“Mmph… s-save… me…”
Just as Feng Xi was beginning to suspect Tianmu, Cang Mochen—struggling in the cold pond—was about to lose consciousness.
【The urgent matter now is to pull him out first.】 Tianmu said, completely flustered.
【Save him? Save your grandmother’s leg!】 Feng Xi glanced toward the pond.
【Defying destiny! Heavenly punishment—】 Tianmu raged.
【Hey, wait, wait… fine, I’ll save him, I’ll save him.】
Afraid of being struck by lightning again, Feng Xi reluctantly agreed.
Then spiritual energy circulated in her hand, and a long spear appeared out of thin air. She looked at Cang Mochen, her gaze turning sharp.
Sensing her intention, Cang Mochen in the pond couldn’t help swallowing nervously. He even forgot to struggle, his teeth clamping tighter around the smelly sock in his mouth.
What exactly does this crazy woman want to do to me?
As Feng Xi rotated the spear in her hand, the weapon moved steadily across Cang Mochen’s neck. The spear tip hooked precisely into the back of his collar, lifting him straight out of the pond and onto the shore.
Cang Mochen crashed onto the ground. The smelly sock fell out of his mouth, and he immediately spat out the dirty water he had swallowed, gasping for fresh air.
“Cough… cough…”
His face was pale as he glared at Feng Xi with cold hatred.
“Crazy woman… tch…”
He muttered a curse and spat on the ground.
Feng Xi narrowed her eyes and pointed the spear tip at him.
“You shameless bastard. I kindly saved you, and you still insult me?”
“How dare you, rebellious girl! Who gave you the courage to disrespect the Young Lord!”
A furious shout suddenly rang out, loud enough to shake the entire Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion.
As the voice echoed, a group of imposing figures marched into the pavilion courtyard.
Though they weren’t many, their footsteps were orderly, and the fierce aura radiating from them was chilling.
Seeing this, Nan Xian didn’t greet anyone. Instead, he used his demon power to conceal himself in the shadows.
At this moment, appearing openly as the Demon King might trigger conflict. Since ancient times, the Human, Demon, and Devil realms had never gotten along.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose to hide.
In the next moment, Cang Hanyu standing nearby also activated a talisman, concealing himself in the same area.
“Cang Hanyu, have you no shame? It’s reasonable for me to hide—but why is the dignified Seventh Prince of Dongyuan hiding too?” Nan Xian whispered.
Cang Hanyu kept his gaze fixed on the scene in the courtyard.
“Of course—to watch the show.”
Nan Xian rolled his eyes and asked curiously.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a useless cripple who can’t cultivate? How are you using spiritual power to hide your presence?”
Cang Hanyu casually took out a large stack of high-grade invisibility talismans from his spatial ring and raised an eyebrow.
“I have more high-level talismans and artifacts than I can ever use.”
Though Cang Hanyu couldn’t cultivate, it didn’t stop him from being extremely wealthy.
After all, his mother was the eldest daughter of the Jin family—the richest merchants of Dongyuan, owners of the Wanjin Auction House.
Since childhood he had eaten rare spiritual herbs and fruits like candy. Relying on high-level pills to sustain his life, he managed to maintain a youthful appearance and live well over a hundred years.
Seeing such outrageous wealth, Nan Xian’s mouth twitched as his eyes gleamed like gold coins.
“Wow… rich daddy. The gates of the Demon Realm are always open for you.”
Cang Hanyu tossed the talismans back into his ring and ignored Nan Xian, focusing entirely on watching the scene unfold.
He wanted to understand more about this so-called Chosen Daughter of Heaven.
Walking at the front of the group was a servant wearing fine clothes.
He was the first to step into Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion, but when he saw the situation in the courtyard, a shocked expression appeared on his face.
His eyes widened as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.
“Young Lord… this…”
The servant stammered in astonishment.
Cang Mochen’s eyes darkened.
Damn that crazy woman. She completely ruined my plan. Never mind—I’ll deal with this first.
His cold gaze landed on the servant.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry and help this Young Lord back inside.”
The servant snapped out of his shock and rushed forward to support the soaking-wet Cang Mochen.
“Young Lord, are you alright? It’s all because this servant arrived too late.”
“What is the Feng family even doing? I was ambushed, and then humiliated by this crazy woman. Today your Feng family must give me an explanation.”
His tone was icy as he leaned on the servant.
“Take me inside. Once I’ve changed clothes, I’ll settle accounts with all of you.”
Feng Xi watched the servant’s back with a dark gaze.
In the vision she had foreseen, when she first returned to the Feng family she felt depressed and went out for a walk. She happened to encounter a servant sneaking around suspiciously.
Out of curiosity, she followed him.
That was how she ended up at Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion.
So that servant had actually been working for Cang Mochen?
Now that Tianmu had interfered, Feng Xi had come here on her own. Yet the servant still brought the Feng family members here exactly like in the vision.
And afterward came the incident where she shamelessly insisted on marrying Cang Mochen…
Thinking about it now, Feng Xi felt that she must have been completely possessed at the time.
Even though the scene came from her own foreknowledge, it still felt unreal.
Whatever the reason, now that she knew how things might unfold, she absolutely would not follow that predetermined path.
However, the vision she saw had been incomplete—only giving a rough outline.
Many details were still unknown.
There were far too many suspicious points.
Feng Xi could only rely on her instincts and slowly uncover the truth.
She would defy heaven and change her fate.
She would never be anyone’s chess piece.
Feng Xi turned her gaze away from the departing servant and looked expressionlessly at the person who had shouted earlier.
The newcomer wore elegant robes. Her appearance somewhat resembled Feng Xi’s. Time had left no trace on her face; she was beautiful and noble, yet her aura was sharp and cold.
So many years have passed, Song He, yet you haven’t changed at all. And someone like you dares call herself a mother?
Feng Xi thought calmly.
Song He walked up to her with a completely expressionless face, looking at Feng Xi as though she were a stranger.
“Feng Xi. I thought you had long died in the Northern Tomb Demon Abyss and would never return.”
Feng Xi stored the spear back into her spatial ring and smiled faintly.
“You really didn’t want me to come back, huh? Too bad—I’m alive and well. After a hundred years I’ve returned just to annoy you all. What are you going to do about it?”
“You—!”
Song He was furious.
“How dare you! Is that how you speak to Mother?”
Feng Xu shouted angrily.
Feng Xi’s gaze turned cold.
“And who exactly are you to speak to me like that?”
“You useless trash. Don’t think calling yourself ‘this sovereign’ makes you someone important. No matter what, I’m still your second brother. I have every right to discipline you.”
Feng Xu looked at her with open disgust.
Feng Xi chuckled and stepped closer, the bells on her ankles ringing softly.
“Second brother? Feng Xu, you really love flattering yourself. I have no father, no mother—and certainly no brother.”
Her smile remained, yet the aura around her turned chillingly cold.
“From now on, don’t claim kinship with me again. Otherwise… be careful you don’t lose your dog’s life.”