The road ahead was arduous, and Feng Ninghe's cultivation had not yet reached a level where she could protect those around her, so she dared not easily take disciples.
If she could, she would have liked to accept Bai Niannian.
"Not bad!"
Bai Hongyu nodded with slight approval and chimed in at this moment, "My three elder brothers are all in the Immortal Sect, and I've never seen them so rude. Indeed, people are different."
Di Wenbin could not tolerate being treated this way. He abruptly stood up and fiercely declared, "What nonsense are you spouting! Do you know who I am? This woman wanting to become Feng Ninghe's disciple is her own shortsightedness, and she's not even allowed to have others comment on it?"
Bai Niannian glared with wide eyes, her imposing aura radiating as she placed her hands on her hips and said impolitely, "You are the ones who are truly shortsighted. My affairs don't require others to comment. Your mouths are so foul, you should go wash them quickly!"
Feng Ninghe had treated Old Master Bai, and the Bai family had a favorable impression of her.
Bai Niannian was determined to become a disciple and could not tolerate anyone humiliating Feng Ninghe in this manner.
Di Wenbin drew his long sword without a word, his face filled with anger, "You have such a big mouth, I'd like to see how capable you are!"
Bai Niannian was no pushover. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze and grunted, "Bring it on, who's afraid of whom!"
The commotion they caused successfully drew everyone's attention.
On one side were Bai family disciples, and on the other were Immortal Sect disciples. The cultivators had no intention of getting involved, lest they stir up trouble.
"Enough, how can a palace banquet be so boisterous?"
Madam Bai stepped forward and turned to Di Wenbin, "You are the son of the Immortal Sect Leader. Do you know that your words and actions represent the Immortal Sect? Why not take a step back? We must give the Emperor's face."
Di Wenbin was displeased but still suppressed his annoyance and fell silent.
Indeed, it was not appropriate to resort to violence at a banquet.
As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he could not damage the sect's reputation for his own selfish reasons.
Even if he were to fight, it would have to be in private.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes flickered, and her red lips curved imperceptibly. Her clear female voice slowly descended, "Eldest Sister, they are arguing for you. Aren't you going to say something?"
Her light voice instantly shifted the focus to Feng Ninghe.
Everyone's gaze then fell upon Feng Ninghe.
"Yes, these two juniors are young and lack manners, but Feng Ninghe is the head of the Feng family. How can she stand by and say nothing?"
"The drama has turned to her, and she can still remain calm. I say this Feng Ninghe has a steady temperament and is extraordinary. I heard that these two Immortal Sect disciples were outmatched and caused a scene at the Feng family..."
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Feng Ninghe opened her mouth and said, "Niannian, do not stoop to the level of a dog. Sit down and eat something to cool your temper."
Bai Niannian's anger instantly dissipated, and she smiled brightly.
The admiration in her eyes deepened, and she quickly responded, "Sister Ninghe is right!"
Feng Ninghe's single sentence had utterly defeated Di Wenbin, yet her expression remained unchanged, as if she were stating something trivial.
As expected of the eldest daughter of the Feng family!
Di Wenbin's face flushed crimson. He pointed at Feng Ninghe and said, "Feng Ninghe, if you have the guts, say that again!"
Feng Ninghe raised her cold eyes to stare directly at Di Wenbin, and chilling words escaped her lips, "You asked me to say it, and I said do not stoop to the level of a dog."
Those cold eyes sent a shiver down one's spine.
Di Wenbin involuntarily shivered, and the anger in his eyes subsided by more than half.
Wang Junzhao quickly lowered his voice and reminded him, "Senior Brother Di, Sixth Master is still by her side, and the situation is not in our favor. I suggest we let it go for today. There will be other days..."
They were already humiliated and unable to move under Sixth Master's oppressive aura.
One such incident was enough; they could not afford a second.
Di Wenbin then sat back in his chair, his face ashen, feeling both wronged and furious.
"Sister Ninghe, you are truly amazing. With just a few words, you made him so angry he looks like a monkey. If you take disciples, you must take me first."
Bai Niannian's eyes sparkled. As she spoke, she couldn't resist glancing provocatively at Di Wenbin.
Di Wenbin's anger was further fueled by this provocative glance.
If he had the chance, he would make Bai Niannian kneel and call him grandfather!
At this moment, Feng Ninghe noticed two figures in the distance.
Bai Liyue's face was pale, his lips devoid of color. He wore a long robe, concealing his injured hand.
Feng Tongtong was busy helping him walk.
A few days ago, when Feng Qingcheng visited Bai Liyue, she had brought medicine from the Immortal Sect. Although she couldn't completely heal Bai Liyue, she could alleviate the pain in his arm, allowing him to get out of bed and walk.
His arm was ruined, and he would lose his right arm forever.
Bai Liyue's complexion revealed his physical condition.
Feng Ninghe raised her delicate eyebrows, her eyes beneath them holding a deep meaning, "Your Highness, with your condition, you still persist in attending the banquet. It is truly touching."
She thought she wouldn't see Bai Liyue for a long time, but she didn't expect to see him again so soon.
"Pfft~"
Su Hongxiu's eyes curved, as if looking at something amusing. He smiled and looked at the woman beside him with slight admiration.
At this moment, he was even more grateful that he had come to the palace banquet, otherwise, he would have missed this exciting scene.
The female voice reached his ears, seemingly adding fuel to the fire, making Bai Liyue, who was already in a bad mood, even more furious.
"Feng Ninghe, don't think I don't know you're in league with that man in the golden mask who attacked me!"
Bai Liyue said angrily.
Feng Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she quickly chimed in, "I personally witnessed Feng Ninghe being intimate with the man who severely injured His Highness. They walked together on the street, so Feng Ninghe must know that person."
These words also caused the surrounding cultivators to buzz.
"What? Feng Ninghe knows the person who attacked His Highness? Could it be that Feng Ninghe was behind His Highness's attack?"
"Feng Ninghe and His Highness had a feud five years ago, so it's reasonable for her to attack him."
"I think Feng Ninghe wouldn't act sneakily. If she wanted to act, why would she do it in secret?"
The cultivators each had their own opinions. As the tide of public opinion shifted, Feng Qingcheng's lips curved slightly, and the lines on her exquisitely made-up face softened. It was clear she was in a good mood.
She had intended to bring this matter up at the banquet, but since His Highness had spoken first, she only needed to wait and see.
As the scales gradually tipped in Bai Liyue's favor, Bai Niannian's face became anxious, and she quickly said, "The matter is not yet clear. Please do not speculate and ruin someone's reputation."
"The man in the golden mask?"
Su Hongxiu's pupils contracted sharply as he thought of something. His gaze towards Feng Ninghe was filled with inquiry, "That person, could it be..."