The female voice reached his ears, and Di Yang's action of wiping the spirit tablet paused slightly. He lowered his gaze, and the male voice that emerged from his lips was exceptionally deep, "Good, this matter is entrusted to you."
Feng Qingcheng's crimson lips curved upwards imperceptibly. Her exquisitely made-up face remained composed, and she said with utmost seriousness, "Junior Brother Di is kind and upright. He should have had a bright future, yet he suffered such a calamity. Feng Ninghe deserves to die!"
"Exactly! The Young Sect Master treated us exceptionally well. We must seek justice for the Young Sect Master!"
"That Feng Ninghe is merely a young noble from a minor family in Li Country, yet she is so arrogant and overbearing. I will personally sever her head!"
Several disciples of the Immortal Sect spoke volubly.
Di Yang placed the spirit tablet back and turned to look at the people before him, warning in a low voice, "That demoness has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. Do not be careless."
Young and with profound cultivation, this demoness not only understood formations but also sound attacks.
If these disciples rushed forward rashly, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.
"What? Her cultivation is at the Nascent Soul stage?"
Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted fiercely, her smooth fingertips digging deeply into her flesh, her face full of disbelief.
Even she had to take medicine to elevate her cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage.
That wretched woman's cultivation had actually reached the Nascent Soul stage?
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were instantly stunned.
Even Tang Zun had only recently reached the Nascent Soul realm, and this demoness's cultivation was so high?
Di Yang stood up and strode towards the outside, "Issue my order. Gather the elders of the Immortal Sect and form a formation with me. I will make that demoness pay for her blood debt with blood!"
The anxiety in Feng Qingcheng's eyes instantly vanished, and her lips curved into a triumphant smile.
So what if Feng Ninghe's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage? She would still die!
As long as she dared to come to Jinling, her life was destined to end here!
Not far from Jinling.
Several carriages came to a halt.
Si Xin Xin reluctantly clung to Feng Ninghe, greedily absorbing her scent. "Mother, Xin Xin will leave now."
Feng Ninghe casually stroked her head and took out a spatial bag, handing it over. "There are toys and snacks inside. If you find it boring, you can take them out to play with."
Looking at the spatial bag before her, Si Xin Xin's cheeks bloomed with a bright smile.
After a simple farewell, Si Xin Xin left with A Xi.
As the small figure disappeared from view, Feng Ninghe clenched her fist tightly.
Her cultivation was still too weak.
To protect Xin Xin, this level of cultivation was far from enough. She had to improve her cultivation as quickly as possible.
One day, when she had enough power to protect Xin Xin, she could keep this child by her side always.
"Sister Feng, quickly come and see!"
Bai Nian Nian hurried over, her expression slightly anxious. She reached out and pointed to a carriage.
Feng Ninghe did not hesitate and quickly walked towards the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Feng Xing sat cross-legged, his face flushed red and sweat pouring down. He looked extremely pained.
Feng Ninghe furrowed her delicate brows and placed one hand on Feng Xing's forehead. Her palm emitted a faint glow.
Feng Xing's internal spiritual energy was in chaos, and his breath was unstable.
She quickly used her spiritual energy to help Feng Xing regulate his breathing.
A moment later, she withdrew her hand.
Bai Nian Nian could not suppress her anxiety and hurriedly asked, "Sister Feng, what's wrong with him?"
Feng Ninghe turned to look at her and explained softly, "Ah Xing was too eager to improve his cultivation, which caused his breathing to become unstable. I have already helped him regulate his breathing, and it's not serious. He will wake up soon."
Bai Nian Nian finally breathed a sigh of relief and let out a soft sigh, "It must be because of Immortal Xu's matter that he became so eager to improve his cultivation."
Feng Ninghe smiled and her eyes held a hint of emotion. "For Ah Xing, the Medicine Valley is home, and Old Man Xu is like a second father to him. Now that Old Man Xu is no more, how can he not be upset?"
She also could not let go of it.
If she had not let Old Man Xu and the others leave back then, perhaps they would not have encountered Feng Qingcheng and Tang Zun.
She knew that the main culprit was Feng Qingcheng. Ah Xing was not at fault, and neither was she, but her heart could not help but feel self-reproach.
She extended a wisp of her divine sense to scan the spatial jade bracelet.
The remnant soul of Di Wenbin's aura was clearly stronger than before, but he still kept his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.
Sensing Feng Ninghe's sudden somber mood, Xiao Zhao gently rubbed her skin with its soft fur, blinking its large blue eyes, and softly comforted her.
"Master, let's bring Old Man Xu home, and then use the heads of Feng Qingcheng and Tang Zun as offerings. Let them know we are not to be trifled with!"
Feng Ninghe lowered her gaze and looked at Xiao Zhao on her shoulder. "We are not far from Jinling now. I need to make more preparations."
Soon, she returned to the carriage.
Feng Ninghe gradually spread out her mental power, slowly looking around.
Even if she closed her eyes, with just her mental power, she could sense the flowers, trees, and other things outside the carriage.
Outside the carriage.
Su Hong Xiu's well-defined hand gently fanned a bone fan. He slightly raised his eyes and leisurely cast his gaze upon Si Jian Ye. "The Immortal Venerable's birthday is approaching. Why are you not accompanying Xin Xin back to Xi You Continent? If you are worried about Feng Ninghe's safety, you don't need to worry when I am here."
The moment the male voice reached his ears, Si Jian Ye's sword-like brows furrowed. He cast a displeased glance at Su Hong Xiu. "She is Xin Xin's mother. I will protect her myself, I don't need you."
Feng Ninghe was already his person. For others to harbor thoughts of poaching her was simply wishful thinking!
Su Hong Xiu nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, not taking his words to heart.
After a brief stop, the group soon set off.
Feng Ninghe withdrew her mental power and gently rubbed her temples.
Just now, she had tried her best to expand her mental power, but after a moment, she felt tired.
"When you use your mental power, you should imagine yourself as a blade of grass or a flower in the world, forgetting your own identity. This way, your mental power can spread further."
Suddenly, a male voice sounded in her ear.
Feng Ninghe seemed to realize something and quickly turned her gaze to the man beside her.
Si Jian Ye's handsome face was slightly cold. Sunlight filtered through the carriage curtain, illuminating his arrogant face.
The chill emanating from him was not dispelled by the sunlight.
If Si Jian Ye had not spoken, she would not have noticed that someone was sitting beside her.
Feng Ninghe looked at him. "Why are you here?"
Si Jian Ye leaned casually in the carriage, and his thin, cold voice slowly emerged. "Xin Xin has taken my carriage, so I can only reluctantly share a carriage with you."
His voice did not sound reluctant at all.
Feng Ninghe did not say much, withdrew her gaze, and followed Si Jian Ye's advice to use her mental power.
She imagined herself as a small blade of grass, merging with the vast world.
At this moment, she felt that her mental power had clearly become stronger, its range had expanded, and she could even clearly feel the wind blowing towards her...