The scene shifted, revealing several disciples of the sect blocking Feng Xi’s path. Each one was strong and formidable, clearly not to be trifled with. Around them, a crowd of curious onlookers whispered among themselves.
One taller man spoke sternly:
“According to Qiyuan Sect rules, newcomers must kneel nine times and offer tea to senior sisters.”
His voice carried across the entire courtyard, making sure everyone present heard him clearly.
Feng Ruyan, at the forefront, wore a smug expression. She stood haughtily, looking down on Feng Xi as if expecting her to submit with the nine kneelings. Her gaze held a trace of contempt, assuming Feng Xi would surely yield to her authority.
Feng Xi’s back remained straight, her expression unreadable. Standing beside Feng Ruyan, Cang Mocheng looked on with disdain.
“Qiyuan Sect is one of the top sects in Eastern Yuan Shengju. Feng Xi, now that you are here, you must follow our rules!”
Eventually, in the vision within the mirror, Feng Xi appeared to yield before the others, silently kneeling at Feng Ruyan’s feet.
The scene kept shifting, showing Feng Xi being tormented and humiliated…
Ever since entering Qiyuan Sect, she followed Cang Mocheng persistently like a devoted follower. No matter how much suffering or humiliation she endured, she remained determined to stay close to him.
Regardless of how many rare herbs, medicinal treasures, or heavenly materials she carried, Feng Xi always offered them first to Cang Mocheng.
Later, the scenes turned dark and grotesque. During a certain trial, Feng Ruyan was injured while saving Cang Mocheng, requiring the blood of the heart to sustain her life.
Feng Xi became the chosen target for providing this blood. Each time, under Cang Mocheng’s coercion, she was forced to extract it, eventually even sacrificing her own spiritual root to repair Feng Ruyan’s damaged one.
Under constant oppression, humiliation, and torment, Feng Xi ultimately became a half-dead cripple. Yet even then, Cang Mocheng did not let her go. He bound her body to a coffin and, alongside a gray-robed old man, conducted a ritual until Feng Xi’s soul was nearly obliterated…
In her spiritual form, Feng Xi’s pupils fixed on the gray-robed man, her eyes reddened, burning with intense murderous intent.
“Nian Yi.” She gritted her teeth, calling out the old man’s name.
Suddenly, her divine core space shook violently, and Feng Xi was pushed back into reality.
She snapped her eyes open, bloodshot veins visible in her eyes.
“Qiyuan Sect, Feng Ruyan, Cang Mocheng, Nian Yi! I bear no grudge against you, yet whether real or imagined, whether it has happened or not, why treat me like this?”
Feng Xi gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the turbulent qi and blood within her. She retrieved a spirit-infused communication slip from her storage space, infused it with spiritual power, and it emitted an urgent male voice.
“Master, where have you been? Why contact me only now? You don’t know, we’ve almost scoured the entire Beiling Devil Abyss searching for you.”
Feng Xi’s expression was impatient.
“Enough chatter. I am fine. It’s just that some matters have trapped me in Eastern Yuan, Xiaoxiang.”
Divine Core Space—
Within the mirror, after Feng Xi withdrew, the scene returned to its original calm state.
A vague shadow appeared, floating out of the mirror.
“Strange, what just happened? Why such turbulence?” The Celestial Mirror looked confused.
He scanned the mirror, speaking to it:
“You better not try any tricks. I’ve been sent by the Heavenly Dao to find the Daughter of Destiny—don’t disrupt it! If you ruin my plan to find the Child of Fate and save all living beings, even the Heavenly Dao itself won’t be able to save you.”
The mirror seemed to understand, shaking twice in acknowledgment.
The Celestial Mirror nodded with satisfaction, then projected back into Feng Xi’s consciousness.
Beiling Devil Abyss—