Chapter 704 What Will You Use to Compensate Me?!

Song Wanning grew suspicious. As she strolled about, she tried to pinpoint the source of the feeling that she was being watched.

After a few blocks, she finally locked onto a figure.

The person stayed behind her, keeping a steady distance, neither too far nor too close. They would occasionally buy something, putting on the appearance of a casual shopper out by coincidence.

Song Wanning took a look at the person and saw it wasn’t the Buddhist Practitioner, but a man she didn’t recognize.

But there was something strange about his posture.

It was as if he was afraid Song Wanning would recognize him.

’Could it be someone I know?’

Song Wanning remained on her guard, but pretended not to have noticed anything.

She continued to browse for a while longer before finding an inn to stay at.

And the man checked into the inn across the street.

For the next few days, Song Wanning didn’t leave her room at all. The man across the street seemed to grow impatient, repeatedly leaving and returning to his own inn.

Just as the man was reaching his breaking point, Song Wanning finally emerged. She first went to buy a few things, then leisurely consulted a map and left the city.

She walked farther and farther, the surroundings growing more and more desolate.

Song Wanning stopped abruptly, feigning surprise as she looked around.

"WHOOSH—"

A violent wind suddenly whipped up, sending countless fallen leaves and clouds of dust swirling into the sky.

Before she could move, sharp blades of energy erupted from the ground, hurtling toward Song Wanning.

Her expression hardened as she immediately drew her sword and slashed.

With a single slash, countless rays of light burst forth, shooting out in all directions.

But the deepest-hued ray shot with unerring precision toward a large tree.

"BOOM—"

The blades and rays of light collided, sending out ripples of energy that dispersed the violent wind.

Countless stones shattered. The large tree was sliced in two, the blade just grazing the man’s head...

A figure quickly stepped out, glaring at Song Wanning with a face full of resentment.

The wind died down, and everything fell silent.

The man and Song Wanning faced off, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Song Wanning..."

His voice was sinister, the malice within it enough to give one goosebumps.

"Who are you? Why don’t you dare show your true face?"

Song Wanning’s eyes narrowed. She had already guessed his identity, but she was still somewhat puzzled.

’Although there’s enmity between us, it shouldn’t have escalated to this point.’

"Hehehe—"

The man chuckled, then tore the mask from his face, revealing his true features.

It was none other than Feng San, who was supposed to be repenting in the Sea of Suffering.

Song Wanning wasn’t surprised by this revelation in the slightest.

’I only ascended recently and have just a few enemies, so the list of suspects is very short.’

But she hadn’t expected Feng San to be so petty as to try to kill her in secret.

"So it was you. Aren’t you supposed to be undergoing your punishment in the Sea of Suffering?"

Song Wanning feigned surprise, but her eyes were filled with a cold light.

’Since he’s delivered himself to my doorstep, there’s no reason to let him go.’

"Hmph, you must be feeling pretty smug, huh?"

A savage expression twisted Feng San’s face, and his gaze toward Song Wanning was filled with madness.

"It’s all your fault! I had a brilliant future ahead of me, and now you’ve ruined everything!"

"How are you going to repay me? How are you going to repay me?!!!"

Feng San was overwrought, glaring at Song Wanning as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

Song Wanning frowned. "If you think me defeating you is the same as ruining you, then I have nothing to say!"

"But contests have winners and losers. If your skills were lacking, you should have just focused on improving them. Why resort to ambushing me in secret?"

"Is this what Master Mu taught you?"

Her questions were sharp, and her eyes grew even colder.

She had originally thought Feng San was merely arrogant, but now she saw she had misjudged him.

But her words only made Feng San more agitated.

"What do you mean, ’defeating you is ruining me’? I, Feng San, can take a win and I can take a loss!"

Feng San was frantic, his face contorted with resentment.

"But why did you have to frame me?"

"Why?!!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his hatred for Song Wanning boiling over.

"I was my master’s most favored disciple, and now everything is ruined!"

"By the time I return from my punishment in the Sea of Suffering, it will all be over! Master’s legacy will have been passed on to them..."

"You’ve completely destroyed my future..."

Just the thought of his master’s disappointed gaze made Feng San’s heart ache fiercely.

His master had been in the process of choosing his ultimate successor, and he should have been the most promising candidate. Now, everything was ruined.

He grew increasingly agitated, but Song Wanning couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

"What do you mean, I framed you? What are you talking about?"

Song Wanning frowned. She recalled the incident where Feng San had assaulted a woman. ’Is that what he’s talking about?’

As realization dawned, her expression darkened instantly. This wasn’t someone framing Feng San—it was someone framing *her*!

"Stop pretending! You were the one who came to apologize to me, who invited me for a drink..."

"You drugged my wine, and that’s why I committed that terrible mistake..."

"You didn’t just ruin my future—you ruined my reputation for a lifetime!"

Feng San’s face was a mask of agony. This stain would follow him for the rest of his life, a constant subject of gossip.

And all this humiliation was because of Song Wanning!

"Feng San, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Song Wanning’s brow furrowed tighter, her mood souring with every word.

’So while I’ve been focused on my cultivation, someone has been plotting against me behind my back?’

’Could it be Situ Yue?’

"I’ve been in seclusion on Dan Dao Peak the entire time! Lan Yue and Senior Daoqing can both attest to that. You can go ask them!"

"Besides, you’re an Alchemy Cultivator. You were drugged and didn’t even realize it. Don’t you find that ridiculous?"

For Feng San, an Alchemy Cultivator himself, to have been drugged by someone sounded utterly absurd.

And that was precisely what pained Feng San the most.

"Of course they’d side with you! Do you think I’d believe their testimony?"

He had told his master the truth, but his master had called him an idiot!

He was even forbidden from revealing what had really happened, his master saying he didn’t want such a disgraceful matter to become public knowledge.

His master had simply told him in a cold voice that he would have no chance at the succession.

The memory of that indifferent expression still seemed to flash before his eyes.

’Why?’

’It clearly wasn’t my fault, yet I’m the one who has to bear all the consequences.’

"Even Master is on your side! He won’t let me tell anyone the truth."

"Song Wanning, what kind of Magic Power do you possess that makes everyone flock to you?"

His hatred was overwhelming.

His days of glory felt so recent, yet now, he had nothing.

And it was all Song Wanning’s fault!

"Song Wanning, you owe me! How will you ever repay me?"

He roared himself hoarse, venting the agony in his heart.

But Song Wanning’s expression grew increasingly grim.

"How could Mu Zixu possibly be on my side? Have you ever considered... that he did it on purpose?"