Chapter 705 We Are Fellow Disciples

For Mu Zixu to side with Song Wanning, the sun would have to rise in the west.

Mu Zixu was surely the one behind this.

’Perhaps he deliberately pretended to defend me, only to crush Feng San’s hopes and use him to kill me.’

’After all, killing with a borrowed knife was his favorite trick.’

’If anything went wrong, he would just sacrifice a disciple. It would have nothing to do with him.’

’But if it succeeded, he would have eliminated a major threat.’

’No matter how she looked at it, it was a low-risk, high-reward proposition for him.’

The more Song Wanning thought about it, the more she believed this was Mu Zixu’s plan.

But Feng San reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, growing extremely agitated.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"My master would never... Song Wanning, even now, are you still trying to drive a wedge between us?"

"You’re pathetic..."

Feng San snorted coldly. Although he grumbled internally about his master’s punishment, what he felt most was regret—regret for having failed his master’s expectations and done wrong.

’Someone like Song Wanning could never understand the bond between him and his master.’

Song Wanning was speechless.

The corner of her mouth twitched in silent exasperation. ’It’s so obvious, but Feng San still doesn’t get it. No wonder he’s been reduced to a pawn.’

’Or even a sacrifice.’

Still, she had to make her position clear.

"Believe it or not, I’ve been in seclusion on Dan Dao Peak this entire time. I haven’t taken a single step outside."

"I don’t know who impersonated me to drug you, nor do I know why you were poisoned, but someone is clearly framing me for this."

"I suggest you get to the bottom of this before you say another word."

Song Wanning spoke in a calm and pleasant tone, showing no hint of anger.

But those who knew her well understood that she was setting a trap again!

After his repeated provocations, it was unlike her to continue tolerating him.

Sure enough, her words only made Feng San more agitated.

"Song Wanning, do you really take me for a fool?"

"Or do you think I’m such a joke that you can just deny everything because I don’t have proof right now?"

"I accepted your apology in person. That can’t be faked."

"I can only blame myself for being so stupid back then. I fell right into your trap!"

At the time, he had been arrogant, thinking Song Wanning had finally learned to bow her head to him.

So he had deigned to forgive her.

But he never imagined he was walking right into a trap.

’How could I have been so foolish!’

His grating voice was giving Song Wanning a headache. If she weren’t trying to provoke him into attacking first, she would have killed him already.

’Why would she put up with all this nonsense?’

"Feng San, I told you it wasn’t me. Don’t try to pin this on me."

"You fell for it because you’re an idiot. It has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"You’re so stupid, if I were your master, I wouldn’t pass on the legacy to you either!"

She showed no mercy, her every word a dagger to Feng San’s heart.

His eyes turned bloodshot as a boundless killing intent began to emanate from him.

"Song Wanning, did you really think that winning one competition meant you could rest easy for the rest of your life?"

"You’re wrong."

Feng San’s voice turned sinister, dripping with cold malice.

"I can still strangle you in the cradle."

’Song Wanning may be exceptionally talented, but she has only just ascended. Her strength is ordinary.’

’He was no Ouyang Lin...’

"Song Wanning, you ruined me. Now, pay for it with your life..."

"This isn’t the Lower World. There’s no Divine Thought to protect you here."

"Today, you are destined to die here..."

"HAHAHA—"

A crazed glint flashed in Feng San’s eyes as a wave of malicious glee washed over him.

’Isn’t Song Wanning supposed to be a genius?’

’Isn’t she so arrogant?’

’Soon, he would get to see her crying and begging for mercy.’

"Feng San, we’re members of the same Sect! Have you forgotten the Sect’s rules?"

"If you kill me, the Sect won’t just sit idly by!"

Song Wanning threatened, her voice laced with feigned nervousness as she took a few fearful steps back.

To Feng San, her act was simply laughable.

’Is Song Wanning still trying to put up a brave front, even now?’

"HAHAHA—"

"Scared now, are you?"

"Too bad. It’s too late!"

As he spoke, Feng San took out a wooden staff that shimmered with a faint light.

Song Wanning roared, "Feng San, don’t push me!"

"We’re from the same Sect. I don’t want to..."

Before she could finish, Feng San was already charging toward her.

At that moment, his only thought was to eliminate Song Wanning; nothing else mattered.

Song Wanning’s expression shifted, and she had no choice but to meet his charge.

Now that Feng San had made the first move, this was out of her hands. Song Wanning no longer needed to pretend.

Feng San was an Early Stage Earth Immortal, an entire major realm higher than Song Wanning, who was a Mid-stage Human Immortal.

The moment he attacked, the immense burst of energy made Song Wanning frown instinctively, her expression growing grave.

Faced with such a huge gap in Cultivation, a direct counterattack to kill Feng San was unrealistic, so she decided to employ delaying tactics.

She would slowly drain Feng San’s immortal power while using her new Cultivation Technique to conserve her own.

Then, when the time was right, she would find an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

’And if I really can’t beat him, I’ll just use a Space Rune to escape...’

With her plan set, Song Wanning was no longer in a hurry. Instead, she began to engage him at her own pace.

Feng San flicked the longstaff in his hand. Instantly, countless sharp, black-tinged blades materialized at its tip, swirling about with a faint aura of Evil Qi.

With his first move, a torrent of black mist surged toward Song Wanning.

With a sharp cry, Song Wanning slashed out viciously with the Longsword in her hand.

In that instant, an invisible blossom of blood shot toward the longstaff.

The moment it made contact, the light from her blade suddenly split, multiplying into a thousand Longswords that assailed Feng San from every angle.

Feng San snorted coldly. His body shuddered, and streams of golden light instantly erupted around him.

The light dissolved her blades, leaving not a single trace behind.

The storm from his longstaff, however, blasted Song Wanning backward. Her body tumbled several times in mid-air before she barely managed to regain her balance.

All of this happened in the span of a single breath.

The two immediately launched another exchange of blows.

Feng San’s previous move had merely been a probe. Now that he had a rough idea of Song Wanning’s limits, he couldn’t help but sneer to himself.

’He was no Ouyang Lin. For Song Wanning to think of fighting back instead of fleeing—she was truly, blindly overconfident.’

’In that case, it was time to give her a harsh dose of reality!’

With that thought, Feng San’s attacks grew even more vicious.

He took a step, and ripples formed in the empty space beneath his feet. With a casual swing, the longstaff in his hand transformed into a swath of dark, bloody light.

With a powerful swing, a massive boulder before him was silently reduced to dust. It didn’t crumble; it was simply obliterated into nothingness.

And the bulk of that energy continued to surge toward Song Wanning.