When the Purple Ginseng Profound Pill was presented, the entire hall was still in shock.
Originally, she had expected Ye Tingyan to make a forceful bid. Unexpectedly, his private room remained unusually quiet amidst the general clamor, leaving Feng Yinwan somewhat perplexed.
What was this person up to? Was he planning to snatch it by force, just like her?
Bidding calls rose and fell. The Purple Ginseng Profound Pill, initially priced at sixty thousand taels, was eventually sold for the astronomical sum of one hundred thousand taels of gold.
Without dwelling on the matter, Feng Yinwan adjusted her mask and was the first to rise and leave.
“Your Highness, why must we seize the Qi Ling Pill?”
Although she had not seen the person in the adjacent room directly, masters could sense each other's internal energy. Qi Xuan was certain that this individual was no ordinary opponent.
Provoking such a character was not part of their plan for this trip.
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips, her voice exceptionally firm. “It is inconvenient for this Princess to explain much to you. Suffice it to say, the Qi Ling Pill must be obtained today.”
Seldom had he seen her so resolute. Qi Xuan hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
“Yes.”
Once the item was outside Xianle Tower, any further conflict would be irrelevant to the Xianyao Medical Sect. To expedite matters and not delay their pursuit of Ye Tingyan, Feng Yinwan chose an alleyway near Xianle Tower as their ambush point.
However, she had not anticipated that the person approaching would be the same one in purple from last night.
Her heart constricted, and the silver needle she held at her fingertips tightened its grip.
If it was this person, they might not be a match. But the arrow was already on the string; it had to be loosed.
While she was still contemplating, the man had already drawn near. Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes darkened, and she flung the silver needle, laced with a muscle-relaxing poison, towards him. In the very next instant, Qi Xuan descended from above, his cold sword aimed directly at the man's nape.
Attacking from both sides with precise angles, even a top master would require time to handle such a maneuver. And time was their opportunity.
“Now!”
As his sword neared, Qi Xuan changed its direction, his target clear: the brocade box at the man's waist.
Feng Yinwan followed up with several more needles, their angles sharp and deadly. Yet, before they could reach their mark, they were drawn in by a gust of wind from the man's palm and struck down.
The next moment, Qi Xuan's blade was halted mid-air by an unseen force, and a fine layer of frost instantly spread.
Mere half an inch from the brocade box, Qi Xuan's eyes widened. He executed a horizontal slash and spun back.
“Young Master, it's the Han Guang Jue.”
The Han Guang Jue, the same secret technique that had previously harmed Ye Ting Lan.
There was only one person in the world who practiced this technique, and that was Feng Wuxi, the Pavilion Master of Wuxi Pavilion, who had repeatedly opposed them.
In an instant, the slender, alluring eyes before her overlapped with those of the man in black on the night of the assassination at Qingpu Temple.
A cold glint flashed in Feng Yinwan's eyes, her pretty face freezing, “Feng Wuxi.”
Why was he here?
What did he want with the Qi Ling Pill?
Feng Wuxi did not seem surprised to be recognized. He raised the outer corner of his narrow eyes towards Feng Yinwan and spoke meaningfully.
“Young Master?”
Casting him a wary glance, Feng Yinwan's expression grew stern. “What are you and Ye Tingyan doing in Jiangzhou?”
One Qi Ling Pill, one Purple Ginseng Profound Pill – it all pointed to a hidden agenda.
Upon hearing her question, Feng Wuxi’s lips curved slightly. “You want to know?”
The moment the words left his mouth, his figure, like a phantom, materialized before Feng Yinwan. Qi Xuan’s brow furrowed, and just as he was about to swing his sword, he was repelled by a palm strike.
“Come with this master, and I will tell you.”
“Stop!”
Under the oppressive, powerful aura, Feng Yinwan’s body was rendered immobile. Qi Xuan raised his sword again, but it was easily blocked.
Having consumed the Hundred-Year Purple Ginseng, Feng Wuxi had already returned to his peak condition. He was indeed not an opponent Qi Xuan could defeat.
