"It... it's a whole bottle," Feng Ning said with difficulty, weak and trembling.
Di Siyu was left speechless for a moment. "Are you out of your mind? Even the lowest quality elixirs shouldn't be taken a whole bottle at a time."
"...It was a high-quality one," Feng Ning muttered, still a bit unconvinced. "...You didn't specify how much 'a little' is." Taking a whole bottle was already her being conservative.
After all, she really only ate a little bit.
Veins bulged on Di Siyu's temples with anger. Was it somehow his fault as the medical cultivator?
Besides, he didn't even know she had Rejuvenation Elixirs on her.
Di Siyu had spent the entire night refining Rejuvenation Elixirs intending to bring them to her, but his efforts were wasted after all.
"Senior Brothers, which of you is a wood-attribute spiritual cultivator?" Di Siyu no longer wanted to deal with her, turning instead to the four men behind him.
"Second Junior Brother is." Mo Xuan hastily pushed Helian Changkong forward.
Helian Changkong looked at Di Siyu in a daze. "I am? What can I do?"
"Sit cross-legged on the bed and cultivate, and first help absorb the wood-attribute spiritual energy lingering around her," Di Siyu said as he took out his portable silver needles and began acupuncture on Feng Ning.
"Cross-legged? Cultivate?" Helian Changkong expressed deep skepticism, but still obediently began to cultivate and guide the spiritual energy into his body.
A powerful surge of wood-attribute spiritual energy rushed straight to the crown of his head in an instant, feeling as though it were about to stuff his spiritual roots to the brim.
It was the first time Helian Changkong had ever experienced such a smooth sensation in his cultivation.
Before long, Feng Ning's symptoms eased, and her spirits revived significantly. Only a faint tingling remained at the spiritual root on the back of her neck, prompting her to rub it with her hand.
"Stop rubbing. That's a newly sprouted wood-attribute spiritual root. Try guiding the spiritual energy into your body first to fade that green off yourself." Sweat rolled down Di Siyu's delicate temples as he meticulously cleaned the silver needles one by one and put them away.
"Let's go outside first and not disturb the two of them while they cultivate."
He had to admit, this girl's physical constitution... was truly formidable. Ordinary spiritual cultivators would surely have their spiritual meridians burst from taking that many Rejuvenation Elixirs.
To possess such talent? Was she really... the trash fake daughter of the Feng family?
Di Siyu always felt she wasn't as simple as the rumors made her out to be.
***
Feng Ning and Helian Changkong cultivated for three whole days.
She successfully guided spiritual energy into her body and stepped into the ranks of the Qi Condensation Stage.
Having consumed the Inedia Elixir, Feng Ning felt refreshed after her cultivation, whereas Helian Changkong—who had jumped from early Foundation Establishment to peak Foundation Establishment—was scruffy with stubble like a homeless man and nearly exhausted.
He cast a disheveled glance at Feng Ning and bolted out of the room as if fleeing for his life.
He could not ruin his image in his Junior Sister's heart.
However, Feng Ning had no time to worry about Helian Changkong's image; she was about to be driven crazy by the milky little voice in her head.
"Master～ Master～ Master～ Little Master can communicate with you again, Little Master seems to be getting a physical form, Master～ Can you practice spiritual cultivation? As expected of Little Master's Master, you really, truly are amazing..."
"Shut up!" Feng Ning interrupted its enthusiastic flattery, manually blocking the communication with it.
She began trying out meditative cultivation. Sure enough, alongside her spiritual cultivation, her meditative cultivation also achieved a steady boost, progressing even faster than her spiritual cultivation and now reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment.
Knock, knock, knock...
The knocking interrupted her cultivation. She exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at the person by the door, and then flashed a sweet smile. "Junior Brother, don't move just yet."
Di Siyu was momentarily dazzled by her smile, hesitating whether he should run away because he always felt nothing good ever came of it.
The next second, a verdant green vine wrapped around his waist, trussing him up like a rice dumpling and dragging him forcibly flying into the room.
Caught off guard, Di Siyu lunged straight toward her. He closed his eyes, his mind entirely numb.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Maneuvering the vines rather clumsily, Feng Ning widened her eyes. "Don't come over here!"
Unable to dodge in time, Feng Ning acted as a flesh cushion for Di Siyu. *Hiss...* He was so heavy! She instantly regretted it; she had simply wanted to test the power of a wood-attribute spiritual cultivator.
