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Leng Chengren wanted to say something, but Leng Feishuang beat him to it, "This princess' temple is too small, I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate a great Buddha like the Prime Minister. Please leave."

As soon as Leng Fei finished speaking, two guards came in, "Prime Minister, please."

A hint of killing intent flashed in Leng Chengren's eyes. He waved his sleeve and strode out. Fang Shuwan also followed him with a glare. Naturally, Leng Hanyi did not even dare to look at Leng Fei Shuang as she left as well.

Finally, everything quieted down. Leng Fei let out a yawn. She still hadn't woken up yet, so it was better for her to quickly make up for it. The moment she turned around, she heard another sound coming from outside …

"The Lord Saint has arrived!"

Leng Feishuang was startled. Di Wuxiang, why did he come here? He turned his head to look outside the door and didn't know when Di Wuxiang had already arrived in front of the crowd of white clothed disciples.

Leng Fei was speechless. She did not seem to have let him in yet. At least she should let him know that he did not treat her as an outsider at all.

Leng Feishuang didn't move as he stood in the middle and watched Di Wuxiang walk towards him.

Chasing Wind stood by Di Wuxiang's side, nodded at both Leng Fei and Di Wuxiang as a form of greeting. However, the two birds didn't even look at him as they stared blankly at Di Wuxiang.

"What, there's no need to be so happy to see this sovereign come, is there?" Saying so, he walked towards the seat of honor behind Leng Feishuang and sat down.

The corner of Leng Fei's mouth twitched. How could he tell that she was very happy?

"What are you doing here?" Leng Feishuang asked.

Di Wuxiang looked at her, "Today, I will be returning to the Argent Blue Immortal Mountain. You have to go with me."

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows. He was about to leave today, but after thinking for a while, he said, "No, I still have some matters that I have to take care of here. You can leave first, I will go by myself once I have dealt with it."

Di Wuxiang didn't say anything. With a flash of white light from her hand, a white jade ring impressively appeared on her palm. And on the ring, there was a white jade lotus flower.

The ring suddenly disappeared from Di Wuxiang's hand and reappeared on Leng Fei's right ring finger.

Leng Feishuang was speechless, this was too miraculous, but why did he wear it on his ring finger? He suspiciously looked at Di Wuxiang, this fella couldn't have done it on purpose, but seeing his indifferent expression, it didn't seem like it.

Zhui Feng, who was standing to the side, was already stunned. In this world, he dared to speak to the Saint Lord like this. Leng Fei was the strongest person here, and his Saint Lord wasn't angry at all. He was very indulgent towards Leng Fei.

"What is this?" Leng Fei asked as he looked at the ring on his hand.

Di Wuxiang only replied with three words, "The ceremony of accepting a master as a disciple."

But she still hadn't agreed to be his disciple.

Di Wuxiang looked at Zhui Feng, who immediately understood. "Cough, cough, that Junior Sister Feishuang, we'll be leaving first. You must remember to come earlier!"

Suddenly, a strong wind began to blow outside. Leng Feishuang ran to the courtyard and saw that there was a giant bird in the sky above the county governor's mansion. It was completely white, with twelve tails and a white crown on its head that looked like a princess' crown.

With a flash of white light, Di Wuxiang appeared on the back of the bird. At this time, a few birds flew towards the sky, but these were just ordinary cranes. Zhui Feng and the rest of the disciples flew onto those cranes.

When he left, Di Wuxiang took another glance at Leng Feishuang before she left.

Meanwhile, Leng Feishuang who was below had yet to react even after walking away from Di Wuxiang for a while. He had truly come and gone in a hurry.

Leng Feishuang returned to his senses and looked around at the stunned maids, shaking his head before heading back to his own courtyard.

… …

As night fell, a pair of black robes appeared in the Prime Minister's courtyard. They looked around before walking into the room.

Inside the house, when Leng Feixue saw that Leng Wuzui had actually come, her eyes lit up. She was really afraid that Leng Feiyu had lied to her on purpose.

"What, you think I won't come?" Leng Feishuang said as he took out something strange from his spatial ring. The reason he said it was because Leng Feixue had never seen something like this before.

"Alright, let's begin. I'll take out the needles in your body first. The process will be painful, can you bear with it?"

Leng Feixue did not even think about using all her strength to blink. What was the point of being in pain now? Her current state was the real pain for her. There were even a few times when she wanted to die, but she was unwilling.

Leng Feishuang walked in front of the bed and pulled Leng Feixue's hand. A strand of his spiritual sense followed her veins and probed inside. If he wanted to take out those needles, he had to first find out where those needles were in his body.

Quickly, he found three silver needles, a total of twelve, and continued to go deeper. After a while, he found three more, and Leng Fei discovered that there were three in each area, blocking all the meridians in Leng Feixue's body at the same time.

In addition, the needles were poisonous to the body, so the tendons around them were already in a dead state. Some of them were already black, and it would probably take some effort to completely repair them.

"Now I will begin taking out the needles." Leng Feishuang did not take any precautions, even if Leng Feixue were to die from the pain, she would not make a sound.

Leng Feixue made a strange pose on the bed, both hands raised, legs curving inward. Jumping onto the bed, he sat in front of Leng Feixue and began to transform his own Essence into threads of Spiritual Energy, entering Leng Feixue's body and entangling the twelve needles.

That's right, she was planning on directly pulling out those needles. This process wasn't just a process of ordinary pain, it was an excruciating pain.

Leng Fei silently counted three times and started to drive the spiritual energy to slowly pull out the needles. Leng Feixue's face began to contort and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still unable to make a sound.

Two hours later, Leng Feishuang finally pulled out all twelve needles, but Leng Feixue had already fainted. He took out a black pill and placed it in Leng Feixue's mouth, using his Essence to melt it.

After finishing all this, Leng Feishuang's face was somewhat pale. Only she knew that the process of pulling out the needle was truly a waste of spiritual energy.

Quickly putting his things away, Leng Feishuang left without a sound.

Not long after Leng Fei's departure, Leng Hanyi came to this shabby little courtyard by herself, lighting a lamp.

The room lit up. Seeing Leng Feixue lying on the bed, covered in filth, a look of despise flashed across her eyes. She didn't know why, but she had wanted to come see her poor Third Sister tonight.