"But he just lost too much blood two days ago—"
"He's been recovering very well these past two days, Ning Xian. I was talking about your internal injuries..."
“It’s still uncertain whether Zuo Ci is dead or alive. It’s too dangerous for him to wander around alone. I’m going to find him—” “Ning Xian!” He called her again, but she had already disappeared. Mr. Dongli shook his head; she was indeed worrying too much.
If we're talking about danger, in the same environment, wouldn't Ning Xian, who can't use her internal energy at all, be far more dangerous than Feng, who still has his left hand? Although, Feng really didn't think there was anything dangerous about this place filled with Netherworld Cult subordinates. He looked at Ning Xian, who was panting as she ran up to him, smiled faintly, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. For her worry about him. He knew he had probably frightened her this time.
While he couldn't completely ignore this hand, it was his own negligence, a result of his own lack of skill, so there was nothing to complain about. However, Ning Xian always seemed to take the blame—he did so with Ci Sheng, and he still does now.
Indeed, in some ways she doesn't seem like a member of the demonic cult at all.
"Feng, did you hear me?!"
"Does this mean I can't go out alone?"
"right!"
"Not even leaving the yard is allowed?"
"right!"
"Okay, you can come with me when I come out."
...Sir, I don't offer escort services.
—You won't accompany me? Really not?
—Alright...I'll keep you company then...
Feng smiled, took Ning Xian's hand, and the two slowly walked back. Ning Xian often couldn't recall when she first met Feng. The most vivid memory was of returning to the Netherworld Sect from the Bai family, amidst the uproar between the Netherworld Heaven and the Blissful Heaven, and that cold gaze from across the crowd. That one look seemed to chill her to the bone; it was from that day that she truly noticed this person.
Cold, arrogant, aloof, unsociable, and disdainful of others, with a sharp tongue. At that time, she genuinely disliked him. Every time she had to interact with him, she was driven to the brink of madness by him, yet he completely ignored her anger. When exactly did she begin to grow closer to this man? It all seemed to happen naturally. When she realized she had fallen in love, this man had already firmly grasped her hand.
Just thinking about what happened at the Misty Rain Pavilion that day fills me with dread. If Feng hadn't blocked Chu Zheng's blade, it wouldn't just be his hand that's broken now.
Heaven did not treat her unfairly; when she finally realized the truth, it did not let her lose Feng.
"Does the leader intend to stay here for a long time?"
"Probably not. Judging from the leader's tone, it seems he doesn't intend to stay long—why?"
"I'm wondering whether we should go back together or elope."
Ning Xian stumbled, but luckily Feng was holding her hand so she didn't fall. She adjusted her ankle, steadied herself, and asked, "What?"
"Don't you want to elope with me?"
"No...it's not exactly..."
Feng looked at her and nodded, seemingly understanding. "Alright, let's go back to the Netherworld to recover first..."
"Mmm-hmm—" Ning Xian nodded vigorously. This guy's thoughts jump around way too fast… elopement? That doesn't sound like something "Lord Feng" would do at all…
"Feng, why did you suddenly decide to... elope?"
"Because—the people in the church are annoying."
"That's true..."
"Then elopement?"
"Focus on recovering! If anything happens to you again, elopement is out of the question!"
Feng glanced at her—was she threatening me?
Nodding—that's a threat.
"Alright, you'd better not forget your internal injuries—come on, let's go together." With that, Feng grabbed Ning Xian by the collar and led him back to the courtyard to check if their medicine was ready—so they could recover soon and elope. The goal was clear, and the ambition was lofty.
After settling matters here within a few days, Dongfang Juehuang prepared to depart, having already pledged allegiance to Islam. However, Ning Xian's last problem remained unresolved—
"Uncle, are you really not coming with us?"
"No, I've gotten used to it here. Besides, I don't want to get involved with any more evil sects or cults in the martial world."
