234 - Destroyer of Ice and Fire

Master Ran Fanyin’s disciples are indeed exceptional. Ning Songwu was sound asleep on the table, completely oblivious to having missed her meeting with Cen Ran. Her tiny eyebrows were tightly knit, and she murmured indistinct words in her slumber: “Master... Master…” Cen Ran was walking absentmindedly and realized only when she reached the entrance of the Rongku Pavilion that she was still carrying the bundle of clothes and sundries. “Tsk, I forgot to leave the bundle behind.” Just then, Luo Sheng returned from the library and noticed Cen Ran standing at the entrance with the bundle. Curious, he asked, “Junior Sister, are you planning to... run away from home?” “Of course not!” Cen Ran shot Luo Sheng a glance, a bit annoyed. “I was supposed to deliver this to Ning Songwu. I ended up forgetting.” Luo Sheng chuckled, his face ever adorned with that mischievous expression. “Junior Sister, you have a great memory. Give it to me, I’m heading to Hongfei Pavilion soon.” “Alright.” Cen Ran nodded, then remembered something. “Wait a moment. Don’t forget to get a box of hearty food from the kitchen and take it over too. Ning Songwu has lost a lot of weight there.” “No problem. Anything else?” “And...,” Cen Ran pondered for a moment, thinking of that beautiful little girl. She narrowed her eyes, “Bring an extra portion for the little girl sitting next to Ning Songwu.” Luo Sheng carried the various packages to Hongfei Pavilion. A nearby disciple saw him and was amazed. “Senior Brother Zisheng, aren’t you here to teach the lower-level disciples? What are you carrying yourself?” Luo Sheng smiled roguishly. “What do you think? Lead me to where Ning Songwu stays.” The disciple immediately and respectfully led Luo Sheng to find Ning Songwu, pondering internally. So, was Ning Songwu really driven out by Master Ran Fanyin? Why did Senior Sister Cen Ran from Rongku Pavilion and Senior Brother Zisheng both come here one after another? Ning Songwu seemed quite favored... When Luo Sheng arrived, Ning Songwu was chatting with the little girl next to her. He called out, “Ning Songwu!” Ning Songwu and Helan Mianmian turned around together. Ning Songwu, upon seeing Luo Sheng, cheerfully responded, “Senior Brother Zisheng!” But when Luo Sheng saw the face of the little girl beside Ning Songwu, he gasped, his expression contorting dramatically as he exclaimed, “Helan Mianmian! What are you doing here?!” Ignoring Ning Songwu’s bewilderment, Luo Sheng grabbed Helan Mianmian and dragged her outside. Finding a secluded corner, he let go of Helan Mianmian and was about to interrogate her when she sweetly called out, “Brother~~~” “Cut it out, how did you get into Beifa Palace?” Luo Sheng’s face was full of anger. “The way you got in, Brother, is how I got in.” Helan Mianmian blinked her beautiful eyes innocently. “What are you here for? Does Father know?” “Father knows. He sent me here to urge you to return. Brother, the last time you visited the palace was two years ago, right? Father said you’re eighteen now, it’s time to return to the palace and serve the country.” “Helan Mianmian, are you itching for a punishment?” Luo Sheng glared, rolling up his sleeves, his fists cracking menacingly. “Do you think Beifa Palace is isolated from the world? Father proclaimed our eldest brother the crown prince a year ago. Why would he bother with a free-spirited son like me? Now be honest!” “Alright,” Helan Mianmian stuck out her tongue, “I came on my own. The palace is just too boring. I’m quite impressive, aren’t I? I managed to enter Hongfei Pavilion at age nine, a year earlier than you did, Brother.” “Humph, if Father knew his precious little princess sneaked into Beifa Palace, he’d tear my skin off! What exactly do you want?” “Brother, come closer, let’s make a pact...” Standing on tiptoe, Helan Mianmian whispered something into Luo Sheng’s ear... Chapter 91: Madness Passing through multiple corridors, Helan Mianmian arrived at Ning Songwu’s room. She knocked on the tightly closed door. “Is Fairy Ning in? I am Helan Mianmian, may I have a word?” Ning Songwu was resting inside. Hearing the voice, her expression turned sour. In a cold voice, she replied, “I have a headache, please come back.” Helan Mianmian recognized the evasiveness in her words and felt a bit embarrassed, but persisted, “I came regarding the matter of the Spirit of the Formation. Resolving the formation issue quickly will allow you and the Venerable Master to return to Cangjun Mountain sooner.” Interested at last, Ning Songwu thought that if the issue wasn’t resolved, she’d have to stay at Zhenqi Sect longer, giving her master more chances to interact with this brat. This was absolutely unacceptable. The sooner it was resolved, the sooner they could return. On Chaoci Peak, there would only be her and her master, which was perfect. So, she feigned weakness and coughed lightly, “Cough, cough, come in.” When Helan Mianmian entered, he saw Ning Songwu struggling to rise from her bed, her face as pale as a sheet. Guilt overwhelmed him, thinking it was his fault that caused everyone such severe injuries. Seeing Helan Mianmian hesitating at the door, Ning Songwu felt even more impatient. “Venerable Mianjun, get to the point.” Sensing her impatience, Helan Mianmian spoke bluntly, “When the Venerable Master rescued you, the Spirit of the Formation escaped. May I ask if your Spirit-Devouring Physique has any effect on the Spirit?" “Indeed, the Spirit did show signs of fear. It seems it would be effective.” Helan Mianmian’s face brightened but then grew somber recalling Ning Songwu’s injuries. “Fairy Ning, may I check your pulse to assess your condition?” Ning Songwu immediately felt displeased. “My master and your sect’s other medical immortals have already examined me. There’s no need for further bother.” Realizing it would be futile to insist, Helan Mianmian abandoned the idea of checking her injuries, simultaneously sensing an inexplicable aversion from both her and her master. “I was presumptuous. It seems we’ll have to find another method to deal with this formation.”