Feng didn't seem to mind admitting defeat, saying, "With so many people, it's chaotic. We should have a few of the leaders run away from the back mountain."
Ning Xian shrugged and said "Oh".
Feng glanced at her and continued, "Send them all back to the Netherworld Heaven. You come with me to continue the pursuit."
"Oh...huh??" Ning Xian's eyes widened. "Me!?"
Feng didn't have the patience to repeat it to her again and went about drinking her tea.
"Aren't you, Lord Feng, supposed to be capable? I remember someone saying I'm not suited to be a member of the Demonic Sect..."
Feng put down her teacup. "It has nothing to do with that. Among these people, you are in better physical condition and martial arts skills. Not many people have run away, and I don't need that many. Tell them to go back and rest—you can't bring yourself to kill dozens of people, so you can't possibly kill just a few, can you?"
Ning Xian stared at him—why? Why did she always feel so angry and want to explode in front of this person? Why?
She could disregard even the young master Bai, who married her but then cheated on her, so why was it so difficult for her to stay calm when facing this person?
“If you can’t do it, just say so,” Feng added. He never liked to force others; if they could do it, they would, and if they couldn’t, they would each do their own thing. He had heard that Jialing rarely made mistakes, and since she was Long Jue’s sister, she shouldn’t be too bad. So even if he was a little lenient, he could consider using her. But if she really could only do small, menial tasks, then so be it; it was none of his business.
Ning Xian threw the grapes in her hand onto the plate, "I'll go!"
Who says she can't do it? She's not going to let this arrogant guy look down on her!
He dismissed his men, who seemed somewhat worried and kept glancing at her, but Ning Xian paid them no mind. Even though she was alone with the people of Blissful Heaven, he wasn't going to eat her. Then he accompanied Feng to buy clothes, changing out of her blood-stained white attire. Feng emerged from the clothing store dressed in red, fiery red, yet devoid of warmth. More like cooled blood, her skin still seemed to faintly reek of blood.
Ning Xian pursed his lips. Everyone else is a phoenix rising from the ashes, but he's a phoenix rising from the blood. But he had to admit that this outfit really suited him—besides black, red was the easiest color to kill, and the blood splatter wouldn't be easily visible.
As expected, he's one of the four leaders of Blissful Heaven, his mind is consumed by nothing but killing. She was once again certain that everyone in Blissful Heaven was a psychopath! —Except for Yu Lin.
"Hey! Do you know which way we should chase after them?"
"I roughly know."
"Huh?" Is there something you don't know...? The person has already run away, how do you know where to chase them?
The sect was destroyed, but the "family" could not be spared. Although Feng had nothing but killing a few years ago, he just happened to remember the person who had become the current sect leader and his affairs.
He was fairly certain that his plan to escape from the Netherworld had failed, and the first thing he would do after escaping was to flee back to a place that could protect him.
— Soaring Tower.
...
Chongtianlou may not be considered a sect, but rather a martial arts family. Its fame stems from its mastery and crafting of mechanisms and hidden weapons. Therefore, it's impossible to say whether it belongs to the underworld or the legitimate world, and no one can be sure they won't need Chongtianlou's help someday. As a result, no one would provoke Chongtianlou unnecessarily; instead, they all give them some face. Although it doesn't hold a particularly high position in the martial arts world, it's still quite influential.
The relationship between the Giant Axe Sect and the Sky Tower is not widely known in the martial arts world; only a few people know about it.
Back then, the second young master of Chongtianlou and the sister of the leader of Jufumen fell in love at first sight. Chongtianlou did not want to agree because Jufumen was a gangster, but the two insisted on being together and could not be separated.
So the sister of the Giant Axe Sect leader eventually married into the Sky Tower, but it was not made public.
Feng had just met this extremely fierce woman, as well as her son with the second young master of Chongtian Tower. Even after marrying into Chongtian Tower, she still frequently returned to the Giant Axe Sect and interfered in all matters, big and small. It could be said that she was "indispensable" in the Giant Axe Sect's offense against Youmingtian back then.
