"Night Tingyan!"
He was so enraged that veins began to bulge on his forehead. Seeing this, Night Tingyan only smiled more triumphantly.
"Pavilion Master Feng, there's no need for anger. This King only wants the Zishen Xuandan."
Yingyue Pond must be a weakness, for Feng Wuxi still agreed.
The Zishen Xuandan was finally bid on by a mysterious group. By the time they followed, Night Tingyan's men were already in position.
This was where the official roads from Jiangzhou City to various places converged. If those people wanted to leave the city, they would have to pass through here.
Night Tingyan's men had already scouted the area. He was determined to get his hands on it this time, and the meticulous planning made Feng Yinwan secretly astonished.
"This King must obtain the Zishen Xuandan. I request Pavilion Master Feng's full assistance."
Feng Wuxi's lips curved slightly, "Second Prince, rest assured, this master will do as he promised."
Everyone was on high alert, with only Feng Yinwan trailing behind, not exerting much effort. In a moment, the sound of horses' hooves approached, and a group of masked figures in dark robes gradually entered their sight.
"Prepare."
"Attack!"
With a single command, iron chains suddenly rose from the flat official road, and assassins hidden around them rushed forward.
The situation instantly descended into chaos. Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes flickered. Just as she was about to slip away unnoticed, her back hem was grabbed by a hand.
Turning her head, she met Feng Wuxi's warning gaze. She gave a sheepish smile and immediately stopped.
"Isn't Pavilion Master Feng going to... help?"
The next moment, Night Tingyan's fierce urging voice rang out, "Feng Wuxi, what are you waiting for!"
Feng Yinwan felt that Night Tingyan had finally done something useful.
With a subtle flash of her eyes, she feigned instability and lunged forward. Her waist was bumped, and Feng Wuxi's eyes narrowed as he immediately threw her aside.
"Wait here. We're not finished talking."
The opponent's horsemen were in disarray and were now fleeing in all directions. He threw her this sentence and then charged forward. Feng Yinwan took a breath and, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, scrambled to her feet.
Only a fool would wait here!
Brushing the dirt off her dress, she turned her palm, and a brocade box immediately fell into her sleeve.
Easily obtained, goodbye!
Night Tingyan's men were tightly positioned, but the other side was not to be trifled with. With Feng Wuxi leading the charge, they could barely hold them back.
Seeing that they were pushed into a corner, the Xuan-clothed men threw the brocade box outward, and the smoke bomb in their hands was simultaneously thrown down.
Amidst the swirling dust, Night Tingyan stepped forward and precisely caught the brocade box.
The outer layer of the brocade box was made of fine woven jade brocade, with the small red seal of the Immortal Medicine Sect pressed onto the front, identical to what was shown earlier at Xianle Tower.
A deep gleam of excitement flashed in Night Tingyan's eyes. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly raised his hand and opened it.
"Your Highness!"
All that met his eyes was a expanse of bright yellow, with no trace of any medicinal pills.
In an instant, Night Tingyan's face changed drastically, his earlier joy completely turning to gloom.
Feng Wuxi watched from the side, and his already seductive eyes suddenly showed a hint of wickedness.
"Second Prince, if this master may be so bold, this appears to be merely an empty box."
This statement was equivalent to asking Night Tingyan, "Are you happy? If you're happy, smile!"
Night Tingyan's face turned ashen, and the brocade box in his hand was instantly crushed.
"Chase!"
This one word was squeezed out from between his teeth. Feng Wuxi's previously gloomy mood immediately improved.
However, it only lasted for a second before he could no longer smile.
The brocade box he had tucked into his belt was now nowhere to be found, and behind him, there was no sign of Feng Yinwan!
Realizing something belatedly, his face grew gloomy, and his expression darkened immediately.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "A truly sinister and cunning Ink Prince Consort!"
The place they were at earlier was quite far from the city. Feng Yinwan ran all the way and borrowed a fast horse. When she returned to Xianle Tower, Qi Xuan and Yu Ping were nowhere to be seen.
Fearing that Feng Wuxi would chase after her and snatch the Qiling Dan back, she decisively fed it to her bracelet at the entrance of Xianle Tower.
As soon as the pill touched it, the bracelet seemed to come alive, emitting waves of red light. After a moment, the red light subsided, and the entire pill was completely absorbed into the bracelet.
Feng Yinwan was surprised and delighted. As she eagerly awaited her precious bracelet to regain its vitality, her gaze fell upon the bracelet, and she immediately froze.
"What is this..."
She muttered, raising her hand to touch it. The bracelet was still smooth and even, no different from before. But the color... why was there a missing piece?!
Several dark brown patterns were laid over the gold, making it extremely obvious!
Feng Yinwan's pupils widened in shock. After a long pause, she was forced to accept the fact – her precious bracelet... had lost its color!!
She was truly foolish. She had only thought about the cheap price, but she never imagined that a nine-yuan-and-nine-cent item could be made of gold!
Indeed! You get what you pay for!
After only a second of heartache, she returned to her usual self, stroking the bracelet and speaking with concern.
"My treasure, are you awake yet?"
The bracelet blinked arrogantly, indicating: I was just sleeping, not dead!
Feng Yinwan wept with relief, "That's great! I knew you couldn't just stay inactive forever! Sister Bracelet, how could I live without you!"
The bracelet: "Say one more word and I'll die right now!"
They hadn't anticipated this situation, so they hadn't set any markers. Since she couldn't find them at Xianle Tower, Feng Yinwan rode her horse back to the inn.
The square was empty. Night Tingyan's carriage had already departed, and their carriage had not yet returned.
After a moment of hesitation, Feng Yinwan dismounted, preparing to return to her room to wait.
As she went up the stairs, she bumped into two figures in dark robes. Feng Yinwan was slightly startled and her steps immediately faltered.
If she remembered correctly, it was these Xuan-clothed men who had been fighting with Night Tingyan and his group at the official road intersection earlier.
What was their origin?
And why would they be at the inn?
As they passed each other, the Xuan-clothed men seemed to notice her as well, their movements visibly pausing.
In an instant, Feng Yinwan's internal alarm bells rang, and her heart leaped into her throat.
Could it be... they were robbed of the Zishen Xuandan by Night Tingyan and had come back for revenge?
She glanced down at her conspicuous white clothing, regretting it deeply, and her hand subconsciously reached for a silver needle.
"Miss."
Feng Yinwan was highly tense. The moment this word was spoken, the soft bone needle in her hand had already been thrown.
All the silver needles were aimed at vital points. If they hit, they would incapacitate the person.
Unexpectedly, the Xuan-clothed men shifted their bodies, and with extreme speed, they blocked her wrists from both sides. The narrow staircase instantly became tense.
The faces of both individuals were hidden within their large hoods. One of them swept his gaze over her bracelet and spoke in a deep voice.
"Miss has a very precise needle technique. May I ask where you obtained this bracelet?"
Feng Yinwan: ?
Do you even know what you're saying? What does this have to do with anything?
Realizing that these two were after her bracelet, Feng Yinwan's heart tightened, and she immediately withdrew her hand.
"Brother, you jest. This young lady is a man."