"Take care, uncle—"
"Lord Ning—take me with you—"
An object lunged at him, clinging tightly. Ning Xian kicked it away and continued his farewell, "Uncle, you—" "Lord Ning—if you don't take me with you, how will I survive?" The object lunged at him again, and Ning Xian kicked it down, but it clung to Ning Xian's leg, refusing to let go—"I don't want to go home anymore! They make me stay in the house all day eating this and that, not letting me do any work. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I feel uncomfortable all over—Lord Ning, take me with you! I'll chop wood and fetch water for you every day—" "Let go first—" He kicked and kicked, but this time he couldn't get rid of it. Mr. Dongli shook his head; it was best for him not to get involved. "Let go! Let go! Let go!"
"I won't let go! I won't let go! I won't let go!"
"Let go!"
"I won't let go!"
"Are you a shameless bastard?! You're not going home to enjoy your life?!" How could she possibly take him with her? Did she expect him to cling to her when she and Feng were about to elope?
Feng glanced over, then walked over in a few steps, grabbed Du Zhengnian, pressed his pressure points, threw him onto a nearby carriage, and ordered, "Tie him up and send him to the Du residence."
"yes."
Feng turned back. "Can we go now?"
"Okay, all done." He hurriedly walked towards the other carriage.
Meanwhile, a similarly sticky scene was unfolding on the other side—
“Brother Bai, why are you so stubborn? Come on, come on, join us in returning to our faith. We should at least have a few drinks together—” “Thank you, King Kinnara, but I, Bai—”
"What's with all this polite formalities? Aren't you tired of this? This time you have to listen to me. Come on over! We've been bothering you for so many days, we must treat you well!"
"No need for hospitality, I have some business to attend to..."
"Come on, come on—let's go, driver, let's go—" Kinnara shoved Bai Mo into the carriage without a word, dismissed the driver, and joined the caravan on the road—
The demonic cult members, unsteady and unsteady, began their journey home...
…… ...
Chapter 92 The Wife Climbs into Bed 1 (from "The Wife Climbs the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
A banquet was held in the Netherworld for three days. No one could say for sure whether it was a "victory celebration," a welcome back party for everyone's safe return, or just some people who hadn't caused trouble in a while using this as an excuse to make a fuss. Or perhaps it was just the leader's whim.
Anyway, this is the Demonic Sect, the Netherworld Heaven, so everyone can eat and drink as they please, and hold banquets whenever they want. The only difference is that this time, the Eastern Sect Leader was present from beginning to end, so the important members of the sect had no choice but to accompany him, and the three-day banquet was very lively.
The initiator, Kinnara, drank to his heart's content, while Bai Mo, whom he had forcibly dragged along, was defeated on the first day and left for a guest room. The only ones who could truly accompany him throughout the entire event were probably Mu Yuan, who sat next to the sect leader, and Long Jue, who would go to handle sect affairs after drinking, only to be summoned back to drink again, in a never-ending cycle.
Naturally, this banquet had nothing to do with the injured Feng or Ning Xian. With Long Jue present, no one dared to invite Ning Xian to drink.
Such a grand banquet required almost all the chefs in the Netherworld to be mobilized, so there was no way to prepare special meals for everyone. Therefore, Ning Xian had no choice but to come to the banquet every day at mealtime, eat, and then pack some food for Feng before leaving.
"Ning Xian!"
As soon as she entered the banquet, she saw Yu Lin wave to her, reserving a seat for her. She squeezed in and sat down, only to find that the other side of this seat was occupied by Long, one of the Four Spirits of the Blissful Heaven—strange, wasn't he always disdainful of banquets from the Netherworld Heaven? What was he up to today? Long suddenly pulled Ning Xian down close and whispered, "Hey, is Luo Hou always with Ji Du? When did she get alone? Why isn't she wearing that red dress from the other day?"
Ning Xian looked up blankly, and following his gaze, she realized that directly opposite her, she could see Luo Hou at another table. ...This person...has his eye on Luo Hou?
