Villainess Rampage: The Whole Sect Begs for Mercy

She flipped open the book. The first twenty pages described the places Feng Yue had visited, but the thick hundred-plus pages that followed were filled entirely with recipes for various poison pills.

Spirit Pills could save lives, but they could also take them.

In the Ancient Era, Alchemy Cultivators were once divided into two factions: medicine and poison. The two refused to acknowledge each other’s superiority and frequently clashed in competitions.

However, as times changed, the modern Alchemy Dao became primarily focused on "medicine." Even if Pill Masters refined poison pills in private, they would never speak of it openly.

As a result, most Pill Masters today are seen as figures who heal the sick and save the dying.

Song Wanning practiced Alchemy, but she also created poisons. The Elixir Pill that Bai Yang had stolen back then was one laced with poison, which had worsened Ye Chuxue’s condition.

She, in fact, had a profound interest in poison pills. It was just that most of the recipes had been lost, so the variety of poison pills she knew how to make was extremely limited.

Now, with a collection of poison Pill Recipes right in front of her, she was deeply tempted. She immediately stored it away. While she was at it, she also selected a few more Elixir Pill inheritances and had the Golden Small Sword copy them all.

After finishing, she went up to the fifth and sixth floors.

The sheer variety of books was dizzying. After several days, her head was spinning, but she still hadn’t found any records concerning the Dragon Vein.

She sighed. Her worst fears had been realized.

’Something so important must be on Feng Jinchuan himself!’

’This makes things even trickier.’

But then, the thought of the Nine Revolutions Soul-devouring Array sparked a glimmer of anticipation within her.

’Now I have to figure out a way to lure them all over there.’

Laden with her spoils, she left the Book Collection Pavilion and returned to her courtyard.

First, she checked on Feng Jinchuan’s whereabouts. When she learned he was still guarding the restriction, her expression darkened.

’News about Peng Yu alone probably won’t be enough to draw Feng Jinchuan out.’

’It looks like I’ll need some stronger bait.’

Song Wanning wracked her brain, thinking for several days straight.

The Golden Small Sword offered suggestions from time to time, but she rejected every one of them.

She wouldn’t dare make a move on Feng Jinchuan unless she was at least eighty percent certain of success.

Then one day, as Song Wanning was wandering through the city trying to come up with a plan, she spotted a familiar figure.

The man was from the Peng Family. She remembered seeing him in the crowd during the fight.

The man was acting suspiciously, as if he were trying to find something out.

"Sister, has the Peng Family realized something is wrong?"

The Golden Small Sword’s brow furrowed. It watched the man’s furtive back and curled its lip in distaste.

"If you ask me, we should just leak the news about the restriction and see how the Feng Family handles it!"

Then Feng Jinchuan would have to face pressure from several major families, and they might find an opportunity to strike.

But Song Wanning’s expression was grave; she was not so optimistic.

"If that news gets out, the Feng Family will be in deep trouble, but the pressure on our Song Family will multiply. And once everyone works together to break the restriction, who’s to say the other families won’t discover the Dragon Vein when they get out?"

These questions had been troubling her all along; otherwise, she would have leaked the secret long ago.

"I suppose I overlooked that part."

The Golden Small Sword’s brow furrowed even tighter, and it let out a soft sigh.

"Can’t we just trick all of them into that Array? The more that die, the better. Even if they survive, they’ll be half-dead."

"For a while, at least, they probably won’t have the energy to worry about anything else."

Its words were like a splash of cool water on a summer day, instantly clearing Song Wanning’s mind.

But she quickly shook her head. "The other families have no karmic ties to the Song Family. If I rashly use them as sacrifices, I’ll definitely be saddled with bad karma. Forget ascension—I’d probably be struck by lightning the moment I stepped outside!"

"The Heavenly Dao already has it out for me. If it finds I’ve accumulated bad karma, it can use that as a legitimate reason to eliminate me."

"It would be too late for regrets then."

The Golden Small Sword fell silent. It seemed that all of its ideas were wicked tricks...

Still, the Golden Small Sword’s words gave Song Wanning an idea. News about Peng Yu alone definitely wouldn’t be enough to make Feng Jinchuan show himself.

’But I have a treasure that might just tempt him.’

With a flicker of her will, Song Wanning’s main body, far away in the Song Family estate, instantly received the message. She opened her eyes and exhaled a long, cloudy breath.

Upon closer inspection, her aura seemed to have grown stronger, and it now carried an unfamiliar chill.

Now that her clone had run into trouble and needed her help, she had no choice but to interrupt her cultivation.

She left her training room and headed for the Song Family’s council hall, where she found Song Qingyun and requested to temporarily take the Trial Tower with her.

"The Trial Tower was yours to begin with. Just take it. You don’t need to ask me."

Song Qingyun thought about the Song Family’s recent changes, and his heart filled with ever-growing gratification.

Nourished by the Trial Tower and an abundance of Spirit Stones, the disciples of the Song Family were advancing by leaps and bounds. What’s more, the numerous inheritances Song Wanning had provided benefited everyone immensely.

Song Wanning’s current status in the Song Family was akin to that of a "god." The disciples both revered and adored her, and they wouldn’t stand for anyone speaking ill of her.

This was also partly thanks to Song Qingyun, who had intentionally let slip how much his daughter had done for the Song Family. Everyone had to know and remember her contributions.

’Wan Ning was like that sometimes, always giving without asking for anything in return. It was easy for people to start taking her for granted.’

"Alright, I’ll be taking it then."

Song Wanning nodded, went to collect the Trial Tower, and immediately headed for the breach.

Her clone was already there when she arrived. The clone used the jade hairpin to pass through the restriction and took the Trial Tower. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

It then handed her a copy of the inheritances and Pill Recipes.

Watching the clone turn and leave, Song Wanning wore a peculiar expression. The sensation of having a clone was truly strange. Every one of its movements exuded a special kind of familiarity, even though it wore the face of Feng Youming.

Having delivered the item, Song Wanning didn’t linger. Her clone was in an urgent situation, so she couldn’t afford to be idle out here. She had to focus on her cultivation.

When the time came to face those Divinity Transformation cultivators, her clone would need powerful combat strength to protect itself.

...

Meanwhile, the clone took the Trial Tower and started hurrying back to the cave.

Bai Yang finally saw Song Wanning return. He immediately shot to his feet, his eyes sparkling. "Master, you’re here?"

"Yes."

Song Wanning nodded. She walked into the cave and glanced at Peng Yu in the corner. After confirming she was still alive, she turned to Bai Yang and said, "We’re leaving in a moment. Don’t ask any questions. Just follow me."

’Bai Yang’s only purpose was to be a source of good fortune she could leech off of, ensuring things went a little more smoothly. He was essentially a living good-luck charm.’

She then took out a piece of cloth, wrapped up Peng Yu, and led the two of them toward the wasteland.

As she flew, she took out a Communication Talisman and spoke to the other Feng Family Elders. "I found a trace of Peng Yu, but she injured me and escaped! She even boasted that all of us together wouldn’t be a match for a single one of her fingers!"