Look at the female protagonist, so interesting, selectively blind and deaf. Feng Ning lowered her head and looked at herself; wasn't her situation miserable enough? Why couldn't the female protagonist see it?
"...Sister, it's me... It was me who did wrong and got hurt." Xie Ling's lips were pale, and his tone trembled as if he would shatter the next second.
"Don't be angry with me, and don't abandon me."
She couldn't stand it anymore. This pervert was still putting on an act.
Feng Ning was annoyed. She had stabbed him too lightly, which was why he still had the energy to put on an act!
"Alright, your act is a bit over the top. When you admitted just now that you wanted to kill me, you were full of vigor. What's wrong? The moment you see your sister, you're crippled?"
"I only stabbed you a few times, I didn't dig out your spiritual root. There's no need to fake it like this to frame me, is there?"
Hearing this, Feng Qing finally looked at Feng Ning properly. She had been reborn just as she was receiving the divine inheritance. Before her rebirth, she had firmly secured her divine position and had almost forgotten about someone named Feng Ning.
Yet she clearly remembered that in her past life, no one had caused trouble at this inheritance banquet.
Now it seemed that Xie Ling must have been silently protecting her in secret.
"Enough!" Feng Qing raised Xie Ling with a heartbroken expression. "He's young and doesn't know any better, why are you bickering with him? You have a trash spiritual root, what difference would it make even if it were dug out?"
"The Feng family has raised you for so many years, do you really have to make a scene on such a major occasion?"
Listen to that, was she speaking human words? Not a single word was to Feng Ning's liking!
"So, because he's young he has a valid excuse, and because I'm weak I deserve this?"
Feng Qing gave her a contemptuous glance and didn't reply; her expression said it all.
"Feng Ning, stop making a scene!" Feng Batian found a way out and lowered his voice. "Get lost back to your room first, we can talk about any grievances later."
He certainly didn't want the Feng family's reputation ruined today at the hands of this rebellious daughter.
Fine, fine, fine! Playing it like this, are we? Not giving any explanation at all, are we?!
What on earth was she expecting? In the Cultivation World, the strong were respected. What kind of explanation could the Original Body, a piece of trash born with a useless spiritual root, possibly demand?
"Ha." Feng Ning was literally laughed to the point of anger by them.
If circumstances hadn't permitted otherwise, she really wanted to kill every last one of them.
She cast a cold glance around her. Everyone present was enjoying the spectacle and eating melons with great delight; from start to finish, not a single person stepped forward to say a word on her behalf.
Bullying the weak was on full display here.
These were the self-proclaimed righteous noble clans—a bunch of people without any moral compass. In that case... you can all go to hell!
Boom!
A sudden explosion startled everyone.
Immediately after, wisps of blue smoke rose from the altar, and those precious bluestone steps were blown to pieces.
Boom, boom, boom—!!!
Several more intense explosions caught the onlookers beneath the altar completely off guard. Amidst the thick smoke, quite a few cultivators were blown up into the sky.
No way! Where did she get thunder-fire bombs?
"Feng Ning!!! Get your ass back here!" Feng Batian scrambled out of the ruins, covered in dust and dirt, letting out a roar that was unfortunately drowned out by the rolling thunder of explosions.
With a blank expression, Feng Ning hurled thunder-fire bombs while running at a rhythmic pace. Taking advantage of the thick smoke and chaos, she also swiped the storage bags of quite a few obstructive cultivators.
Running into her was just their bad luck!
Standing behind the crowd, Feng Ning looked with satisfaction at the utterly chaotic scene and calmly tossed out the final thunder-fire bomb.
"Bang! Go to hell, all of you!"
She was very grateful to the Original Body. There were no good things in the storage bag, but she had hoarded a huge pile of thunder-fire bombs. While these items weren't fatal to cultivators, their destructive power was formidable.
She believed that after today, the Feng family's inheritance banquet would become a joke in the Cultivation World.
"Damn it, my storage bag is gone."
"My storage bag is gone too! All my ancestral resources were inside it. Curses!"
"Who was it! Who swiped my storage bag?!"
"It was Feng Ning, it definitely was! She just flashed past my eyes like *whoosh*, and my storage bag was gone!"
"Now that you mention it... I ran into her too..."
