Even Feng Ninghe's pupils contracted sharply, a wave of horror washing over her.
Self-detonation meant certain death.
But Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng were so vicious, severing Elder Xu's head.
She could even imagine Feng Qingcheng being the one to take Elder Xu's head.
Tang Zun had never met Elder Xu and didn't know him, so there was no reason for him to be so ruthless.
Feng Qingcheng, who already held a grudge against her, might very well have vented her hatred onto Elder Xu.
Bai Niannian couldn't bear to watch such a scene and quickly turned her head away, unable to resist exclaiming, "Their methods are so cruel! They won't even let the dying rest!"
Feng Ninghe's gaze softened as she quietly looked at Elder Xu before her. She took out a handkerchief and covered the wound on Elder Xu's neck.
If Elder Xu were as fortunate as Di Wenbin and a wisp of his soul remained, perhaps there would be a way to revive him.
"Master, Elder Xu asked me to relay a question. He asked if you acknowledge him as your senior disciple."
Feng Xing's voice trembled as she bit her lip.
Her heart was filled with both self-blame and helplessness.
The image of Elder Xu standing tall, single-handedly blocking Tang Zun, reappeared before her eyes.
Even at the very end, Elder Xu had not bowed his head!
Feng Ninghe had never intended to take on disciples.
The path ahead was long and arduous; she herself still needed to grow, let alone take on disciples.
Memories of her past interactions with Immortal Xu flooded her mind.
She couldn't help but curve her lips into a gentle smile, her eyes filled with tenderness. A few tears traced paths down her cheeks. "Of course, I acknowledge him. He is the senior disciple of Medicine Valley."
Not far away, Si Jianye stood with his arms crossed, his posture languid and noble. Beneath the golden mask, a flicker of light crossed his eyes.
Immortal Xu's abilities were nowhere near Feng Ninghe's.
He knew then that the true Valley Master of Medicine Valley was Feng Ninghe.
Bai Niannian's eyes widened in horror, and she glanced at the fallen Immortal Xu.
The Valley Master of Medicine Valley was Feng Ninghe?
The world believed Feng Ninghe to be Immortal Xu's disciple, relying on her Nascent Soul master to act as her backing.
Little did they know, Immortal Xu was Feng Ninghe's disciple, and her cultivation had reached the Soul Transformation stage!
A cultivator at the Soul Transformation stage could roam freely not only in Li Kingdom but even in Jinling with ease.
The handkerchief completely covered Immortal Xu's bloody and mangled neck. His blood had seeped deep into the ground, staining it red.
One could imagine how tragic his death had been.
Snow began to fall.
Feng Ninghe tilted her head back, watching the snowflakes descend, and reached out to catch one.
The pure white snow felt bone-chillingly cold in her palm.
Her nose stung, and her eyes misted over. From this moment on, Elder Xu would be no more.
No one would ever roast chicken for her again...
Cultivators possessed spiritual energy to protect themselves from the cold.
Yet, she inexplicably felt a chill from this snow, a coldness that permeated both her body and soul.
"The ones who did this were Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng, weren't they?"
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice hoarse and deep.
Feng Xing nodded, her ink-black eyes filled with grief. "Yes, it was them."
Feng Ninghe's eyes suddenly turned cold, shedding her sorrow, her expression hardening immensely. "It's snowing, and it's getting cold. Take Elder Xu back to Medicine Valley first. Medicine Valley is always spring; it's not cold. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
As for Tang Zun and Feng Qingcheng, there will be a day when I will make them both kneel before Elder Xu's grave and beg for forgiveness."
Her clear female voice was soft but carried an unwavering resolve that made people inexplicably believe her.
Xiao Zhao nodded heavily, wiping away tears with her hand, her eyes red and swollen. She blurted out, "Master, Elder Xu's soul is annihilated. I want them to suffer the same fate!"
Feng Ninghe smiled faintly and agreed without hesitation. "Yes, how Elder Xu died, so shall those who harmed him perish."
Feng Xing seemed to recall something, her expression darkening slightly. "Where is Elder Xu's head? We must bring him back to Medicine Valley intact."
Feng Ninghe narrowed her eyes, a cold glint dancing within them. "You are right. We must bring him back to Medicine Valley intact. We'll bury him there first, and then we'll go search for his head."
From this day on, she would carry not only her own revenge but also Elder Xu's.
Medicine Valley.
A heavy snowfall had turned the eaves of Medicine Valley white, with a light layer of snow accumulating on the ground.
However, Medicine Valley remained perpetually spring-like, and the snow did not melt.
In a scenic backyard, a small grave stood.
Several figures were gathered before the grave.
Feng Xing poured a bottle of fine Nu'er Hong wine in front of the grave, muttering, "Old man, we promised to dig this up and drink it together next year. Now that you're gone, I'll drink this cup with you now."
Feng Xing tilted her head back and downed the wine in one gulp.
Feng Ninghe quietly looked at the memorial tablet, then withdrew her gaze. "Rest well in Medicine Valley today, keep Elder Xu company. We'll head down the mountain first thing tomorrow!"
Xiao Zhao nodded eagerly, her small face etched with the deep hatred of a blood feud.
Who would have thought that Elder Xu, who had personally cooked a sumptuous meal, had prepared their farewell feast?
They would never taste Elder Xu's cooking again.
Feng Ninghe did not linger. She turned her gaze back and slowly walked away.
Sensing a figure following her, she instinctively turned around.
Si Jianye's eyes were cold, and he followed her at a very slow pace.
Feng Ninghe then remembered Si Jianye's presence.
In the end, she had to thank Si Jianye for appearing and saving her in time.
Feng Ninghe looked at the man before her and said softly, "Thank you for today. I owe you a favor."
As the esteemed冥 of Xiyou Continent, he was noble and lived a life of ease, lacking nothing. For the moment, she truly couldn't think of how to repay him, so she could only owe him a favor for now.
The man's deep eyes quietly rested on her, and his voice slowly uttered, "You want revenge?"
Of course, Feng Ninghe wanted revenge.
Being falsely accused without reason, enduring all sorts of hardships, and even Elder Xu being implicated, how could she not want revenge?
She smiled, and the smile on her clean, fair face was exceptionally profound. "Naturally."
Si Jianye nodded slowly and generously reached out, taking her wrist. "I will take you to get revenge."
As long as he willed it, even a bloodbath of the Immortal Sect would be within his power.
What were Feng Qingcheng and Tang Zun compared to him?
He had long been weary of the cunning Feng Qingcheng; few people in this world dared to deceive him.
Feng Qingcheng's fabrication of lies to fool him was already a capital offense.
"What? Revenge?"
Feng Ninghe was stunned. Her feet felt glued to the ground as she looked at the man before her in disbelief.
Sensing the woman's astonishment, Si Jianye said dismissively, "I will take off Feng Qingcheng and Tang Zun's heads for you."
Those two heads meant nothing to him.
His actions had always been like this; he did what he wanted to do.
He had become the Underworld King of Xiyou Continent for a reason, not by chance.
Especially those who dared to bully him, how could they be allowed to live happily?