trusted Feng Qingcheng implicitly, believing her to be a rare genius, and had poured the resources of the Immortal Sect into her.
In the end, he had raised an ungrateful wretch!
This woman had even killed his son!
Back then, Feng Ninghe had feigned releasing evidence to lure the mastermind behind Di Wenbin's murder into a trap. The one who took the bait at that time was Feng Qingcheng.
He had also naively believed Feng Qingcheng's one-sided story and refused to believe that Feng Qingcheng was the mastermind.
It was only today, with Di Wenbin revealing the truth, that Di Yang finally understood that Feng Qingcheng was the culprit!
Thinking of this, Di Yang was filled only with regret.
He had been so foolish. Even when the truth was laid bare before him, he dared not believe that Feng Qingcheng was the one who killed Di Wenbin.
The surrounding onlookers erupted in a frenzy, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief. "Did I hear that right? The one who attacked the Young Sect Master was Feng Qingcheng?"
"Feng Qingcheng has always loved her disciples and been helpful. How could she be this kind of person?"
"Does this mean that Feng Qingcheng has been crying wolf all this time, clearing her own name and shifting all the blame onto Feng Ninghe?"
The crowd fell into suspicion.
Mei Ziling's body stiffened, and countless thoughts flashed through her eyes. "What... Feng Qingcheng killed Di Wenbin?"
At that time, it was Feng Qingcheng who had informed her of Di Wenbin's death and told her that Feng Ninghe was the mastermind.
Upon receiving the news, she couldn't suppress her eagerness and went to demand an explanation immediately.
Who would have thought that the mastermind was not Feng Ninghe!
For all these days, she had believed the words of a villain and even attacked the innocent Feng Ninghe with great force?
Di Wenbin looked directly at Feng Qingcheng, a trace of grief in his eyes.
He had never imagined that his admired senior sister would treat him this way.
Looking at the familiar face before her, Feng Qingcheng's body trembled, wanting to flee, but she couldn't retreat and could only stay there.
Feng Qingcheng shook her head in disbelief, unable to accept what was happening. "Di Wenbin, you were clearly dead. How can you be standing here perfectly fine? You must be fake! You are not Di Wenbin!"
Bai Liyang, lying on the ground and clutching his chest in pain, still managed to speak. "Qingcheng is right! The dead cannot be resurrected. Di Yang himself buried Di Wenbin back then. The person in front of us must be an imposter!"
"He is my son!"
"How can a father not recognize his own son? If I say it's him, then it's him!"
Di Yang let out a muffled hum, slowly uttering these words. A hint of anger filled his eyes, but more was self-reproach.
As the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, he had failed to protect his son, and had even blindly trusted the murderer!
Bai Liyang stubbornly closed his mouth, unsure of what to say.
Feng Qingcheng's eyeballs rolled in her sockets, as if she were contemplating something.
A moment later, she quickly spoke, "Sect Master Di, this person must be fake! Feng Ninghe used some trick to make someone look like Di Wenbin!
I was the one who personally brought Di Wenbin's body out of the bamboo forest back then. His body was already cold and lifeless. Sect Master Di, you were the one who cremated him!"
Tang Zun stepped forward with a slight nod of approval. "Indeed, Di Wenbin's body has been cremated. Your appearance is indeed that of Di Wenbin. How will you prove your identity?"
Di Wenbin dismissed this with disdain, a cold glint flashing across his face. "My father gave me a divine artifact, the Protective Charm, to guard me. Divine artifacts recognize their owners. As long as I am alive, no one else can take this artifact away. This artifact can prove my identity."
"Protective Charm?"
The familiar words entered her ears, and Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted violently.