Villainess Rampage: The Whole Sect Begs for Mercy

Peng Yu was wild. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to rein her in, but all he ever got were half-hearted promises. The moment his back was turned, she’d go right back to her old ways without a second thought.

After a while, he simply washed his hands of it, unwilling to waste any more time on the matter.

Peng Yu continued to stir up trouble, but she always ended up paying to resolve things herself. Since nothing major had come of it for years, he had gradually stopped paying it any mind.

Who knew she’d suddenly drop this "surprise" in his lap? Now, the entire Feng Family was at their gates, and Peng Yu was nowhere to be found.

It was like holding his feet to the fire.

Now, he had no choice but to pull himself together and face them.

"Peng Clan Leader, hand over Peng Yu at once! She had the audacity to kill a disciple of my Feng Family. Does she not have the guts to admit it?"

Elder Wulan took a step forward. A sea of swords instantly materialized at his feet, its chilling might surging toward the group opposite him.

The Peng Family disciples instantly felt as if their skin were being flayed. Their qi and blood roiled, and a searing pain shot through them, like blades scraping against bone.

The Peng Clan Leader puffed out his chest. With a sudden jolt, he repelled the oppressive force as a brilliant golden light pulsed from his chest.

"Fellow Cultivators, it’s not that I’m unwilling to hand over Peng Yu, but she hasn’t returned to the clan! If you hadn’t come here today, I would have been completely in the dark..."

He sighed. He wasn’t lying.

After killing someone, why would Peng Yu possibly return to the Peng Family?

"In that case, Peng Clan Leader, just summon Peng Yu back!"

Feng Jinchuan cut him off before he could try to distance himself from the matter. What Peng Yu did this time was too much; this couldn’t be resolved with mere compensation.

His expression was cold and stern, his aura faint and detached, yet his gaze was as sharp as a blade, daring anyone to meet it.

The Peng Clan Leader’s face fell. With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he lifted his gaze and took out a Communication Talisman. He spoke into the talisman, "Peng Yu, return to the clan at once! There’s urgent business!"

After sending the message, he put the Communication Talisman away with a blank expression. "There. Is that sufficient? It’s not that we won’t manage our own, but that this is beyond our control."

They were all Divinity Transformation cultivators. Who among them didn’t understand this?

Once a cultivator’s Cultivation reached a certain realm, their family could no longer control them at will. This was the extent of what he could do.

Seeing the Peng Clan Leader’s shameless, helpless act, Song Wanning rolled up her sleeves, shoved her way through the crowd, and stormed forward.

"Peng Clan Leader, are you saying this has nothing to do with your Peng Family?"

"Peng Yu aside, the Peng Family still needs to give us an answer today! Otherwise, don’t blame me, Feng Youming, for kicking in your front gate!"

Feng Youming had always been hot-blooded and deeply invested in the clan’s affairs. He was never one to miss a fight.

If she didn’t step forward now, it would only arouse suspicion.

Spurred by her actions, several others rolled up their sleeves, ready for a brawl. They glared furiously at the Peng Family members, their auras surging wildly.

Feng Jinchuan didn’t speak. The Peng Clan Leader narrowed his eyes but made no move.

He stared at Feng Jinchuan, snorting coldly to himself.

’How much could these people really care about Feng Liuguang’s life or death?’

’They’re just here to demand compensation.’

But Peng Yu truly had broken the rules this time. He knew he couldn’t just brush this aside. After holding Feng Jinchuan’s gaze for a moment, he sighed in resignation.

"Please, come inside."

He motioned for his clansmen to step aside and reluctantly led the group into the residence.

Seeing this, the Feng Family quickly followed.

Song Wanning was about to follow them inside when a hand suddenly shot out from her side and gripped her wrist.

The fingers were long and slender, the knuckles distinct. Their icy touch instantly raised goosebumps on her skin.

She whipped her head around to meet Feng Jinchuan’s gray eyes.

A vast, smoky sea seemed to swirl within them, ready to pick its prey and devour it whole.

"Clan Leader, why are you grabbing me? Are you afraid I’ll cripple them?"

The question came out almost subconsciously, a dissatisfied frown creasing Song Wanning’s brow. Her heart had leaped for only an instant before returning to its steady rhythm.

Right now, Feng Jinchuan seemed to be merely holding her wrist, but in reality, his fingers were pressing against one of her vital points.

’Feng Jinchuan is still suspicious of me!’

Song Wanning’s heart sank. ’I’ve been perfectly mimicking Feng Youming’s every mannerism. Why does Feng Jinchuan still suspect me?’

Feng Jinchuan stared at her, his expression impassive, but his gaze slowly intensified. "If a fight breaks out, you’ll be at the vanguard."

With that, he released Song Wanning’s hand and strode inside.

The pressure bearing down on her gradually dissipated, but instead of relief, Song Wanning’s heart leaped into her throat.

’Habits and mannerisms are easy enough to imitate, but what about my Spirit Root and Spells...’

’Feng Youming has a pure Wind Spirit Root, while I’m a Fire Spirit Root cultivator. The two attributes are completely incompatible. How can I possibly fool everyone?’

’If I’m exposed, these people alone will be enough to grind this clone of mine to dust.’

’What do I do?’

Though her heart was heavy, Song Wanning’s pace was quick, and the group soon entered the inner hall.

...

Meanwhile, Bai Yang, back in the cave, had just awoken from his meditation. He let out a long breath, extremely pleased with his cultivation speed here.

The Spiritual Energy in the Secluded Land was so abundant that cultivating here yielded twice the results with half the effort. He didn’t even want to stop.

But his Master still hadn’t sent word, and a sense of unease settled over him.

’The Secluded Land is fraught with danger. Is Master alright out there?’

Just as he was worrying, the Array Plate at the entrance suddenly pulsed with a reaction.

’Someone’s here?’

Bai Yang’s heart lurched. He shot to his feet and peered outside. A figure was speeding toward him from a distance, heading straight for the cave.

’That’s not Master!’

Alarm bells screamed in his mind. He whipped out a Communication Talisman to message his Master, then drew his Magical Treasure and prepared for a fight.

But the person’s aura was immense; they had to be a Divinity Transformation cultivator. As a mere Early Stage Golden Core cultivator, how could he possibly be a match?

A cold sweat quickly coated Bai Yang’s palms.

’What do I do?’

’Can Master make it back in time?’

’This isn’t about being discovered anymore. It’s about whether I can survive...’

However, just as he was burning with anxiety, Peng Yu stopped outside the cave. A flicker of annoyance and gloom crossed her face.

’Damn it, since when did that Feng Youming start using Array Plates?’

A surge of irritation rose within her. She had assumed the natural Array would be the only defense, but to her surprise, Feng Youming had set up an Array Plate as well.

’It’s just a stupid cave. Was this really necessary?’

’Doesn’t Feng Youming always act so free and unrestrained? I never thought he’d be this cautious.’

Peng Yu’s brow furrowed. She stared at the Array, vexed. If she tried to force her way in, Feng Youming would almost certainly sense it...

But she had very few places left to hide. For now, her only option was to see if she could crack these Array Plates.

After a moment’s thought, Peng Yu began to study the Array before her. She paced back and forth along the perimeter of the Array Plate, her mind racing with calculations.

Inside the Array, Bai Yang subconsciously held his breath. They were separated only by the shimmering barrier of the Array, standing practically face-to-face—so close he could almost make out her eyelashes.

THUMP—THUMP—

Bai Yang’s heart hammered in his chest.

If she decided to break the Array by force, the Array Plate wouldn’t stand a chance.

’Master, you have to get back here, now!!!’