The simple words made Feng Ninghe frantically break free from Si Jianye's hand.
"Although I want revenge, I want to take revenge honorably."
She quickly explained, her delicate features carrying a hint of depth, "The world misunderstands me greatly. I want to clear my name and catch the real culprit behind the scenes."
Feng Qingcheng could have barged into Feng Qingcheng's room, attacked her, and severely twisted this woman's head.
If that were the case, when would she ever be able to clear her name?
Si Jianye raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto her. His cool words slowly left his lips, "Just live as you please, why bother with what others think?"
He never cared about how others viewed him, and no one dared to gossip about him behind his back.
Because his strength commanded the admiration and submission of the world.
He was the King of Xiyou Continent, with a lifespan equal to heaven, and his status was noble.
Feng Ninghe opened her lips and explained unhurriedly, "Naturally, I don't care what the world thinks of me, but I can't let people arbitrarily smear me. Those who dare to slander me must pay a price."
The world revered Si Jianye, so naturally, no one dared to slander him, and he had no need to care about their opinions.
Feng Ninghe was different.
Their upbringing was different, their identities were disparate, and their approaches to facing matters were also different.
She had to clear her name and expose the person behind it all!
Si Jianye withdrew his gaze and changed the subject, "What will you do next?"
Feng Ninghe's eyes flickered, a few glints dancing in her pupils. Her strong, resonant voice slowly emerged, "Return to the Zhenguo Duke's manor."
The Zhenguo Duke's manor was hers to begin with; it was only natural for her to return to her own home.
If she didn't go back soon, she feared the drama of the cuckoo usurping the nest would play out again.
"I will accompany you back."
The deep male voice was magnetic and pleasing to the ear.
Before she could speak, Si Jianye continued, explaining, "Di Yang is likely waiting for you to return, lying in wait. It's dangerous for you to go back alone."
His words forced Feng Ninghe to swallow what she was about to say.
What Si Jianye said held some truth.
She was not yet strong enough to contend with an entire Xianren Sect. However, if she accepted Si Jianye's kindness, wouldn't she be indebted to him again?
Sensing her emotional fluctuation, Si Jianye moved his lips and spoke unhurriedly, "Xinxin finally found her mother. I don't want her to lose her mother."
With that, the man strode away.
A few snowflakes scattered from the branches, drifting into his hair. His waterfall-like, dark locks were dusted with white snow, making his figure appear cold, proud, and noble.
Si Jianye did not wish for this woman to be in danger.
The subtle emotions in his heart made him unable to articulate them clearly. As for Xinxin, she was merely an excuse he casually brought up.
Only when the man's figure disappeared from her sight did Feng Ninghe retract her gaze.
Si Jianye was like an immortal untouched by dust, as unattainable as the bright moon.
Yet, it was precisely such a person who was willing to stand up for her.
Even if it were for Xinxin, there was no need for him to personally intervene.
In a moment, Feng Ninghe swept away all the thoughts in her heart.
She had no time to ponder too much; more important matters awaited her.
She had to return to the Feng family, find Feng Qingcheng or Tang Zun, and bring Elder Xu's head back to Medicine Valley.
Zhenguo Duke's Manor.
Several figures were gathered in a room.
"Sect Leader Di, what is the situation?"
Upon seeing Di Yang, Feng Qingcheng eagerly stood up and rushed to him, her eyes filled with urgency.
Di Yang frowned, a hint of unwillingness lingering in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said with some annoyance, "Feng Ninghe escaped. The King of Hell appeared and took her away."
"What?"
Upon hearing the male voice, Feng Qingcheng became extremely anxious.
Had all her meticulously planned schemes failed?
As long as Feng Ninghe died, the blame would be firmly placed on this vixen, and she would have no further worries.
But now, Feng Ninghe was still alive.
Di Yang's expression darkened, his mood plummeting to the bottom, "With the King of Hell present, it's not easy to make a move against her."
Si Jianye's words echoed in his mind.
Di Yang remembered clearly: to take Feng Ninghe's life, one must avoid Si Jianye.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but curse softly, "Damn Feng Ninghe, she's a vixen, to be able to bewitch the King of Hell!"
So many people dreamed of climbing into the King of Hell's favor but failed.
Even she, who couldn't win the King of Hell's favor, why did this vixen get his attention?
Di Yang glanced at Feng Qingcheng, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Feng Ninghe is a rare cultivation prodigy. We must not give her any room to grow. We must find a way to act against her when the King of Hell is absent."
At such a young age, she had reached the Soul Transformation stage; Feng Ninghe's talent was immeasurable.
Feng Qingcheng did not take Di Yang's words to heart, a hint of cunning flashing across her expression, "I do have a way to lure Feng Ninghe to Jinling. The moment she steps into Jinling, we can take her life!"
Jinling had countless immortal sects, and it was their territory.
It was easy to deal with people they disliked on their own turf.
Di Yang seemed to see hope, his eyes brightening slightly, but after a moment, his gaze dimmed a little, and he said with some trepidation, "I am enough to deal with Feng Ninghe alone, but the King of Hell is by her side."
"I have a way to send the King of Hell away. Besides, I don't believe the King of Hell would oppose an entire Jinling for her!"
Strong, resolute words slowly emerged from Feng Qingcheng's mouth. A fierce look appeared on her exquisitely made-up face.
Tang Zun casually took out a wooden box and tapped it lightly with his fingertip, his expression somewhat grim, "The item in this wooden box is our greatest bargaining chip. We can use it as bait to lure Feng Ninghe here, set a trap in advance, and capture her in one fell swoop."
Thinking of avenging Di Wenbin, Di Yang's chest swelled with excitement, "Let's act without delay. Only when Feng Ninghe is dead can my son rest in peace."
The next day, Medicine Valley.
A maid had prepared the carriage.
Feng Xing sat dazedly in Elder Xu's room, his bewildered eyes lost in thought.
"Axing, we'll be departing in a while. You haven't eaten all day, so have something to fill your stomach first."
Bai Niannian brought over pumpkin porridge, looking at Axing with concern, "I've already been to Sister Feng's. She's gone to Immortal Xu's grave to talk to him again."
The pumpkin porridge was fragrant, its rich aroma instantly filling the entire room.
Feng Xing had no intention of drinking the porridge. His gaze fell on something unknown, and he murmured softly, "It's my fault for being too weak, not strong enough to protect Elder Xu."
Seeing his self-reproaching expression, Bai Niannian quickly said, "Immortal Xu protected not only you, but me as well. I owe him a debt of gratitude. I will follow you all the way until Immortal Xu returns to Medicine Valley.
The one at fault is not you, but Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng. They are the culprits. If it weren't for them, Immortal Xu wouldn't have met this fate."