Feng Xu and Feng Ruyan exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and confusion in each other’s eyes.
Wasn’t Feng Xi a low-level cultivator with no skill?
What on earth was going on?
How could she dare to lay hands on the Young Lord?
They didn’t know the full story, but the facts were right in front of them—there was no denying it.
“Feng Xi, what are you doing? How could you beat the Young Lord like this?” Feng Xu finally asked, unable to contain himself.
Feng Xi gave him a cold look and replied lightly:
“I was merely defending myself.”
“Defending yourself?” Feng Xu stared at her in disbelief. “You hurt the Young Lord like this and still dare to claim self-defense?”
Feng Xi shrugged.
“I wouldn’t have acted if he hadn’t attacked me first.”
“Nonsense!” Qiao Ju got up from the ground, pointing at Feng Xi as he shouted, “The Young Lord was only trying to scare you a little. You attacked him out of nowhere!”
Feng Xi sneered.
“Why would I lie? You can ask him yourself.”
Everyone turned to Cang Mochen, who was pale, his eyes full of pain and anger.
“Young Lord, what’s… happening?” Feng Xu asked with concern.
Cang Mochen, clutching his chest, spoke weakly to Feng Xi:
“I only wanted to reason with her a bit, but she had such brute strength… she attacked and injured me like this.”
Qiao Ju raged, speaking in an authoritative tone:
“Your Feng family has gone too far! Daring to provoke the Cang family. If you’re sensible, have Feng Xi kneel and apologize to our Young Lord, or don’t blame me for reporting this to Yangzhou!”
“Me? Attack you?” Feng Xi laughed in anger, “Hahaha… preposterous! The mighty Young Lord, so incompetent, able to concoct such a ridiculous story.”
“You…” Cang Mochen was too furious to speak.
“Enough, Xi’er,” Feng Jingce said sternly. “How long are you going to cause trouble? Apologize to the Young Lord immediately.”
Seeing the situation worsening, and that things could turn badly, Feng Jingce decided to target Feng Xi to protect both her and the Feng family from being entangled with the Cang family.
“What are you standing there for? Apologize to the Young Lord!” Feng Jingce commanded coldly.
“Yeah, little sister, you just returned and already made a huge mistake. If you don’t apologize, the Feng family might get implicated,” Feng Ruyan added, exaggerating the danger, acting as if she were concerned for the family.
“Even Yanyan is more sensible than you. Feng Xi, kneel and admit your fault to the Young Lord!” Feng Xu snapped.
Feng Xi looked at their ugly expressions, reminiscent of the past when they all accused her of betraying the Feng family.
She wanted to lash out with her whip at these people who couldn’t tell right from wrong, but she refused to violate ancestral morals.
Though the offenders were her own kin, the Feng family itself had done nothing wrong. The legacy built by ancestors Feng Chao and Qi Yuan should not fall into the hands of people like this.
Feng Xi’s deep eyes fixed on Cang Mochen, protected behind Feng Jingce.
“Hahaha…” she laughed wildly, clutching her stomach.
“What are you laughing at?” Feng Jingce frowned.
Her eyes were like a bottomless icy pool, cold and sharp, staring at Cang Mochen with disdain and mockery, as if laughing at their ignorance and incompetence.
“I’m laughing at your foolishness! I won’t kneel to heaven, so how could I kneel to this weakling?” Feng Xi’s voice was icy and piercing, dripping with contempt.
Everyone present turned their gaze.
“Feng Xi, you…” Cang Mochen’s face turned green with anger, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, Tianmu’s voice echoed in Feng Xi’s mind again:
[Feng Xi, what are you waiting for? Go save him! No matter how displeased you are, you must save the luck child. It’s your duty as the destined girl.]
Feng Xi’s anger flared. She couldn’t help swearing, “Damn it, can you shut up!”
Her furious voice rang through the courtyard, shocking everyone.
Tianmu was momentarily taken aback, clearly not expecting Feng Xi’s outburst. Just as he prepared to reply, Feng Xi quickly retrieved a pill from her storage ring.
She pushed Feng Jingce aside, holding the pill tightly, her expression grim as she walked toward Cang Mochen. Though unwilling, she clenched her teeth and forcefully tilted his chin, shoving the pill into his mouth.
“Feng Xi… what… what are you giving the Young Lord?”
Cang Mochen’s voice was choked, hoarse, but his previously pale face gradually regained color.
“It’s naturally a healing pill! Cang Mochen, tonight, I save you twice—you should know better.”
Feng Xi’s eyes were cold and sharp. She pressed her fingers lightly against Cang Mochen’s lips to stop him from speaking.
The sweet fragrance of her body wafted from her fingers to his nose, making him blush and freeze in place.
[What is he…] Tianmu wondered, filled with confusion.
[The Perfect Tonic Pill. Once he takes it, he won’t die, and will become strong and vigorous, fierce as a tiger.] Feng Xi said with a sly, secretive smile.
Feng Jingce frowned, trying to read her expression for any clue, but Feng Xi remained calm, revealing nothing of her thoughts.
Even seeing Feng Xi’s earlier fit of convulsions, he guessed she might have some hidden ailment.
“Xi’er, stop. Don’t be rude to the Young Lord.”
He pulled Feng Xi in front of him, trying to cautiously feel her pulse.
Feng Xi frowned, puzzled.
Is he out of his mind? Do we know each other well? What’s he doing?
Cang Mochen, as if affected by Feng Xi, felt his blood surge; somewhere inside reacted, stirring an involuntary impulse.
[What’s happening to me?…]
[This woman is such a tormenting demon!]
He suppressed the strange reaction forcefully.
Feng Ruyan noticed Cang Mochen’s reddened, tense expression, his discomfort and restraint.
“Young Lord, are you feeling unwell?” she asked with concern.
Everyone turned their attention.
“Young Lord, should we go back first and have a spirit doctor examine you?” Qiao Ju asked softly.
Feng Xi’s lips curled in a mysterious smile. “Then hurry and help him back.”
Feng Jingce noticed the curve on her lips and realized she must have tampered with the pill. After confirming her pulse was normal, he leaned close and whispered:
“Xi’er, control yourself. If this escalates, even I may not be able to manage it.”