As the sole son of the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, Di Wenbin should have been able to roam the Li Kingdom with impunity.
Yet, within this small Li Kingdom, someone dared to lay a hand on him.
Xiao Zhao clicked its tongue, its sapphire eyes filled with a hint of emotion.
Master, this person was extremely foul-mouthed. I'd say it was precisely his mouth that offended someone, leading to his death.
Feng Ninghe bent down and checked Di Wenbin's breath.
No breath, he was thoroughly dead.
A common long sword was plunged into Di Wenbin's chest. The wound offered no clue as to the martial art used by the perpetrator.
As her hand neared Di Wenbin, a wisp of ethereal light darted into the spatial jade bracelet.
Feng Ninghe's eyes suddenly narrowed, her voice clear and crisp, "It's his primordial spirit."
The spatial jade bracelet was a divine artifact. In the past, a wisp of her residual soul had hidden within it to survive.
Now, she had stumbled upon a primordial spirit.
Xiao Zhao blinked its sapphire eyes and mumbled softly.
Master, why don't we ask Di Wenbin what exactly happened to him?
Feng Ninghe nodded and sent a strand of divine sense towards the spatial jade bracelet.
Di Wenbin's primordial spirit was extremely weak, curled up in a ball, nestled against the spatial jade bracelet to repair its residual soul.
Seeing this, she withdrew her divine sense, expressing slight regret, "It was not easy for Di Wenbin to retain a wisp of his residual soul. His primordial spirit is severely damaged and requires rest. He cannot communicate with me yet."
The spatial jade bracelet had the effect of repairing souls.
She was not in a hurry to converse with Di Wenbin.
Feng Ninghe lowered her gaze to the tragic corpse before her and calmly rose, "Find a place to bury him. While I did not like this person, he is already in such a sorry state. There's no need to bother with him further."
Even if Di Wenbin were standing before her unharmed, she would have been too lazy to bother with him.
Ignorant fools were easily manipulated.
Now, he couldn't even save his own life.
Her kind act of burying him was more than enough.
"Senior Brother Di!"
A heart-wrenching female voice pierced the sky.
Not far away, two figures rushed over, their steps faltering as they stopped in the woods.
Feng Qingcheng and Wang Junzhao stood there, their faces filled with horror.
"Senior Brother Di... what happened to him?"
Wang Junzhao stood rooted to the spot, but within moments, tears streamed down her face as she sprinted madly forward.
She had only run a few steps before Feng Qingcheng grabbed her.
Feng Qingcheng shook her head and looked at her with a hint of wariness, "Junior Sister Junzhao, don't go over there. It's dangerous."
Wang Junzhao could not afford to care about anything else. She broke free from Feng Qingcheng and rushed straight towards Di Wenbin.
Di Wenbin's eyes were wide with a fixed stare, his body gradually turning cold.
Wang Junzhao clutched his hand, weeping uncontrollably, "Senior Brother Di, what happened to you? Didn't you have the protective bead given by the Sect Master? How could you be injured like this?"
Feng Qingcheng also hurried over, her gaze fixed on Di Wenbin, placing her palm on his forehead.
After a brief examination, she withdrew her hand, her expression complex, "Junior Brother Di has no breath."
Wang Junzhao sobbed, "Senior Brother Di, we promised to cultivate together, and there were so many things we hadn't done together yet. Why did you leave!"
Feng Qingcheng seemed to recall something and suddenly looked up, her gaze sharply turning to Feng Ninghe, her eyes filled with an accusatory tone, "Feng Ninghe, why did you kill Junior Brother Di! Although you had a past conflict with him, it wasn't a crime punishable by death!"
Her accusatory words successfully made Feng Ninghe raise her eyebrows.
She glanced at the woman before her, her voice cool, "Feng Qingcheng, what are you going crazy about? When I arrived, Di Wenbin was already like this. Why would I harm him for no reason?"
Although she had a past conflict with Di Wenbin, it was merely a verbal dispute.
It was not enough for her to personally take action.
Feng Qingcheng sneered, staring intently at her, "You are inherently malicious. Junior Brother Di already had a conflict with you, so it must have been you who harmed him!"
Wang Junzhao stopped crying and quickly stood up, glaring at her indignantly, "Feng Ninghe, you invited Senior Brother Di here, and I thought you had something to say. So it turns out you wanted to harm him!"
With their words, they pinned the blame on Feng Ninghe.
She felt as if she were watching a joke, gazing at the two before her, "Why would I invite him here? He and I have nothing to say to each other."
Wang Junzhao glared at her fiercely and blurted out, "You sent a message to Senior Brother Di, summoning him here. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Sent a message?"
Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows, her voice turning colder, "When did I send him a message?"
Wang Junzhao hurriedly took out a piece of paper and spread it out before them, "This is the physical evidence!"
On the paper, in bold, flowing script, was a line of text: Meet me outside the city in the bamboo forest. I have something important to tell you - Feng Ninghe.
The handwriting was indeed Feng Ninghe's.
Xiao Zhao blinked its sapphire eyes, its gaze fixed on the piece of paper.
Master, this handwriting is indeed very similar to yours, but upon closer inspection, there are slight differences.
They are framing you!
If Xiao Zhao could notice, Feng Ninghe certainly could.
She frowned subconsciously, a few faint lights flickering in her eyes.
Who had such a grand scheme to kill Di Wenbin and then frame her?
With Di Wenbin's death, the Immortal Sect would inevitably consider her an enemy.
The mastermind wanted to put her to death...
After a simple analysis of the pros and cons, Feng Ninghe looked up at Wang Junzhao and spoke each word with utmost clarity, "I did not kill him. Although this note's handwriting is similar to mine, it was not written by me. If I wanted him dead, why would I go to such trouble?"
If she had wanted Di Wenbin dead, she could have easily killed him even in plain sight.
Others would not have suspected her.
Despite her earnest words, Wang Junzhao's eyes turned bloodshot, and her anger intensified, "Feng Ninghe! Stop quibbling! We have both witness testimony and physical evidence! If you dare to harm Senior Brother Di, the Immortal Sect will never forgive you!"
Beside her, Feng Qingcheng slightly lowered her gaze, her eyelids lifting slightly, her ruby-red lips curving imperceptibly. Her cool gaze swept over Di Wenbin lying on the ground.
Di Wenbin died young, which was a pity, but he died a worthy death.
With his death, the entire Immortal Sect would regard Feng Ninghe as a thorn in their side.
No major immortal sect in Jinling would dare to shelter Feng Ninghe.
Even if this slut had the support of the King of Hell behind her, there would always be moments of carelessness.
At that time, she wouldn't have to lift a finger; others would deal with this little slut.
With this thought, a hint of ruthlessness appeared in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.
Feng Ninghe took a deep breath, maintaining her composure as she looked at Wang Junzhao, "I told you, I did not kill Di Wenbin. If I wanted him dead, I have thousands of ways, and I wouldn't use such a foolish method."
Wang Junzhao, consumed by grief, could not listen to these words.
She cried out heartbrokenly, "Feng Ninghe, you murdered Senior Brother Di, and the Immortal Sect will demand your life as retribution!"