Bai Niannian carefully fed Feng Xing the medicine.
Xiao Zhao stood far behind, holding a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, stretching his neck to watch everything in front of him.
"Cough, cough."
Feng Xing, who had been unconscious, stirred. He seemed to choke, coughing violently, and struggled to move his eyelids.
Xiao Zhao, as if noticing something, rushed forward with eyes full of a deep smile. "I knew my medicine would work. Look, Ah Xing woke up after just one sip!"
Bai Niannian couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. Her eyes were slightly moist, and she stared intently at Feng Xing. "Ah Xing... you're finally awake..."
Feng Xing slowly opened his eyes.
The intense bright light reflected into his eyes, and he instinctively reached out to shield himself from the strong light.
After a while, he finally reacted and looked at the people in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion. "Why am I lying here?"
His memory stopped at his fight with Tang Zun.
He only remembered everyone stepping into the First Sect, and then he had no recollection.
Xiao Zhao quickly chimed in, "Ah Xing, after stepping into the First Sect, your body couldn't bear it, and you fell unconscious. We brought you back to the room to recuperate."
"Recuperate?"
Ah Xing frowned slightly, then gradually remembered his unconsciousness. "I only remember my body becoming heavy, my head throbbing, and then everything went black, and I fell unconscious."
Xiao Zhao puffed out his chest, his small face filled with seriousness. "Ah Xing, while you were unconscious, I refined a lot of medicine for you. My efforts contributed a lot to your quick recovery."
Feng Xing seemed to think of something and glanced at the bowl of medicine in Bai Niannian's hand, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. "This medicine smells so bad, did you refine it too?"
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but chuckle. "As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter. Don't underestimate this medicine just because it's bitter; it's a great tonic. Now that you're awake, I must report this news to the Master. Then we can send Old Man Xu back to the Medicine Valley intact!"
With that, Xiao Zhao hurried away.
Mentioning Old Man Xu, Feng Xing's gaze immediately darkened slightly, and he murmured softly, "Yes, we still have to bring Old Man Xu back home safe and sound. He must miss the Medicine Valley."
"Ah Xing, it's truly wonderful that you're safe." Bai Niannian's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but sob softly, her beautiful face filled with emotion.
Feng Xing's thoughts also returned at this moment, and he quickly focused his gaze on Bai Niannian, looking a little flustered. "Niannian, don't cry. Aren't I awake now?"
Bai Niannian didn't stop crying; instead, she cried even harder. "Ah Xing, do you know how worried I was when you were unconscious? I was afraid something would happen to you! It's so good that you're standing in front of me safe and sound now!"
Looking at the woman crying her heart out, Feng Xing's lips curved into a smile unconsciously. He gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his warm fingertips.
"Niannian, I'm lucky and resilient; nothing will happen to me. Both now and in the future, I will be safe. I still have many things to do."
He had many things to do and absolutely couldn't afford to have an accident at this critical juncture.
The Master still needed him, and he would fulfill his duty to repay the kindness.
A low, gentle male voice sounded by her ear. Bai Niannian nodded obediently, picked up the medicine Xiao Zhao had brewed, and handed it over. "Although Xiao Zhao's medicine is bitter, good medicine tastes bitter, and it's good for your health."
Looking at the bowl of dark, murky soup, Feng Xing instinctively covered his nose and mouth, his brows furrowed tightly. He refused without hesitation. "I can sense that my body is very good. Since I'm already awake, there's no need to take medicine. Just leave this medicine here."
Even he was defeated by this bowl of medicine.
If he were to drink this entire bowl, he would probably fall unconscious again.
Bai Niannian looked at the bowl of medicine in front of her with a slight hint of disdain, then nodded with a touch of approval. "I also think it's fine not to drink this medicine. It's quite impressive to be able to drink this entire bowl..."
In a deserted forest.
A figure was shuttling through the forest with a sword.
The ground was pitted and in disarray. She put down her long sword with a hint of melancholy and murmured, "I can easily grasp the first move of the Snow Three Forms, but I just can't break through the second move."
She could only use the first move now, and its power was not to be underestimated. One could imagine that the second move would not disappoint her in terms of power.
"Junior Sister, I brought you something delicious. Come and rest for a while."
Feng Yi saw that she had stopped her movements and walked towards her. "Your cultivation talent has already surpassed most people; it's fast enough. If you were any faster, how would others feel?"
Feng Yi's words carried a hint of comfort.
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but smile. "I never thought my cultivation talent was that strong. Diligence can make up for lack of talent. Even with talent, without effort, it's useless."
The path she had to walk was still long, and there were many things she needed to do. She had to become stronger.
Feng Yi casually handed her a bowl of brewed broth. "Try this broth and tell me how it tastes. I brewed this one myself."
As soon as she heard it was brewed by her, Feng Ninghe's spirits immediately lifted. She picked up the broth and drank it.
The broth was thick and rich, and its fragrance instantly filled her entire mouth.
Feng Ninghe's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded without hesitation. "The broth tastes really good. I didn't expect you to have such a skill, Senior Sister."
Facing the praise, Feng Yi smiled sweetly. "I like to cook in my spare time. Cooking, like cultivation, needs to be done slowly; you can't rush it. When I encounter a bottleneck in cultivation, I also research all sorts of dishes. I always feel that cooking can calm me down."
"Miss Feng, quite a few people have arrived outside, saying they want to see you, and some have even brought many gifts."
A servant rushed in and quickly reported.
Since the incident that day, disciples from major sects in Jinling had been visiting every few days, wanting to curry favor with Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze filled with a hint of fearless ardor. She waved her hand dismissively. "Tell them all to go back. And please convey to them that no matter how many times they come or what gifts they bring, I will not see them. If they are persistent and want to wait, then let them wait."
In the past, she had been pushed to the forefront, and everyone had wanted to kill her.
Now that she had made a name for herself and cleared her name, these cultivators were busy trying to flatter her.
She didn't have that much time to deal with these unimportant people.
Human nature was like this.
Only by becoming strong oneself could one earn the admiration of all.
Receiving the order, the servant nodded repeatedly, indicating understanding. "I'll go tell them now."