The cultivators looked at Feng Qingcheng with disdain, no longer fawning over her as they had before.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were no different, avoiding Feng Qingcheng as if she were a plague: "Feng Qingcheng is vicious and must not be allowed to live! If she could inflict such harm on a fellow disciple, who knows what else she might do in the future!"
"Feng Ninghe killed her! Such a wicked person is unworthy of being my Immortal Sect disciple! She is not fit to remain in Jinling!"
As the cultivators' murmurs reached her ears, Feng Qingcheng shook her head vigorously, crying out in protest, "Feng Ninghe, don't kill me, I'm still very useful! I wronged you before, and as long as you spare my life, I'll even kneel and kowtow to you!"
Looking at the tear-streaked face before her, Feng Ninghe's heart remained unmoved.
She knew that Feng Qingcheng was not genuinely repentant, and her sweet words were merely a tactic to save her own life.
Feng Ninghe gazed calmly at the woman before her, her cold eyes sweeping over Feng Qingcheng: "You should say these words to Immortal Xu. Go to hell and kowtow to him, seek his forgiveness."
"No! Don't!"
"Feng Ninghe, no matter what, my parents were kind to you, and the Feng family still needs me..."
Her hoarse cries echoed through the woods, but the tragic female voice soon fell silent.
The dagger in Feng Ninghe's hand had already slit Feng Qingcheng's throat.
Fresh blood splattered everywhere.
Warm blood splashed onto Feng Ninghe's cheek.
A head rolled onto the ground.
Feng Ninghe's hand, gripping the dagger, trembled slightly. There was no sense of triumph in her heart.
To her, Old Man Xu's life could not be repaid by Feng Qingcheng's life; even Feng Qingcheng's death could not bring back Old Man Xu.
But Feng Qingcheng had to die.
The vast forest instantly became silent, devoid of any sound.
The cultivators stared wide-eyed at the scene, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Let me be the one to collect her remains."
Di Wenbin broke the oppressive silence, his voice filled with pity as he looked at the scene before him.
He was not heartless. Even though a single sword stroke had severed their bond, the memories of their past interactions were still deeply etched in Di Wenbin's mind.
Di Wenbin took a step forward and used a white cloth to cover Feng Qingcheng's body.
"Qingcheng!"
Seeing Feng Qingcheng's demise, Tang Zun became anxious and rushed forward.
However, a figure blocked his path.
Feng Xing tightly gripped his long sword, his cold male voice slowly falling, "Tang Zun, Old Man Xu's revenge is not yet complete. Feng Qingcheng alone did not kill Old Man Xu. If not for you, Old Man Xu would not have died. I will personally settle this score."
Tang Zun was enraged, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed. He sharply raised his whisk and lunged towards Feng Xing.
Even though Feng Xing had just broken through in cultivation, he dealt with Tang Zun calmly, not at a disadvantage.
"Sect Leader Di, this is Tang Zun after all. Continuing to fight like this will not benefit our Immortal Sect..."
The elders of the Immortal Sect approached Di Yang, speaking with some trepidation.
Tang Zun was not only powerful but also an excellent alchemist, someone the Immortal Sect needed.
If Tang Zun were to meet with misfortune, it would be a loss for the Immortal Sect.
Di Yang's gaze darkened slightly, his prolonged male voice slowly falling, "You cannot stop them. Feng Xing alone is no problem for you, but Feng Ninghe is not someone you can handle. Moreover, Tang Zun killing Immortal Xu is an undeniable fact."
Di Wenbin, having tidied up Feng Qingcheng's corpse, said without hesitation, "When I died, Feng Qingcheng used that as an excuse to attack Feng Ninghe. Now, Feng Ninghe seeking revenge for Immortal Xu is both reasonable and just."
Tang Zun aided and abetted the wicked, killing Immortal Xu.
If he dared to act, he should bear the responsibility.
Furthermore, Immortal Xu died unjustly, his head even hung up for public display, unable to rest in peace.
The entire Immortal Sect should apologize to Feng Ninghe.
The elders of the Immortal Sect, finding themselves in the wrong, fell silent and said no more, despite their desire to help.
"Uncle Xi, you're covering my eyes, I can't see anything!"
Si Xinxin was a little anxious, craning her long neck to get a clear view of everything before her.
Ah Xi's hand, however, remained in front of her eyes, giving her no chance to see, and he repeatedly grumbled, "The scene is too bloody, children shouldn't see this."
Si Xinxin grew impatient, "Just let me see for a moment, I want to see what happened!"
Feng Qingcheng's body had already been collected, and the current scene was no longer something that couldn't be seen.
Ah Xi then released his hand.
Xiao Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, and tears streamed down his young face. His lips trembled, "Old Man Xu... we've come to avenge you..."
They had entered Jinling long ago, and only today could they exact their revenge.
But even so, it could not bring back Old Man Xu's life.
"Xiao Zhao, don't cry!"
Si Xinxin fumbled for an embroidered handkerchief, wiping the tears from his face, "I don't quite know what happened to Old Man Xu, but shouldn't we be happy that revenge has been exacted? Why are you crying?"
The handkerchief failed to wipe away Xiao Zhao's tears, and he cried even harder. His azure eyes were misted over, "Their lives are worthless, I only want Old Man Xu back. I miss his world-class roast chicken, and I want to refine pills with him."
Mentioning the world-class roast chicken, Si Xinxin's small face was tinged with grief, and a tear glistened in her eye.
The little pigtail on her head instantly drooped, "You're right, Old Man Xu was good to me too, he made delicious food for me. I've never eaten such delicious roast chicken. Without Old Man Xu, I'll never eat delicious roast chicken again."
She hadn't spent much time with Old Man Xu, but she could still feel his sincerity.
Old Man Xu was like Grandpa Luo, both were good to her.
But how long had it been, and Old Man Xu had completely disappeared from the world...
Si Xinxin seemed to be infected by Xiao Zhao's cries, and her small face was covered in tears.
In an instant, the two little children huddled together and wept bitterly.
Watching the two little children crying sadly together, Ah Xi was at a loss. He quickly said, "Don't cry, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and the wicked will get their due. At worst, I'll make roast chicken for you in the future!"
Xiao Zhao's crying paused, and he turned his gaze to Ah Xi, "Only Old Man Xu could make roast chicken taste like that. Even if others could make it, it wouldn't be Old Man Xu's roast chicken... *sob sob sob*, I just want Old Man Xu back!"
Ah Xi felt a headache coming on.
Although Xiao Zhao was a divine beast and not human, his height was only about that of a ten-year-old human child, and his face still held a childish innocence.
In the end, he was just a child.
Si Xinxin nodded repeatedly beside him, her tender face streaked with tears, "Uncle Xi, these people are so wicked, treating Old Man Xu like this."