Wang Junzhao suddenly drew a long sword, intending to stab Feng Ninghe fiercely.
Feng Qingcheng's eyes narrowed, and she quickly stopped her, "Junior Sister Junzhao, no! Your cultivation is not as good as hers. If Feng Ninghe gets enraged and kills you, no one will be left to avenge Junior Brother Di! You must live well!"
Wang Junzhao calmed down, her face streaked with tears, and she still glared fiercely at Feng Ninghe, "Feng Ninghe, you just wait! I will make you pay with blood!"
The warning words failed to shake Feng Ninghe.
Her figure was tall and straight, like an unyielding pine, standing gracefully.
Xiao Zhao moved her lips with slight urgency, her sapphire eyes constantly darting around.
Master, they all misunderstand you. What should we do now?
The Immortal Sect has countless experts. It's not something you or I can resist!
Sensing Xiao Zhao's urgency, Feng Ninghe couldn't help but smile and reached out to pat Xiao Zhao in comfort.
There was still a wisp of Di Wenbin's soul in the spatial jade bracelet. Once the incomplete soul was repaired, she would be able to learn the truth from Di Wenbin.
However, it was unlikely that the soul could be repaired anytime soon.
Her smile, however, was seen as mockery by Wang Junzhao.
Wang Junzhao wiped away the tears rolling down her eyes and glared fiercely at her.
Feng Qingcheng put away Di Wenbin's body and forcibly pulled Wang Junzhao away.
The large forest felt a little emptier with the departure of the two.
Watching their retreating backs, Feng Ninghe's eyes seemed as deep and dark as unresolvable ink.
She could even imagine what she would face in the future.
"Xiao Zhao, before Di Wenbin's soul is fully repaired, we will have considerable trouble."
As she spoke, Feng Ninghe couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her temples.
Di Wenbin was lucky to have met her at this critical moment. If she had arrived any later, Di Wenbin would have been utterly annihilated, disappearing from the mortal world forever.
She wanted to see who had such a cruel heart to devise such a scheme against her.
Xiao Zhao's eyes were filled with determination, and her small hands were patting her chest with all her might.
Master, if we can't win, we can run!
Xiao Zhao will also grow up quickly and protect Master!
***
Not far from the Li Kingdom.
Two figures were flying on swords.
A jade pendant hanging from Di Yang's waist suddenly shattered.
His face immediately panicked, and he quickly looked at the broken jade pendant.
"The jade pendant... my son is in trouble!"
The urgent male voice successfully attracted the attention of a white-haired cultivator in a Taoist robe beside Di Yang.
Tang Zun looked at the jade pendant and asked with slight hesitation, "Sect Master Di, what happened?"
Di Yang couldn't hide his urgency, and he blurted out, "This jade pendant contains a wisp of my son Wenbin's divine sense. If something happens to him, I will know immediately. Now the jade pendant is broken, and the divine sense has dissipated. My son... is in grave danger!"
His voice trembled fiercely at the end.
He only had this one son.
He had intended to let Di Wenbin go to the Li Kingdom for some experience, but who would have thought that this experience would cost him his life!
Tang Zun's white eyebrows furrowed, and he pondered, "Within the small Li Kingdom, someone dares to attack the Young Sect Master? I'd like to see who has such audacity!"
Di Yang suppressed the unease in his heart and accelerated his pace, "I can sense my son's last trace of presence. Let's go!"
Not far from the bamboo forest.
Wang Junzhao, wiping away tears, sobbed continuously, "Sister Qingcheng, what should we do now?"
A hint of ruthlessness flickered across Feng Qingcheng's soft features. She narrowed her eyes and grunted, "The Sect Master and my master, Tang Zun, should be arriving in the Li Kingdom soon. We'll go find them and report this matter to him. The Sect Master will surely avenge Junior Brother Di."
The Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, Di Yang, only had this one precious son.
How could Di Yang let this matter go if Di Wenbin was in trouble?
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through, and fallen leaves swirled in the air with dust.
Feng Qingcheng stopped, as if sensing something, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly looked in one direction.
When the wind stopped, two figures stood on the ground.
One of them was a cultivator with white hair and a Taoist robe, holding a whisk. His face seemed incongruous with his white hair, appearing to be around forty-something, like an ordinary commoner.
"Master!"
The moment Tang Zun appeared, Feng Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and she couldn't suppress her joy, running towards him quickly.
Tang Zun was her greatest support.
In Jinling, Tang Zun was famous and respected, not only possessing profound cultivation but also being a fifth-grade alchemist, and now he had even reached the early stage of Nascent Soul!
Seeing his beloved disciple with red eyes, Tang Zun couldn't help but frown, "Qingcheng, have you been wronged?"
Feng Qingcheng shook her head, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, "Disciple has not suffered, I just missed Master after not seeing him for many days. And Senior Brother Di..."
"What happened to my son?"
Di Yang's face was anxious, and he quickly turned his gaze to Feng Qingcheng.
Thinking of Di Wenbin's tragic death, Wang Junzhao instantly broke down, her lips parting in a wail, "Junior Brother Di... he was murdered!"
The simple words struck Di Yang like a thunderbolt from heaven.
He involuntarily took a step back, his eyes instantly filling with bloodshot veins, shaking his head in disbelief, "How could my son Wenbin be murdered? Didn't he still have the protective bead I gave him? This divine artifact can withstand a blow from a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. No one in the Li Kingdom could harm him!"
Feng Qingcheng bit her lip and looked at him somewhat apprehensively, "Sect Master, we have brought the Young Sect Master back. Please do not be rash when you see him."
Upon hearing that he could still see Di Wenbin, Di Yang's face became anxious, and he blurted out, "Where is my son Wenbin!"
Feng Qingcheng waved her hand, and a corpse in a tragic state of death instantly appeared on the ground.
The moment the corpse appeared, Di Yang collapsed to the ground.
As the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, who protected the entire sect with his profound cultivation, he was still just an ordinary father.
He was Di Wenbin's father.
The sword plunged into Di Wenbin's chest felt like it was piercing Di Yang's own chest, causing his heart to tremble violently with pain.
He instinctively reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked Di Wenbin's face.
At this moment, Di Wenbin's limbs were ice-cold, his face was ashen, and his entire body was unnaturally cold.
"My son..."
"My son was so young, in the prime of his life, how could he... how could he have died?"
It was as if a hand was tightly gripping Di Yang's throat, making it difficult to speak.
Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto Di Wenbin's face.
Di Wenbin's wide-open eyes held no fear, but rather astonishment, clearly having witnessed something unbelievable before his death.
"Sect Master, it is Qingcheng's incompetence! I failed to take good care of the Young Sect Master!"
Feng Qingcheng knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times heavily to the ground.
Seeing this, Wang Junzhao also knelt down, regretting and blaming herself, kowtowing and apologizing, "Sect Master, Junzhao is at fault! I should not have left the Young Sect Master's side for even a moment. If I had stayed with him, I could have looked after him!"