The golden needle was invisible and moved so fast its trajectory could barely be seen. Feng Jinchuan concealed its aura carefully, making it nearly impossible to detect.
He planned a sneak attack. Once the needle reached Feng Youming, if Feng Youming tried to counterattack or block, he would have to use spell.
All Feng Jinchuan had to do was wait for the reaction.
Before anyone could react, the golden needle silently approached. Song Wanníng was still exchanging blows rapidly with Patriarch Peng when her Primordial Soul suddenly sensed something wrong, and her eyelid twitched sharply.
Another hidden weapon!
Feng Jinchuan wasn't giving up so easily!
Frowning, Song Wanníng instantly changed her stance without hesitation. She switched from fist to palm and struck Patriarch Peng's face fiercely.
Smack!
Patriarch Peng took a solid slap, his entire body dazed and stars flashing in his vision. He didn't expect "Feng Youming" to suddenly change tactics. His punch wasn't retracted in time and landed hard on Feng Jinchuan's chest instead.
Bang!
Song Wanníng took advantage of the momentum and was sent flying backward, just narrowly avoiding the golden needle.
The needle tore through the hem of her clothes, taking a strip of fabric with it.
Song Wanníng hit the ground hard, rolled over once, and then stood up.
Meanwhile, Patriarch Peng clutched his face, furious and indignant. "Feng Youming!"
"Hitting people but not the face, what kind of nonsense is this?"
As the dignified Peng family patriarch, when had he ever been slapped in the face?
Feng Youming was lawless and outrageous beyond measure.
Others stopped their attacks and turned to watch. Seeing Patriarch Peng holding his face, the Feng family members all smiled smugly.
Serves him right!
Elder Wulan stepped forward and patted Song Wanníng on the shoulder. "You did well, Youming! I've wanted to slap him for a long time."
"You are this kind of person!!"
He gave her a thumbs-up, eyes full of admiration.
Song Wanníng twisted her lips. She was not Feng Youming, and she wasn't afraid of Patriarch Peng causing trouble.
"So what if I slap you? You also used a hidden weapon to sneak attack me, didn't you?"
She pointed to the missing strip of her hem with a mocking expression.
"If you can't beat me fairly, then just admit defeat. What's the point of using these dirty, despicable tricks? You're a shameless, vile bastard!!"
Song Wanníng cursed through gritted teeth, though her words carried a double meaning.
Feng Jinchuan's expression flickered slightly, and an inexplicable fury rose in his heart.
Feng Youming's foul mouth really provoked hatred.
"What hidden weapon? What nonsense are you talking about?" Patriarch Peng looked puzzled. He was fighting intensely and had never used any hidden weapons. "Don't slander me!"
"Look, who else could have done this if not you?" Song Wanníng pointed to her torn hem, wishing she could stamp her foot on Patriarch Peng's face to make him see clearly.
Patriarch Peng narrowed his eyes, frowning.
"That's not mine. I'm an honest man who does things aboveboard. I wouldn't stoop to such dirty tricks. Don't smear me!"
He was full of indignation, feeling Feng Youming insulted his character.
Song Wanníng snorted coldly.
"Hmph, even if it wasn't you, it must be someone from the Peng family. Could it be the Feng family caused this?"
Her words were loaded. She felt frustrated. She had tried so hard to imitate Feng Youming, but why was Feng Jinchuan still suspicious of her?
What had she done wrong?
If this kept up, how would she ever learn the method to awaken the dragon vein?
"You—Feng Youming, don't talk nonsense. How could we possibly set you up?"
"Yeah, we were all busy. Who had time to deal with you?"
"Don't recklessly accuse everyone!"
The Peng elders now spoke up, unwilling to let these rumors spread. It would damage their reputation.
As the argument started heating again, Feng Jinchuan's temple twitched. He grew impatient.
Feng Youming… was this intentional or not?
Just as he was about to test again, his communication jade slipped into life.
It was a message from the formation master!
Feng Jinchuan's heart sank. When he looked up again, his eyes were icy cold.
"Patriarch Peng, stop wasting words. Just compensate. If the compensation is adequate, this matter will be completely settled. After that, the feud between us and Peng Yu will be a private affair."
His mind was focused on the sealing formation. Compensation was no longer so important. As for Feng Youming, there would be plenty of time to probe later.
Patriarch Peng's face twitched, unhappy but knowing he had no choice.
They had fought and cursed enough. A little compensation would settle it.
"Fine…"
He negotiated with Feng Jinchuan a bit longer. This time, Feng Jinchuan didn't push for too much and took the best deal he could before leaving Peng territory.
The group had come with fierce momentum but left quickly. The Peng family was deeply dissatisfied but could only hold back.
Whether Peng Yu would escape this or not… no one could guarantee.
She should never have killed Feng Liuguang…
He had broken the rules of the Secluded Land. They no longer had the standing to protect her.
"Sigh."
Patriarch Peng sighed deeply but couldn't help sending Peng Yu a message.
He warned her that the Feng family was searching everywhere and she must be extremely cautious. If possible, find a place to hide—there might still be hope.
After this, Patriarch Peng had no more options and returned to the council hall.
Someone asked out of curiosity, "Patriarch, why do you think Feng Jinchuan suddenly softened his demands? At first, he was asking for the moon."
"Yeah, yeah, Feng Jinchuan's attitude changed really fast. I think he must have gotten some news."
"The Feng family has been acting strange recently. I haven't seen Afu for a long time."
"Afu? That formation genius? I heard he found some incredible ancient scripture and went into seclusion to study it."
"Really? But several formation masters have disappeared for a while…"
"Maybe they all want to study that scripture?"
The Peng elders frowned and gathered to discuss.
Patriarch Peng's eyes flickered sharply as well. He suspected Feng Jinchuan was up to something strange. He seemed busy all these years.
But the Secluded Land was small. How many things could there be?
Now everyone suspected something. It wasn't just his imagination. A trace of doubt passed through his eyes. He would have to investigate what secret business the Feng family was involved in...
...
Feng Jinchuan hurriedly left, leaving only the order, "Capture Peng Yu at all costs. If you cannot capture her alive, kill her on the spot."
His haste made the elders uneasy.
"Sigh, it seems there's trouble breaking the sealing formation. How long has it been and still no progress?"
"It should be soon. The patriarch said the seal has loosened. We've waited hundreds of years; what's a little longer?"
"Hahaha, true."