Feng Ninghe’s cold eyes stared at her, her gaze radiating chill.
“Feng Qingcheng, we should settle the score from five years ago.”
The chilling female voice sent a shiver through Feng Qingcheng.
But in a moment, she forgot her fear.
Feng Ninghe was just a useless cripple, wasn't it easy to deal with her?
If it weren't for the Immortal Xu by her side, she would have already made a move, why would she wait until now?
Feng Qingcheng scoffed, suddenly drawing a long sword and pointing it at her: “Since you don’t know your place, don’t blame others! This time next year, I’ll be burning incense at your grave to pay my respects!”
As long as Feng Ninghe was dead, the truth from five years ago would be permanently buried.
She would also marry the Underworld King and be revered by all.
Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in Feng Qingcheng’s eyes, and she lunged at Feng Ninghe.
This sword strike carried a powerful pressure, the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator permeating the entire courtyard.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't hide her madness and fervor.
This slut was finally going to die!
But before the long sword could touch Feng Ninghe, it was repelled.
Clang!
The long sword smashed heavily onto the ground.
Feng Qingcheng’s pupils contracted sharply, looking at it all in disbelief: “My sword… My cultivation has reached Nascent Soul, yet you could block this attack!”
She looked up at Feng Ninghe in disbelief.
In her eyes, this damned woman should not have been able to withstand this blow, and would even be pierced by the sword.
Could it be… Feng Ninghe’s cultivation had also reached Nascent Soul?
But in a moment, she cast aside all thoughts from her mind.
A cripple was a cripple, how could she be compared to her? It must be Immortal Xu helping from the shadows.
Immediately, Feng Qingcheng shifted her gaze to the old man Xu not far away: “Immortal Xu, this is a personal matter between Feng Ninghe and me. I hope you will not intervene. My Feng family and the Immortal Sect will surely reward you handsomely!”
Old man Xu continued to eat his fruit, feigning ignorance.
Feng Qingcheng grew anxious, and as she tried to speak again, she found she couldn’t utter a sound, and her body had become incredibly stiff, unable to move.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!”
She widened her eyes, staring intently at Feng Ninghe.
Fear surged, instantly engulfing her entire body.
Feng Ninghe looked down at Feng Qingcheng with cold eyes, a few wisps of light flickering fiercely in her pupils: “Five years ago, you cut open my abdomen and cruelly took my innocent child to feed the wolves. I have already dug out Feng Tongtong’s stomach, and now it’s your turn.”
It was true that Feng Qingcheng’s cultivation had reached Nascent Soul, but her foundation was unstable, and her spiritual energy was inferior to Feng Ninghe’s.
When facing a cultivator of the same realm, Feng Ninghe was fully confident in killing them, let alone an unstable Feng Qingcheng.
Upon hearing that her abdomen would be cut open, Feng Qingcheng shook her head frantically, her eyes filled with terror, but her body was unable to move, unable to break free.
She was the most talented prodigy of the Immortal Sect, how could she be subjected to such a brutal act of having her abdomen cut open!
Feng Ninghe took out a dagger from her spatial jade bracelet and lightly slashed it across Feng Qingcheng’s abdomen.
“Mmm! Mmm!”
Feng Qingcheng wailed incessantly, but could only let out muffled whimpers from her mouth. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes wide with panic.
Blood stained her clothes red from her abdomen.
Feng Ninghe lowered her gaze, quietly observing her, her cold eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Feng Qingcheng, this cut is just the interest. You cut open my abdomen, and today I will repay you tenfold!”
Her voice was clear and low.
The hatred from five years ago was vivid, constantly reminding her that revenge had not yet been exacted.
She raised her hand, and another dagger fell, slashing fiercely across Feng Qingcheng’s abdomen.
Feng Ninghe’s posture and the location of the dagger strikes were identical to how Feng Qingcheng had acted five years ago.
Feng Qingcheng’s face turned ashen, her clothes soaked with sweat, her hair clinging to her skin. The pain almost made her faint.
She had never imagined that she, a Nascent Soul cultivator, would experience this day.
In the Li Kingdom, Nascent Soul cultivators could walk with impunity.
How dare this little slut Feng Ninghe slash her stomach, lay hands on her!
As long as she had a breath left, she would grind this slut to dust and torment her fiercely!
Several dagger strikes had already turned Feng Qingcheng into a bloody mess.
The pain and the dizzying sensation made her vision black out, and she fell into a coma.
A bucket of ice-cold water was poured over Feng Qingcheng’s head, instantly waking her.
“You still want to faint?”
“I want you to be conscious, to properly experience the pain of having your abdomen cut open.”
Feng Ninghe’s lips moved slightly, her words slowly spoken.
At this moment, Feng Ninghe was like a demon, instilling fear.
Not far away.
Old man Xu and Xiao Zhao sat quietly in the pavilion.
Xiao Zhao was gnawing on a chicken leg, its azure eyes fixed on the scene.
It clearly understood the grievances its master had suffered.
Because, upon seeing this scene, Xiao Zhao felt no sympathy, and instead secretly cheered from the side.
Old man Xu sighed softly, picked up a fruit, and put it in his mouth: “After today, this girl’s revenge should be complete…”
Ten dagger strikes later, a pool of bright red blood lay on the ground.
Feng Qingcheng was on her last breath, her face pale and disheveled, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe.
Her gaze seemed to say, are you satisfied now?
Feng Ninghe put away the dagger, her eyes indifferent, her expression unchanged by the bloody scene before her.
“Feng Qingcheng, the revenge for the abdomen cutting is over. You deceived me, humiliated me, and framed me, how will we settle this debt?”
She squinted, quietly looking at Feng Qingcheng, her chilling gaze flickering with coldness.
The weak and powerless Feng Qingcheng struggled to get up, but she still couldn’t move her limbs.
Feng Qingcheng roared hysterically, this time she could speak: “Feng Ninghe! You little slut, what else do you want to do!”
Feng Ninghe said nothing more, but grabbed Feng Qingcheng’s wrist, and coldly looked at her: “How about I break your wrist and ankle tendons.”
Severing tendons and sinews would render her useless.
Even if there were methods to reconnect them, it would be unbearable for ordinary people, and her cultivation for the rest of her life would be ruined!
“No!”
Feng Qingcheng screamed hysterically, shaking her head wildly, her eyes fixed on her: “Feng Ninghe, if you dare to do it, I will never forgive you! My master is the renowned Venerable Tang, if you dare to harm me, he can destroy you with a flick of his finger!”
Looking at the terrified woman before her, Feng Ninghe squinted, and indifferently sneered: “Heh, I hope you live to see that day…”
Outside Shi Wan.
Two figures stopped at the entrance.
Di Wenbin looked up at the plaque: “The servant said Sister Qingcheng went to Shi Wan, let’s go take a look.”
Wang Junzhao thought of Feng Ninghe, and couldn’t hide her fear in her eyes, instinctively stepping back: “Senior Brother Di, Feng Ninghe now has the Underworld King backing her, we must be careful and cautious.”
The incident at the palace banquet had left a shadow in Wang Junzhao’s heart.
Feng Ninghe was not as useless as they had imagined.
This woman was not that simple.