Feng Ninghe watched the two people before her with indifference, her expression icy. Her voice, devoid of emotion, stated, "The stakes were set by you. If you lose, you must accept the consequences. I will not repeat myself a third time."
Di Wenbin lowered his gaze, concealing the calculations in his eyes.
Suddenly, he produced a dagger and thrust it viciously towards Feng Ninghe!
He would rather be called shameless than lose face completely and kneel before Feng Ninghe.
Wang Junzhao instantly understood Di Wenbin's intention and swiftly drew his sword, lunging at Feng Ninghe.
Their movements were rapid. Just as their sneak attack was about to succeed, Feng Ninghe lightly raised her palm. A powerful surge of spiritual energy swept towards them, sending them flying.
*Bang!*
Two figures were violently thrown backward.
Di Wenbin's vision blurred, his head spinning, and pain coursed through him.
With just a casual palm strike, this woman possessed such immense power that it sent him flying.
Wang Junzhao fared no better, feeling as though his internal organs were about to be expelled.
She gasped for breath, quickly circulating her spiritual energy to alleviate the pain in her body.
Feng Ninghe stood calmly before them, looking down from above. "If you are willing to apologize while lying down, that is also acceptable. I can accommodate that."
"Delusional... delusional dreamer!"
Di Wenbin spat out a few words through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed fiercely on Feng Ninghe.
He struggled to rise, but it felt as though a powerful hand was pressing him down, giving him no chance to get up.
Di Wenbin grew desperate.
He had always thought Feng Ninghe was a good-for-nothing. Only now did he realize that Feng Ninghe was no ordinary person.
A woman who could use her pressure to pin him to the ground, preventing him from standing, was certainly no commoner.
"Feng Ninghe! Let me up immediately! Do you truly intend to make an enemy of the Immortal Sect!"
"If you dare treat us like this, the Immortal Sect will never let you go!"
Di Wenbin and Wang Junzhao roared, utterly humiliated.
The elders of the Feng family, fearing they would offend the Immortal Sect, quickly approached Feng Ninghe to plead on their behalf. "Ninghe, that's enough. Let them get up."
Feng Ninghe looked at the elders dismissively, her eyes cold. "You agreed to the bet, and you must accept the outcome. This is merely a wager between juniors; the elders need not concern themselves with it. If anything happens, I will bear the responsibility."
The First Elder gently advised, "Ninghe, offending the Immortal Sect will bring you no good. Even if you don't consider yourself, you must consider the Feng family."
"Yes, how can you possibly bear the wrath of the Immortal Sect? Even if Qingcheng is a disciple of the Immortal Sect, she will surely implicate our Feng family too!"
The Second Elder's expression was anxious, like an ant on a hot pan.
Feng Ninghe's eyes flickered slightly, but she paid no heed to the elders' advice. "If anything happens, I will bear it alone. Since the elders fear trouble, it would be best for you to step aside."
The Third Elder wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes darting around. He rushed to Old Man Xu. "Immortal Xu, Ninghe is your disciple. Please, try to persuade her!"
The elders followed suit, pinning their hopes on Old Man Xu.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Old Man Xu shrugged his shoulders and casually remarked, "Elders, I apologize, but I am unable to help. My disciple's temperament is just like this; I cannot control her. Besides, if the Emperor Li is not worried, why should you be?"
He could not control Feng Ninghe.
Even if Feng Ninghe had asked him to teach those two ignorant juniors from the Immortal Sect a lesson, he would have done so without hesitation.
"But that's the Immortal Sect! They have countless experts; anyone there could crush our Feng family!"
The Second Elder stamped his foot in agitation.
Old Man Xu ignored him completely, his gaze sweeping past him and fixing directly on Feng Ninghe.
The surrounding cultivators began to murmur amongst themselves.
Even the palace guards and maids had come to witness the spectacle.
Feng Ninghe quietly watched the two figures unable to rise from the ground, her light voice slowly falling. "Quickly say 'Grandmother Feng, I was wrong' one hundred times. You may get up when you are finished. I don't mind waiting here with you."
In the crowd.
Feng Qingcheng could not hide the schadenfreude in her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips.
To her, the bigger the commotion, the better.
After all, it was Feng Ninghe who was offending the Immortal Sect, not her. If there were repercussions, they would only seek out Feng Ninghe.
Time ticked by, and the two disciples of the Immortal Sect remained prostrate on the ground, unable to rise.
"Senior Brother Di... perhaps we should just shout it? If we don't, who knows how long we'll be lying here."
Wang Junzhao lowered his voice, speaking only loud enough for the two of them to hear.
Di Wenbin immediately retorted, "Absolutely not! Once we say it, there's no turning back!"
As he turned his head, he saw Feng Ninghe sitting on a chair, delicately nibbling on a piece of fruit with her slender hand.
He had no doubt that Feng Ninghe could sit there for several days.
Di Wenbin seemed to have an idea and shouted, "Whoever is willing to help me, I will grant them an opportunity to enter the Immortal Sect!"
Entering the Immortal Sect was something everyone dreamed of.
His words sent the cultivators into a frenzy, but upon seeing Immortal Xu standing beside Feng Ninghe, they halted their steps, afraid to move.
Immortal Xu was a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator. If they dared to act, they would die at Immortal Xu's hands before they could even enter the Immortal Sect.
While entering the Immortal Sect was important, preserving their lives was even more so.
Faced with such a great temptation, yet no one stepped forward to help, Di Wenbin fell into despair.
Wang Junzhao closed his eyes and, with a look of resignation, shouted, "Grandmother Feng! I was wrong!"
She knew that prolonging this situation would benefit her in no way. It was better to just go for it.
Feng Ninghe nodded with slight satisfaction, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "A wise person knows when to adapt. Alright, you may go."
Wang Junzhao's eyes lit up, and he quickly moved to get up.
Seeing Wang Junzhao rise, Di Wenbin panicked. At this moment, he could no longer afford to hesitate and blurted out, "Grandmother Feng! I was wrong!"
The surrounding cultivators erupted in a clamor.
No one had expected the sole son of the Immortal Sect's Sect Master to end up in such a predicament.
Feng Ninghe finally turned her gaze to him, tilting her head slightly. "There are still ninety-nine more times. Continue!"
Di Wenbin's face turned red with shame. "Why is one time enough for her, but I need one hundred!"
In response to his question, she calmly took another bite of her fruit and said unhurriedly, "You said one hundred times, so you must do as you said."
Di Wenbin was so enraged that he felt a blockage in his chest, almost unable to breathe.
He had already shouted it, and his shame had already reached the Immortal Sect. Ninety-nine more times wouldn't make much of a difference.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and forced his mouth open to shout, "Grandmother Feng! I was wrong!"
"Grandmother Feng! I was wrong!"
His male voice echoed repeatedly.
After one hundred repetitions, he was finally allowed to stand. His eyes, bloodshot, fixed on Feng Ninghe as he uttered a threat, "Feng Ninghe, I will remember this debt today."