She kindly reminded him, "Luo Hou is from the Netherworld, you know?"
"Nonsense! Do you think I wouldn't know?" He was about to slam his fist on the table and yell, but then he remembered that he was the one asking for a favor, and this attitude seemed inappropriate. He quickly restrained himself and said, "We're all in the same boat, so help me put in a good word with Luo Hou, okay?" Who's in the same boat as you? She and Feng are mutually in love, unlike you guys? Luo Hou doesn't even know where they are. "I can help you find out, but I can't guarantee anything."
As for that red robe… obviously, with the Gandharva King present, Rahu wouldn't continue wearing it if he didn't want trouble. “Hahaha, then thank you very much—come, come, let's have a drink together—”
"No, I don't drink..." Before Ning Xian could finish speaking, Long had already put his arm around her shoulder and poured the wine down her throat. She choked a couple of times, but had already swallowed most of it... Ning Xian's face turned ashen. Long noticed her expression and said, "What's wrong? It's just a sip of wine. You can't even handle this much alcohol..." Before he could finish speaking, Ning Xian collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Hey!!"
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing, I probably just drank too much—"
It's not a big deal for a couple of people to get drunk at a banquet, and no one paid any attention. Everyone ate and drank as usual. Long pulled her up and made her lie down on the table, then went off to drink as well.
Yu Lin only went to the restroom briefly, and when she returned, the seat next to her was already empty. She wanted to ask Long, who was sitting next to her, but seeing him drinking happily, she figured it was possible that Ning Xian had packed the food and left first, so she didn't ask.
A single person disappeared from the banquet without a sound, and no one noticed.
………………
Bai Mo had already lain down shortly after noon, presumably because he had drunk quite a bit, and his head was spinning and he felt terrible. Just as he closed his eyes and dozed off, he suddenly felt the window in the room being blown open by the wind, slapping against the window frame on both sides. He knew that being exposed to the wind like this would make him catch a cold, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what he did.
Suddenly, a warm breath touched his cheek. Bai Mo was startled. Even if he was slow to realize, he should have known that someone was in the room. He opened his eyes immediately— "Ning Xian!?"
Upon seeing the person beside the bed, he was startled, only to see Ning Xian smile wickedly, "Who is Ning Xian?" As he spoke, he bit down on his neck— "Ah!—!!" Bai Mo pushed him away forcefully, raising his hand to wipe his mouth, and saw that blood had already been drawn. "Ning Xian, what are you doing—" Seeing Ning Xian about to pounce again, Bai Mo dodged to the side and retreated to the inside of the bed.
"Keep hiding, keep hiding—I like things with a bit of fun—"
Bai Mo frowned. "Ning Xian, have you been drinking?"
"Just a little bit~" (It really is just a little bit...)
"Go to sleep after you've had your drink!"
"Okay—we'll sleep together—"
Ning Xian lunged forward, and Bai Mo had nowhere to hide. She grabbed him, gave him a wicked smile, and whispered in his ear, "Honest man, try to dodge again—"
A sharp pain shot through Bai Mo's ear, causing him to gasp. He almost thought she was going to bite off half of his ear. He tried to push her away, but the tearing pain made his ear ache, and he dared not push her away.
Good heavens, what kind of drinking habit does Ning Xian have?! How come I've never noticed before?
Normally, Ning Xian would eat a little something at the banquet and then immediately pack up the food to send to Feng, never delaying until after noon. Today, however, it was rather late, and Feng felt a vague unease, so he left the courtyard and headed towards the banquet. After looking around but not seeing Ning Xian, he found Yu Lin and asked, "Have you seen Ning Xian?"
"Didn't Ning Xian go back? She left a long time ago."
This was clearly not good news. Feng's face turned slightly cold. Yu Lin quickly said, "Don't worry, you won't get lost in the sect. I'll ask around for you. —Long, have you seen where Ning Xian went?"