"...Can you let me go now?" Di Siyu remained motionless, desperately wishing to avoid reality.
Feng Ning hurriedly retracted the vine and scrambled out from beneath him. "Sorry, sorry, I pulled too hard."
Di Siyu remained very calm, maintaining a completely expressionless composure.
He stood up gracefully, straightened his rumpled collar, and stubbornly tried to salvage his dignity. "You look like you've recovered well. You probably won't need any more treatments. Farewell."
Before his voice even faded, Di Siyu left the room without looking back.
"Hey? Junior Brother, are you angry?" I didn't mean to do it!
Unfortunately, Di Siyu had already walked far away and could not hear her defense.
"Junior Brother, I knew you were here! Eldest Brother is hurt, come quickly and take a look with me."
Bai Junze's voice was anxious and sharp enough for Feng Ning inside the room to hear clearly.
Eldest Brother is hurt? How did he get hurt? What happened to the sect?
Feng Ning, who had originally planned to practice her wood-attribute spiritual cultivation, lost her patience, got up, and hurried after the two of them.
When she reached the mountain gate, she discovered that the Wanshou Sect was under siege. All her senior brothers were there, and Helian Changkong had been dragged out to fight the enemy without even having time to tidy up.
"Wan Chongshan! If you know what's good for you, hand over Feng Ning immediately, or don't blame this Sect Master for being unpolite."
The leading man wore a fierce, rugged expression and was built like a brute. He was Jin Dashuai, the Sect Master of the neighboring Golden Armor Sect. Having somehow caught wind that Feng Ning had joined the Wanshou Sect, he had brought a dozen or so of his disciples to storm the place.
Standing behind the Flying Eagle, Wan Chongshan poked his head out and retorted, "Jin Dashuai, you shameless old thing, you've thrown away all your dignity for a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!
"I'm not handing her over. Try being unpolite to me and see what happens."
Jin Dashuai was an expert who had already stepped into the Golden Core Stage, boasting the highest cultivation level on the scene. This drove Wan Chongshan nearly out of his mind; he was terrified and wanted to run away.
His eldest disciple was honorably injured, and his youngest disciple hadn't woken up yet.
He could only bluff and stall for time, holding out as long as possible. He had already quietly instructed Su Yunfeng that if things went south, they would just hoist Feng Ning onto their shoulders and everyone would run together.
"Refusing to listen, are you?!" Explosive, formidable spiritual pressure erupted from Jin Dashuai's entire body. The next second, he was thoroughly bound by a verdant green vine, reduced to writhing on the ground like an insect.
"Master!"
"..."
The crowd of Golden Armor Sect disciples who were there to back him up rushed forward one after another... and then... were all tied up together.
Wan Chongshan: "..." What is going on?
This sudden turn of events left him somewhat dazed. He turned his head to glance at his disciples beside him, who, apart from Di Siyu, all wore equally bewildered expressions.
Di Siyu, meanwhile, was somewhat astonished. How could the little girl, a spiritual cultivator who had just stepped into the Qi Condensation Stage, instantly shatter a Golden Core Stage expert's pressure?
At some point, Feng Ning had walked over to Jin Dashuai's side. She flicked his face with a vine and asked with innocent purity, "Were you the one who hurt my Eldest Brother?"
Jin Dashuai's face burned with pain from the whip. He struggled for a long time but failed to break free from the bizarre vines, glaring at Feng Ning with a flushed face and bulging veins. "Little girl, who on earth are you? Do you have any idea that my Golden Armor Sect is under the protection of the Feng family?"
Hearing this, Feng Ning lashed him even harder.
"Is being protected by the Feng family such a big deal? Does having the Feng family's protection mean you can hurt my Eldest Brother?"
Jin Dashuai's cheeks were beaten until they swelled high, covered in blood. Everything spun before his eyes as he saw stars.
*Hiss...* Wan Chongshan clutched his old face and gasped.
His newly capable little disciple was simply too savage.
Mo Xuan and the others stood frozen there, their scalps tingling.
This move left Helian Changkong utterly dazed. As fellow wood-attribute spiritual cultivators, were her vines made of steel rebar? You could actually play it like this?
Didn't Junior Sister just step into the Qi Condensation Stage?
Controlling multiple vines to practice, Feng Ning single-handedly beat all members of the Golden Armor Sect unconscious in no time.
Just this? Not a single one of them could actually fight!
To send people to capture her, just how lowly must the Feng family view her?
It was time to give the Feng family and all the major sects hunting her down a little excitement.