Her collar was abruptly yanked, and Feng Yinwan’s feet left the ground. In the next instant, the two of them had vanished into the air.
“Young Master!”
“Don't follow if you don't want her dead.”
He leaped over more than a dozen rooftops without slowing. Seeing herself drifting further and further away from Xianle Tower, Feng Yinwan’s beautiful eyes darkened subtly. She reached for the silver needles at her waist again.
“No tricks.”
Her intention was seen through instantly. Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and was silent for a moment before suddenly raising her elbow.
She put all her strength into this move. If she could hit Feng Wuxi's abdomen, the soft bone needles hidden at her fingertips could penetrate.
However, before the blow could land, a hand intercepted it.
Feng Wuxi's slender eyes glanced at her, and he landed them both on the ground.
“Did Ye Ting Lan teach you martial arts?”
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened. She still replied in a masculine voice, “What Ye Ting Lan? I don't know him.”
“I have crossed swords with his dark guards. The person just now was his personal close guard.”
The only one Ye Ting Lan would leave his personal guard for was Feng Yinwan. Clearly, Feng Wuxi also knew this.
His cold fingertips gripped her chin and lifted it, revealing a flicker of calculation in his eyes.
“Tell me, what do you think this master could exchange you for with Ye Ting Lan, Princess Mo?”
Her identity exposed, Feng Yinwan no longer bothered to pretend. She coldly turned her face away. “Pavilion Master Feng, you are perhaps too confident. The Prince will never be threatened. I admit I am not to the extent of being a dangerous beauty.”
If it were before, she might have been able to stir up some trouble. But now that Ye Ting Lan knew about her pregnancy, although the matter was temporarily shelved due to his departure on campaign, there was definitely a greater storm brewing behind the scenes.
She curled her lips and looked up at Feng Wuxi.
“This Princess is wealthy, and though not as rich as the Prince, it is enough for Pavilion Master Feng to set a condition. Instead of taking a risky path, how about we make a deal, Pavilion Master Feng?”
Feng Yinwan felt helpless about proposing the idea of “redeeming myself.”
Feng Wuxi let out a direct laugh upon hearing this. “Interesting.”
He glanced at her and added, “However, it is not necessarily you who is taking the risky path.”
Thinking he was merely trying to intimidate her, Feng Yinwan frowned. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by an uninvited guest.
“Pavilion Master Feng, we meet again.”
The newcomer was none other than Ye Ting Yan.
Feng Yinwan’s body stiffened. Before she could react, the light before her dimmed considerably.
Feng Wuxi looked up, his tall, straight figure commanding attention.
“Second Prince, a pleasure.”
This somewhat stiff greeting gave Feng Yinwan a slight jolt.
She had initially thought the two of them were secretly colluding and that their presence in Jiangzhou this time must have a hidden motive. Now, it seemed there was another hidden reason?
The next moment, sharp eyes, glinting with hidden intent, were cast upon her.
“It has been a long time, Pavilion Master Feng. Have you acquired new personnel?”
“Merely some insignificant individuals, unworthy of the Second Prince's notice.”
Feng Yinwan was shielded from view. Wearing a mask and disguised as a man, it was indeed difficult to discern anything.
Ye Ting Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he then smiled and changed the subject.
“I knew Pavilion Master Feng would come, and I have been waiting for some time. There is a matter that requires Pavilion Master Feng's assistance.”
Seeing Feng Wuxi remain silent, he paused and continued, “Today, please seize the Purple Ginseng Profound Pill on my behalf.”
“Second Prince.”
This single sentence carried a hint of displeasure. “I told you, Wuxi Pavilion and you have settled all accounts.”
Despite being refused, Ye Ting Yan did not get angry but instead smiled.
“Pavilion Master Feng, the scenery at Yingyue Pond is exceptionally beautiful. We have known each other for many years, yet you have never invited me to admire it. It is rather unkind.”
In an instant, Feng Wuxi's expression changed drastically, and a chilling aura emanated from him.