When Feng subdued the Giant Axe Sect, he killed the sect leader's daughter, leaving only his son. Later, it seems that this son died young, so with the woman's strong support, the position of Giant Axe Sect leader was assumed by her son.
Seeing the traps and hidden weapons laid by the Giant Axe Sect, how can one not think of the Sky Tower?
Two fast horses galloped towards Jiangcheng's Chongtian Tower. Unbeknownst to them, a man in a light yellow robe stood calmly in front of the Giant Axe Sect's gate, gazing at the traces of the fire. He hesitated for a long time before finally mounting his horse and heading towards Chongtian Tower.
Chapter 18 Fire Feather Phoenix 2
The horse neighed and stopped on the forest path. Feng calmed the suddenly stopped horse, her eyes on it but her attention focused on the distance behind her—
Someone is following them.
He had noticed someone following them long ago, but only after getting this far did he become certain that they were indeed being followed. Ning Xian, of course, was not oblivious; seeing Feng stop his horse, he knew his guess was correct.
"Let's rest here for a bit," Feng said, but Ning Xian understood that it was more of a "solution" than a "rest." She didn't like being followed either, so she nodded and dismounted.
After tying their horses to one side, Feng and Ningxian disappeared into the woods on either side of the road. In the distance, a horse approached, and Ningxian saw the young man on horseback wearing a pale yellow robe, like the autumn sun, faint and without warmth.
She was startled; Feng had already drawn her sword and leaped forward—the horse was immediately frightened, and the young man only had time to hurriedly rein in the horse, but it was too late; the sword was at his throat—"Who are you?"
"Wait!" Ning Xian leaped forward and pushed Feng's sword aside. "I know him!"
She believed that if the man in yellow was even a moment too slow to respond, Feng would impatiently plunge her sword into his throat. She could also tell that this seemingly mild-mannered young man was probably someone who wouldn't yield to force; if he didn't want to speak, even with the sword at his throat, he wouldn't say a word.
Feng glanced at Ning Xian suspiciously, then looked at the young man.
"What are you still looking at? I already said I know him, he's not a suspicious person." As she spoke, she pulled the man in the yellow shirt aside and whispered, "You didn't come with me again this time, did you?"
He didn't hide it and nodded.
Ning Xian glanced at Feng, seeing that he had sheathed his sword and wasn't listening to their conversation, she lowered her voice even further, "You followed me to the Giant Axe Sect before, and now you're here again? What exactly do you want?" Although she knew very well that she should be cautious of someone of unknown origin, she just couldn't bring herself to be wary of this man who seemed as calm and collected as a chrysanthemum and as still as water, always shrouded in a faint hesitation and confusion. Besides, he had saved her before; he probably wouldn't want to harm her.
But he still seemed unwilling to answer... or perhaps he hadn't figured out his answer yet, so he couldn't. Perhaps seeing Ning Xian leading her men to the Giant Axe Sect was just a coincidence; he didn't understand his own thoughts. By the time he realized it, he had already followed her to see what she was doing.
"...Even if you won't tell me, at least tell me your name, otherwise my companion is very difficult to talk to."
The man in the yellow shirt hesitated for a moment before saying, "Du Cisheng."
"Just say you know me, don't say anything more, and don't cause any trouble, understand?"
Ci Sheng listened to her instructions with a slightly bewildered expression, as if he couldn't quite understand some things. Ning Xian didn't care what he was hesitating about; perhaps that hesitation and indecisiveness was precisely his charm, making people want to take care of him more. She walked over to Feng and said, "It's all a misunderstanding; I'm letting him go."
“Please let me go with you.” Du Cisheng’s words left Ning Xian speechless. She turned to stare at him in frustration—without even looking, she knew that Feng’s eyes were already sending out a cold and dangerous message… Du Cisheng, are you… courting death?
"What nonsense are you spouting? Get out of here!" she quickly said, but Du Cisheng didn't seem to have any intention of backing down, still looking at Feng with a calm yet stubborn gaze. He wasn't stupid, and he could see clearly that the biggest problem was the man in red in front of him.