If Mu Zixu ever sided with Song Wanníng, then the sun might as well rise from the west.
There was no doubt the whole thing was pushed forward by Mu Zixu. He probably protected her on purpose, then shattered Feng San's hopes, and finally planned to use Feng San's own hands to kill her.
After all, using someone else as the knife was his favorite trick. If anything went wrong, he could just sacrifice a disciple. It had nothing to do with him. But if the plan succeeded, he'd get rid of a huge hidden threat.
No matter how she thought about it, it was a win-win for him. The more Song Wanníng thought, the more certain she became that this was Mu Zixu's plan.
But Feng San acted like someone had stomped on his tail, his entire body trembling with agitation.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Master would never… Song Wanníng, things have already come to this point, and you're still trying to sow discord between us? You're ridiculous…"
Feng San let out a cold snort. He might've been angry about the punishment Master gave, but regret weighed heavier in his heart, regret that he'd disappointed Master and messed up. Someone like Song Wanníng would never understand the bond between him and Master.
Song Wanníng stayed silent for a moment. Such an obvious setup, and Feng San still couldn't see it. No wonder he became a pawn. Maybe even a disposable sacrifice.
But she still had to make her stance clear.
"Believe it or not, I've been in seclusion at Alchemy Peak this whole time, I haven't taken a single step outside.
I don't know who pretended to be me and drugged you, and I don't know why you were poisoned. Someone's framing me. I hope you at least figure out the truth before you start talking."
Her voice sounded gentle and patient, like she wasn't angry at all. But the few little ones who knew her well understood instantly that she was about to trick him again. After all, with how many times Feng San had provoked her, given her personality, she'd never just let it go.
Sure enough, the moment she finished speaking, Feng San grew even more agitated.
"Song Wanníng, do you really take me for an idiot? Or do you think I look that ridiculous in your eyes? You're only denying it because you think I don't have proof.
I personally accepted your apology back then, that wasn't something anyone could fake. It's my fault for being too stupid, actually falling for your trick!"
Back then, he'd still been prideful, thinking Song Wanníng finally knew to bow her head to him. So he forgave her. He never expected he'd walked straight into someone else's trap.
Truly pathetic.
Song Wanníng's head throbbed from his endless yapping. If she weren't trying to provoke him into striking first, she would've already cut him down.
Why should she let him spout so much nonsense?
"Feng San, I already said I didn't do it. Don't shove the blame onto me. You got poisoned because you're stupid. It has nothing to do with me. If I were your Master, I wouldn't give you the inheritance either!"
She didn't hold back at all, each word stabbing right into Feng San's chest.
His eyes reddened, murderous intent spreading wildly.
"Song Wanníng, do you really think winning one match means you'll sit comfortably for the rest of your life? You're wrong."
Feng San's voice grew cold and sinister, filled with murderous chill.
"I can crush you in the cradle just the same."
Song Wanníng might've been gifted, but she'd only just ascended, and her strength was mediocre.
He was no Ouyang Lin…
"Song Wanníng, you ruined me. You'll pay with your life. This isn't the lower realm, there's no divine sense protecting you. Today, you're destined to die here.
Hahaha…"
Feng San's eyes twisted with madness, a savage joy rising in him.
Wasn't Song Wanníng supposed to be a genius? Wasn't she always so arrogant?
Later, he really wanted to see her cry and beg for mercy.
"Feng San, we're from the same sect. Have you forgotten the sect rules? If you kill me, the sect won't let you off!"
Song Wanníng threatened him nervously as she staggered back a few steps.
In Feng San's eyes, her fear only made him laugh harder.
She was still pretending at this point?
"Hahaha…
So now you're scared? Too late!"
Feng San pulled out a wooden staff, faint light glimmering along its surface.
Song Wanníng shouted, "Feng San, don't force me! We're from the same sect, I don't want to…"
Before she could finish, Feng San had already lunged at her.
Right now, the only thing he wanted was to get rid of Song Wanníng. Nothing else mattered.
Song Wanníng's expression shifted and she rushed to meet him. Now that Feng San had struck first, none of this had anything to do with her pretending anymore. She didn't have to hold back.
Feng San was at early Dixian. Compared to Song Wanníng, who was only mid Renxian, he was an entire major realm above her.
The moment he attacked, that overwhelming force made her frown, her expression turning serious. Facing such a gap in cultivation, trying to kill him head-on wasn't realistic. So she planned to drag things out.
She'd chip away at his immortal energy little by little, while using her new technique to preserve her own. In the end, she'd look for a chance to finish him in one strike. If she couldn't beat him at all, she could still use a spatial rune to escape.
Once her plan was set, she stopped rushing and started responding at her own pace.
Feng San flicked the staff in his hand. The tip suddenly split into countless sharp blades, black in color, wrapped in faint killing intent as they spiraled outward.
His first attack sent a mass of black mist toward her.
Song Wanníng roared and swung her sword.
A burst of invisible bloodlight shot toward the staff.
The moment they collided, the swordlight suddenly split and transformed into thousands of long swords, stabbing toward Feng San from every angle.
Feng San snorted. Golden light flared around him, completely dissolving every swordlight without leaving a trace.
But the storm from his staff slammed into Song Wanníng, flinging her into the air. She spun several times before barely stabilizing herself.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The two immediately clashed again.
That earlier attack had only been a test. Feng San now understood Song Wanníng's limit and sneered inwardly. He wasn't Ouyang Lin. Song Wanníng trying to fight back instead of running was nothing but blind confidence.
Since she wanted to be stubborn, he'd show her reality.
His attacks grew even more vicious. He stepped forward, the air rippling under his feet. The staff in his hand gave a casual swing and turned into a fan of dark bloodlight.
With a forceful sweep, a massive boulder ahead crumbled silently into dust. It didn't shatter, it simply vanished. And more destructive force kept surging straight toward Song Wanníng.