The cultivators of the Immortal Sect were shocked.
As cultivators of a sect, how could they be so humiliated?
"Feng Ninghe, you are bullying others with your power!"
"I am not kneeling, I merely glanced at Immortal Xu's head a few more times, I did not commit any offensive act!"
"I am not kneeling either. You are just more powerful than me and want to bully us? I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect, a true man, how can I kneel to a mere woman? Moreover, we are all victims, we did not know the truth at the time, and thus made mistakes!"
The cultivators protested incessantly.
Once they knelt, how would they be able to hold their heads up in Jinling, or before the major sects?
The people of Jinling would only mock them.
Feng Ninghe smiled, raised her hand, and a powerful spiritual energy surged towards the protesting cultivators.
Bang!
Clang!
As the cultivators in front could not resist the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, they instantly knelt!
They wanted to get up, but an invisible giant hand pressed them down tightly.
The cultivators could not even rise.
Feng Ninghe's red lips curled up wantonly, her aloof face carrying a hint of devilish charm: "One person and one beast, how is that bullying? You are over a thousand people. If you had the ability, you could have swarmed me, and it wouldn't have been a problem for many to bully one, but you are too weak."
The cultivators were enraged, but every word she spoke was true.
Even if they had swarmed her, a thousand people against Feng Ninghe alone would have had no chance of victory.
Feng Ninghe raised her eyelids and swept her divine sense over the cultivators.
Her divine sense invaded the cultivators' dantian.
If she wished, she could cripple their cultivation at any moment.
Under the pressure of her might, the cultivators were terrified and awestruck.
"Miss Feng! I will kneel and admit my mistake, please do not cripple my cultivation!"
"Me too! It took me so much effort to reach the Nascent Soul stage. I have elders at home and children, my whole family depends on me, I cannot afford to have anything happen!"
The cultivators whose dantian was scanned by her divine sense, sensing her intention, hastily knelt!
For cultivators, cultivation was more important than life itself.
Feng Ninghe's divine sense slowly swept towards the cultivators.
In just a moment, more than half of the Immortal Sect cultivators were kneeling.
Seeing this, the remaining cultivators, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, quickly knelt as well.
In an instant, a thousand people knelt, a magnificent sight.
Feng Ninghe's gaze swept downwards, she raised the wooden box high, and the heart in her chest beat fiercely.
The innocent had been brutally murdered, their heads and bodies severed, hung high on the gates of the Immortal Sect for all to scorn.
She had finally avenged Old Man Xu…
She turned her gaze to the wooden box, her expression dazed, and murmured, "Old Man Xu, don't blame me for not avenging you until today…"
Xiao Zhao's eyes welled up with hot tears, and it couldn't help but reach out its large paw to wipe them away.
With a sweep of its large paw, it stirred up a mighty gust of wind, which swept towards the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Seeing Xiao Zhao ferociously waving its claws, the disciples of the Immortal Sect, fearing they would be captured and fed to the beast, quickly lowered their heads, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Feng Xing bit her lip, looking excitedly at the wooden box in Feng Ninghe's hand, her handsome face regaining some color from excitement: "Old Man Xu… you can finally rest in peace."
Bai Niannian cried like a tearful person, sobbing continuously, "That's great… Master's name is cleared, Immortal Xu's revenge is served, everything is moving in a good direction."
The surrounding onlookers remained silent, a rare stillness.
The white figure riding the ancient Qilin, heroic and graceful, her aloof yet beautiful face was deeply etched into everyone's hearts at this moment.
This woman, pushed to the forefront of the storm, was like a god, high above, untouchable.
In the crowd, Mei Honghou's face was solemn, and he whispered, "Zileng, tell the sect disciples to be cautious with their words. We don't need to befriend Feng Ninghe, but we absolutely cannot offend her. This woman… is terrifying…"
To make sect disciples kneel in fear, such a person could shake the entire Xuanzhou Continent.
He even had a premonition that before long, this woman would surely cause a sensation across the entire Xuanzhou Continent!
Mei Honghou's words made Mei Zileng's heart pound.
A woman whom her father discussed in such a manner was definitely no ordinary person.
If she had treated Feng Ninghe like that before, had she already been noticed…
Looking at the disciples of the Immortal Sect kneeling before her, Feng Ninghe put away the wooden box, waved her hand, and the formation dissipated.
Her aloof female voice slowly fell, "The grievances between Immortal Xu and the Immortal Sect are now settled. You may leave."
With the disappearance of the pressure and the formation, the disciples of the Immortal Sect eagerly rose. Their gazes towards Feng Ninghe were particularly complex, and they could barely meet her eyes.
Before this, they had never imagined that one day they would kneel and apologize to Feng Ninghe.
Di Yang turned to Di Wenbin, "Tell the disciples to go back and rest. They must be tired from the journey."
Di Wenbin nodded slightly and strode towards the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Feng Ninghe dismounted from Xiao Zhao.
"Feng Ninghe."
A female voice called out from behind. Mei Zileng stood quietly behind her, biting her lip, her expression complicated.
Feng Ninghe slowly turned her gaze to her, her voice calm, "Is something the matter?"
Mei Zileng nodded with a serious expression, a hint of guilt appearing on her well-made face, "I previously mistook you for harming Di Wenbin and aided the wicked, doing many wrong things. Now that the truth is clear, I have wronged you."
Looking at the sincere Mei Zileng, Feng Ninghe nodded in understanding, then continued walking away on her own.
Mei Zileng froze on the spot, staring at the figure before her in disbelief: "She forgave me just like that?"
Feng Ninghe was more terrifying than she had imagined. Offending this woman would be of no benefit to the sect.
She had come to apologize because she did not want this matter to implicate the sect.
Hearing the female voice, Feng Ninghe turned her head, her peripheral vision calmly glancing at Mei Zileng, "What else do you want? If I had to account for every single thing, how could I possibly manage?"
She had countless enemies, and she did not intend to dwell on this woman's actions too much.
Mei Zileng had been deceived by villains and acted on impulse, not committing any grave offense. An apology was sufficient.
For some reason, looking at the figure before her, Mei Zileng felt deeply ashamed.
She knew that Feng Ninghe disdained to bother with her.
"Zileng."
A clear male voice rang out.
Di Wenbin stood quietly behind Mei Zileng, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.
Upon seeing Di Wenbin, Mei Zileng could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes swollen, and she looked directly at the man before her, "I thought… I thought you were dead…"
Di Wenbin took a step forward, pulled her into his embrace, and gently rested his head on her, "I heard about what happened. You have suffered these past few days…"