Axi did not dare to delay and quickly revealed what he knew.
After Di Wenbin's death, Di Yang searched everywhere for Feng Ninghe's whereabouts, even putting out a 'wanted' notice for Feng Ninghe in the Li Kingdom.
Tang Zun of the Immortal Sect and Di Yang were both at the Nascent Soul stage. Their appearance in the Li Kingdom deterred outsiders from offending them.
Si Jianye sneered dismissively, his lips curling into a cold smile, "And these are considered experts?"
Even if ten cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage stood before him, he wouldn't bat an eyelid.
"To us, the Nascent Soul stage is nothing, but it's different for Miss Feng. Especially that Di Yang, who vowed to avenge his son and declared that his hatred for Miss Feng was irreconcilable, intending to personally kill her."
As he spoke, Axi deliberately rubbed his chin, his eyes showing a hint of contemplation. "If Miss Feng were to encounter this Sect Master Di, she would indeed stand no chance."
Si Jianye's gaze narrowed, and he turned his attention to Si Xin Xin, who was reading in the courtyard with her head lowered.
"Keep an eye on her."
As the male voice faded, Si Jianye had already vanished from his spot. Kuaishuge.
Axi was somewhat anxious, "My Lord of Hell, where are you going?"
He wanted to follow, but remembering that his young lady was still in the courtyard, he could only wait patiently.
In the forest.
The trees towered into the clouds, and sparse sunlight filtered through the leaves.
Feng Ninghe's body was violently thrown aside, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from her mouth.
She struggled to lean against a tree, and the spatial jade bracelet on her wrist jingled softly.
The clear bell sound reached her ears.
Not far away, Di Yang's body stiffened slightly, and his vision blurred considerably.
Seeing this, Feng Ninghe quickly took out a pill and swallowed it to alleviate the pain in her body.
"Master!"
The ginseng seedling darted out.
It unfurled its tender leaves and snaked around Feng Ninghe's arm, even plucking a tender leaf and placing it into Feng Ninghe's mouth.
The ginseng plant was already half a person tall, covered in numerous tender leaves.
As the tender leaf entered her mouth, a cool spiritual energy coursed through Feng Ninghe's body, rapidly soothing the pain within her.
Feng Ninghe's eyes instantly brightened, and she couldn't help but look at the ginseng seedling coiled around her arm. "I didn't expect you to be so useful."
This was the first time she had experienced the effect of the ginseng seedling.
She had no doubt that with a little more time to heal, her body would be completely recovered.
"Of course, I've always said I have great use!"
The ginseng seedling bit its lip and strained to grow larger, enveloping more than half of Feng Ninghe's body.
Feng Ninghe felt an extreme sense of comfort, and her tired body was constantly being repaired.
She even felt like closing her eyes and sleeping soundly.
Feng Ninghe's eyes sharpened as she looked at Di Yang.
Di Yang's body was frozen in place, his eyes vacant, and he appeared quite dazed.
This was an unmissable opportunity for Feng Ninghe.
She gently patted the tender leaves enveloping her body. "Alright, let's go back for now. I need to get up quickly."
The ginseng seedling understood that Feng Ninghe had more important things to do.
It quickly retracted its tender leaves, transforming into a small vine that coiled around Feng Ninghe's wrist, ready to assist at any moment.
Feng Ninghe picked up her long sword and fiercely thrust it towards Di Yang!
The sharp sword edge was imbued with full spiritual power.
Sensing something, Di Yang's eyes regained clarity. Seeing the figure charging towards him, he quickly dodged to the side.
The long sword, coming with great force, slashed fiercely at his arm.
His robe was torn open with a long gash, and bright red blood soaked through the fabric.
Di Yang seemed unable to feel the pain, his expression remained largely impassive, and his eyes held a trace of astonishment. "Your sonic attack could make me lose focus?"
On the battlefield, losing focus for even a second could cost one's life.
He had actually been stunned for a moment just now.
If someone had attacked him during that time, he would have been defenseless!
If he hadn't already severely injured Feng Ninghe beforehand, he would likely be dead by now.
Staring at the cold, serene face before him, his heart was filled with lingering fear.
This young girl, at such a tender age, was skilled in both formations and sonic attacks. Such a genius, if given enough space to grow, would undoubtedly become uncontrollable!
He absolutely could not allow her to grow!
Di Yang's gaze turned fierce, and his body suddenly spun, lunging ferociously at Feng Ninghe.
The intense pressure made it difficult to endure.
Feng Ninghe dodged frantically, but her arm was still firmly grasped by Di Yang.
Di Yang seemed intent on tearing her arm off.
Feng Ninghe hurriedly activated the deceleration formation she had secretly cast earlier.
Within the deceleration formation, the enemy's speed would be slowed.
For cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, this was fatal. Any decrease in speed would create an opportunity for others to exploit.
Di Yang was about to raise his other hand to twist the woman's neck.
But his hand moved slowly, as slowly as could be.
Feng Ninghe seized the opportunity to break free. She quickly rubbed her aching arm, knitted her brows, and shot Di Yang a cold glare.
"Sect Master Di, I will tell you one last time. Di Wenbin's death has nothing to do with me. Someone deliberately framed me. If I wanted to act, I would have a million ways to make him die, without anyone even suspecting me."
Her sonic attack could momentarily stun Di Yang, let alone Di Wenbin.
If she wished, she could even make Di Wenbin commit suicide in full view of everyone.
Di Yang did not take her words to heart. He raised his sword, destroyed the formation, and a self-mocking smile curved his lips. He snorted coldly, "Qingcheng was right. You are indeed cunning and glib-tongued. I have no patience to waste with you. Go down and accompany my son."
As the sharp male voice fell, dust swirled in the air once more.
The dust madly encircled Feng Ninghe.
A hint of urgency appeared on her serene face as she tried to escape.
The heavy dust came from all directions, completely blocking her path.
The dust was like sharp swords, piercing her skin the moment it touched.
She had no doubt that if this continued, she would be riddled with holes by the dust.
Feng Ninghe activated the spiritual energy within her body, transforming it into a shield that tightly encased her.
Di Yang leaped forward, coming with great force, and raised his long sword to stab at her!
Bang!
The shield shattered with a dull thud.
Feng Ninghe's head spun, her limbs ached, and her body, like an uncontrolled falling leaf, tumbled backward.
The dust transformed into a whirlwind shape and crashed violently towards her.
The ginseng seedling coiled around her wrist shed two drops of crystal-clear tears and desperately worked to repair Feng Ninghe's body.
The translucent jade bracelet on her wrist suddenly emitted a faint, dim light.
Just as the dust was about to touch Feng Ninghe's body, a powerful surge of spiritual energy instantly dispersed the dust.
"Who dares to touch my person!"
A deep male voice, laced with a warning, descended from the sky.
A solitary, upright figure landed in front of Feng Ninghe.
The man wore a golden mask. Beneath the mask, his eyes were cold and indifferent. A silver chain was wrapped around his waist, exuding an air of noble and aloof elegance.