"..."
Regrettably, they realized it far too late; Feng Ning had already slipped away without a trace!
At that moment, Feng Ning was hiding in a dense cluster of bushes to catch her breath while happily inventorying the newly acquired storage bags to see if there were any practical items inside.
"Little girl, that is this old man's storage bag. Can you return it to this old man?"
A polite old man's voice suddenly popped up from behind Feng Ning. On guard, she concealed all the storage bags before looking toward the source of the voice.
Entering her field of vision was a giant Flying Eagle mount, next to which stood a scrawny old man who was staring nervously at Feng Ning.
Feng Ning found it somewhat unbelievable. When had this man and beast caught up to her? She hadn't sensed them at all!
Her vigilance had never been weak.
Seeing her remain silent, the old man evidently misunderstood something and abruptly lunged forward to grab her leg. "Little girl! Just return the storage bag to this old man! The family is running out of food, with four crying little ones waiting to be fed, and this old man just picked up another one today. Without the storage bag, they'll all starve to death."
Feng Ning: "..."
She looked at the old man and then at the storage bag in her hand, her mood complicated.
She had thought he was an expert, but she never expected... this style of character. It completely threw her off.
Whirling her eyes, Feng Ning said, "I can give you the storage bag, but you have to take me in and feed me too."
She had been worrying about having nowhere to go, and he had practically walked right into the muzzle of a gun.
Feng Ning had originally planned to find some heretical sect to wreak havoc in, but now she suddenly changed her mind.
Since this old man had his storage bag snatched by her, it meant he had also been at the inheritance banquet earlier.
He definitely wasn't a good egg either.
Hypocrite.
She wanted to see what kind of good things were packed inside this storage bag.
Looking at the dazzling array of pastries and spirit fruits, Feng Ning's defenses cracked a bit.
They really were... entirely food items.
And they were sneakily packed from the Feng family's inheritance banquet, bearing the Feng family's exclusive family crest.
"That's wonderful! You're willing to come back to the sect with this old man?" The old man's joy was visible to the naked eye. "Those four little runts have always wanted this old man to pick up a junior sister for them, and today they can finally get their wish."
Wait, no? He seriously had no idea what a huge mess she had caused at the inheritance banquet?!
"You don't know what just happened?"
"What happened?" The old man looked completely blank. "Sorry, this old man was too busy eating at the banquet and didn't pay much attention."
"Let me tell you, this old man didn't just eat at his own table, he also sneakily packed up plenty of good things from other people's tables. I had just walked to the door when my storage bag got snatched by you."
Feng Ning: "..."
It seemed she had misunderstood him; this guy had simply sneaked into the inheritance banquet to feast.
"Feng Ning! You rebellious daughter, you disgrace to us all, this father has finally found you!"
Accompanied by a fierce roar and overwhelming pressure, the dust-covered Head of the Family of the Feng family himself had flown over on a sword to hunt her down.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to grind Feng Ning to dust. The altar that the Feng family had passed down for a hundred years had been destroyed by her, countless disciples from various major sects had been injured by her explosions, and yet she had just patted her backside and walked away?!
"You still have the nerve to run? After causing such a huge mess, see if there is any sect in the entire Cultivation World that dares to take you in. If you know what's good for you, follow this father back and apologize to all the sects and noble families."
"What's going on?" Facing the oppressive pressure of a Deity Transformation Stage powerhouse, the old man was stunned, and dragging the weak-kneed Feng Ning, he scrambled onto the Flying Eagle.
"Little girl, find a spot to hold on tight; this old man will get you out of here first."
The Flying Eagle shot straight into the clouds like a gust of wind, and Feng Ning only saw afterimages before leaving Feng Batian far, far behind in an instant.
Ah, ah, ah... so fast!
Feng Batian pursued relentlessly on his sword for a long time, but couldn't even catch a single feather of the eagle.
Feng Ning!! If you have any spine, don't you ever return to the Feng family!!
On the speeding Flying Eagle, after the oppressive aura vanished, Feng Ning collapsed in a dizzy, weak-kneed heap. The fierce gale howled, causing her ears to ring.
Before she could react, she found herself face-to-face with a stunningly handsome visage.
Was this guy also... picked up by the old man???