The rustling sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet cave.
In a fleeting moment, countless possibilities flashed through Feng Yinwan's mind. Finally, after much deliberation, she arrived at two relatively far-fetched conclusions:
Either Feng Yueli had woken up, or… there was a ghost!
While she hesitated, the noise inside suddenly stopped. Feng Yinwan's heart tightened, and silver needles were already between her fingers.
Calm down, calm down. If neither of those two possibilities were true, then she had no reason to be afraid.
Even if there was a spirit that had become a monster, she would turn it into a sieve today!
The front was obstructed by scattered rocks, making it impossible to discern the situation inside the cave. Feng Yinwan decided to rely on her advantageous position and prepare for a "wait for the rabbit" strategy.
In the darkness, she fully embodied the noble virtue of "the enemy does not move, I do not move," holding her breath as she waited.
The commotion inside was silent for a long time. When it resumed, the footsteps were hurried, clearly moving outwards.
Feng Yinwan concentrated, almost certain that it was a person!
The footsteps were heavy yet held a sense of lightness, the movements swift yet without a sound of panting. It was not difficult to discern that this was an adult man with internal energy!
Yingyue Tan was usually deserted. With the secret guards arranged by Feng Wuxi watching in the shadows, how could someone arrive here and enter the cave where Feng Yueli was?
In the blink of an eye, Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes narrowed, and the silver needles in her hand shot out.
The man's movements were already hurried. Caught completely off guard, he was immediately struck at an acupuncture point and stumbled to his knees.
"Who's there!"
Who's there?
Feng Yinwan snorted coldly, silver needles reappearing between her fingers.
"Sir, are you familiar with our health-boosting acupuncture?"
"What…"
The man didn't even have time to hear clearly before the silver needles flew towards him like a dense rain, each one precisely aimed at his vital acupuncture points.
Having already gained the upper hand, Feng Yinwan's technique was methodical. For a time, the man was unable to unleash his moves and had no power to retaliate.
After being pricked in several places, his internal energy was already significantly depleted. Seeing the unfavorable situation, the man's figure flickered as he attempted to retreat back into the cave.
Feng Yinwan would naturally not give him the opportunity to hold Feng Yueli hostage.
"Trying to run?"
With a flick of her slender fingers, another needle was embedded into the back of his knee.
The silver needle was fierce and accurate, piercing the skin and flesh, with a hint of bone-breaking force.
The man was greatly alarmed. Despite the unbearable spasms in his leg, he dared not move another inch.
"You… you're Jiang Wan?!"
In the darkness, the man could not see Feng Yinwan's face clearly. However, the scene of him and Feng Yun competing in acupuncture in Cunfeng Hall on the day they entered the manor was deeply etched in his memory.
Besides him, no one else in the manor could wield needles to such a degree!
Being recognized, Feng Yinwan was not particularly bothered. She stepped on his back, pinning him to the ground, and put her hands on her hips.
"Your Grandpa is here!"
The man: "?"
Without giving him a chance to retort, Feng Yinwan pressed the silver needle against him and increased the force of her foot.
"Speak, why were you lurking around Yingyue Tan!"
Being recognized meant this person must be from Wuxi Pavilion. If he were a legitimate subordinate of Feng Wuxi, his actions would not be so furtive.
Therefore, there was only one truth!
He was an informant planted in Wuxi Pavilion by Ye Tingyan!
The man was more direct than she had anticipated. After a moment of silence, when he spoke again, his tone even carried a hint of threat.
"I advise you not to meddle! You, a divine physician of the martial world, are merely cooperating with Feng Wuxi. Don't get involved in matters that don't concern you!"
"If you don't know what's good for you and insist on interfering, you won't be able to make a living in the martial world anymore!"
Threatening her?
Feng Yinwan scoffed, almost laughing out loud.
"Oh, quite the arrogant little spy, aren't we?"
"What…"
The man frowned and turned his head. A heavy blow landed on his head, and before he could even cry out in pain, he lost consciousness with a dull thud.
"Now you're quiet, aren't you."
Feng Yinwan tossed aside the broken stone in her hand, satisfied, patted the dust off her foot, and retrieved it. She made a bold entry into her little notebook.
[August 23rd, Sunny. A great deed accomplished at Yingyue Tan. Feng Wuxi owes me three secret techniques and one thousand taels of silver.]
In the dark prison, despite all methods being used, the traitor still refused to speak.
Feng Wuxi's patience ran out. With a cold glint, he delivered a heavy "Cold Light Art" towards the man's chest.
"Dead men never speak. Since you insist, I shall fulfill your wish!"
"However, the Cold Light Art will only cripple your meridians and internal energy. Before you die, I want to see just how tough your mouth can be."
He then turned to leave. However, as he reached the door, the man suddenly spoke again.
"Feng Wuxi, what's the point of tormenting me? Your precious sister will never wake up even in death!"
"You dare to defy the Second Prince's orders, and you will not have a good end. You and your sister will both die at the hands of the Second Prince sooner or later!"
After shouting, he broke free of his chains and smashed himself against the wall with all his might.
After a heavy thud, there was no more sound in the cell.
The subordinate outside, hearing the noise, quickly rushed in. Upon seeing the scene, he was immediately stunned.
"Pavilion Master."
Feng Wuxi raised his hand, lowered his gaze, and walked out. "Drag him out and dispose of him."
"Yes."
As he exited the dark prison, he saw the secret guards from Yingyue Tan rushing towards him. Upon seeing him, they immediately cupped their fists.
"Pavilion Master, Miss Li'er has had an incident."
In an instant, Feng Wuxi's expression turned icy, and a fierce aura emanated from him.
By the time Feng Wuxi arrived at Yingyue Tan, Feng Yinwan was already examining Feng Yueli.
The spy had administered a peculiar poison to Feng Yueli. Her condition had not only worsened but her basic vital signs had also significantly weakened.
Feng Yinwan could not resolve the poison, so she could only temporarily stabilize Feng Yueli's life with medicine.
Her gaze swept over the man who had collapsed on the ground. Feng Wuxi stepped forward.
"How is Li'er?"
Feng Yinwan looked at him with a serious expression and reported the situation truthfully.
"This poison is truly strange. I need to go back and consult ancient texts to confirm."
The strangeness of this poison lay in its elusiveness. Although they knew it was poisoning, they could not detect its origin.
The only certainty was that the poison in Feng Yueli's body was likely not an ordinary medicinal poison.
Feng Wuxi nodded and walked out of the cave with her.
Feng Yinwan hadn't seen clearly inside, but now that they were outside, she could see how badly she had beaten the spy.
Putting aside the numerous needles that had turned him into a hedgehog, the bruise on his forehead… was simply too large, too swollen, and too conspicuous!
Feng Wuxi clicked his tongue, finding her methods cruel.
"Was this… how you were educated?"
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows, extremely displeased at being criticized when she had actually helped him.
"Transfer three thousand taels of silver to my account immediately. Not a single cent less."