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Chapter 251 - Meeting Feng Jinchuan

From Peng Yu's expression, there wasn't a trace of joy or satisfaction—only a look of nausea, as if she might retch.

So why did she still go through with it?

The small golden sword could not comprehend it, and neither could Song Wanníng.

Still, she was certain Peng Yu wasn't acting like this simply because she was fickle and lustful by nature.

There had to be a purpose behind it.

But that purpose had nothing to do with them.

Song Wanníng's expression cooled. She waited until Peng Yu had left before changing direction, heading toward the Feng family estate. She quickly pushed the little episode to the back of her mind. Right now, her focus was on how to deal with the Feng family Patriarch.

At last, before sunset, Feng Youming appeared at the gates of the Feng family.

"Elder Youming, you've returned!"

The disciple on guard greeted her respectfully.

Song Wanníng smiled and waved with casual ease before striding through the gates.

The Feng family Patriarch was a man impossible to read. Even Feng Youming had never truly figured him out. She only knew that his strength was formidable and that he kept the Feng family running in perfect order.

The matter of the rift and the dragon vein had been discovered by him as well. As far as Feng Youming knew, only a handful of elders within the Feng family were aware of the rift. Everyone else was kept entirely in the dark.

The other clans were equally oblivious. No one had noticed the Feng family's secret maneuvers. It seemed there was room here for a little scheming. The thought flickered across Song Wanníng's mind as she found herself standing outside the Patriarch's study.

"Patriarch, I'm back!"

She called out, leaning casually in the doorway. Outwardly she appeared at ease, but deep down there was a trace of tension, a fear that he might see through her the moment their eyes met.

"Come in."

The voice from inside was cool, tinged with fatigue.

The door swung open soundlessly. Song Wanníng stepped inside, and the striking face she remembered so well came into view.

She pressed her lips together. Judging by this man's looks and status, he would likely have had some romantic entanglement with Ye Chuxue in her past life.

After all, in that life, nearly every man of even moderate excellence had been an admirer of hers. Only, she had died before leaving the Feng family estate, so that guess had never been confirmed.

"How did it go?"

Feng Jinchuan didn't look up, still flipping through the book in his hands.

"It's done."

Song Wanníng dropped herself into the chair opposite him, sprawling comfortably. "I've planted the spike into the dragon vein. You should be able to sense its condition now, Patriarch."

"Yes. I can."

This time Feng Jinchuan finally lifted his gaze toward her. The face was familiar, the aura unchanged. He detected nothing amiss, yet his eyes remained deep and searching.

"What about the Song family?"

His voice was even, stripped of emotion.

Song Wanníng couldn't tell if he suspected anything. She gave a faint, crooked smile. "It's just as you said. The Song family has produced three cultivators at the Divine Transformation stage, all of them strong. I saw a few of them during the negotiations. To avoid drawing attention, I followed your instructions and took a long detour before placing the spike.

But I still think you're worrying too much. Those people from the Song family aren't nearly as clever as you give them credit for. If they were, how could they live on top of a dragon vein for tens of thousands of years without ever discovering it?"

She gave a short, dismissive laugh.

She'd studied Feng Youming's personality for some time now. She could more or less predict his reactions, and dealing with him wasn't so difficult.

Feng Jinchuan frowned. "Why would the Song family suddenly have so many Divine Transformation cultivators? Did you find out?"

His gaze lingered on her, carrying an indefinable weight.

"…That I don't know. But according to the He family's analysis, they must have come into possession of some treasure. Many clans have set their sights on them now. For the time being, they won't have the energy to meddle in anything else."

Song Wanníng kept her expression perfectly natural, even as she remained taut with focus.

The first step was to believe she was Feng Youming. Only by deceiving herself could she deceive others.

"The Song family…"

Feng Jinchuan's long fingers tapped idly against the edge of the desk. A flicker of thought passed through his eyes.

After a moment's pause, he said evenly, "I understand. You may go for now. And don't speak of this to anyone. Understood?"

He shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position, his attention returning to the book in his hands.

"Got it." Song Wanníng replied lightly, then rose and strode out.

When the door closed once more, Feng Jinchuan lifted his eyes. A glint of contemplation flashed within them.

Through the window, he watched the retreating figure. The familiar back, the familiar gait, the familiar aura…

Everything was exactly the same. So why…

His eyes narrowed. He drew out a transmission talisman and spoke coldly into it. "Keep a close watch on Feng Youming these days. The moment you notice anything unusual, report to me immediately."

Elsewhere, Song Wanníng had already left Feng Jinchuan's courtyard.

Her heartbeat had quickened slightly. Brow furrowed, she was lost in thought.

Had Feng Jinchuan noticed something?

She couldn't be sure.

For now, the plan was to live exactly as Feng Youming would for a while, then look for an opportunity to slip into the Feng family's library.

She wasn't optimistic. With Feng Jinchuan's nature, there was no way he would store something as vital as the means to awaken the dragon vein in the library.

She let out a quiet sigh. For now, there was no better plan than to keep probing for information while making an occasional attempt to get into the library.

When the right clue appeared, that would be the moment to use Bai Yang.

Back at Feng Youming's residence, Song Wanníng hadn't even had a chance to rest before several stunning figures rushed toward her. Each one was breathtaking, dazzling to look at.

Song Wanníng sized them up. They were beautiful, yes, but their cultivation levels were low. The strongest among them was only in the early Golden Core stage—propped up by heavy consumption of pills, if her memory was correct.

"Here. Take these."

With a smile, Song Wanníng handed each of them a small box. Inside were not only pills, but also some jewelry.

Feng Youming had always been generous with women. She naturally had to act the same.

Overjoyed, the women threw themselves at her, showering her with hugs and kisses. With beauties in her arms, Song Wanníng grinned, holding one on each side without the slightest hint of discomfort. She then made her choice, suddenly scooping one up in her arms and carrying her straight toward the inner room.

"Elder Youming, these talismans are really hard to draw."

The woman pouted, casting a sidelong glare at the man reading in bed. Her tone grew more and more aggrieved.

He had carried her in here, only to toss her aside. What was that supposed to mean?

Had he found some new woman while he was away this time?

Alarm bells went off in her mind.

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