Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing stood aside, momentarily stunned by Liu Tingting's words, as if they had been struck by a spell, with a flash of complex, indescribable emotion on their faces, a mix of confusion and surprise.

Soon after, an undeniable joy quietly climbed onto their faces.

Gong Simeng secretly rejoiced in her heart, as if seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness, "Fortunately, it turns out Feiyang and she have no real connection. It seems my persistent efforts weren't in vain—I am Feiyang's only wife."

Lin Wanqing silently thanked Liu Tingting in her heart, "It's really thanks to her that things took such an unexpected turn. Maybe there's still a chance between him and me."

At this moment, a butterfly fluttered past them lightly, feeling out of place in the tense, oppressive atmosphere. The butterfly flapped its colorful, dazzling wings, like a bright star in the dark, particularly conspicuous.

On the nearby grassland, a few nameless small flowers swayed gently in the wind. Despite the surrounding murderous air, they stubbornly bloomed, adding a fragile vitality to this cruel battlefield.

After a brief moment of sadness, Yili's heart was ablaze with anger, like an erupting volcano, hot and fierce.

She rushed to Shi Feiyang in a few steps, her eyes red with anger and sorrow, like burning flames. She shouted angrily, "Shi Feiyang, you're a scoundrel! You hid several past marriages from me. I must have been blind to ever trust you!"

Her voice was thick with a sob, yet filled with furious strength, each word forced out through clenched teeth, dripping with endless resentment and disappointment.

Everyone around was stunned by her sudden outburst of anger. For a moment, it was as if the air had been ignited, saturated with the intense smell of gunpowder.

In the sky, the clouds grew thicker, like a heavy quilt pressing down on everyone's heads. Occasionally, a weak lightning flickered through the clouds, flashing past like a phantom, not bringing any hope, but rather intensifying the already tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, at the mountaintop, a strange Buddhist light faintly appeared and disappeared. The light, which should symbolize peace and tranquility, in this chaotic situation gave a sense of illusion laden with oppression, as if fate was cruelly mocking everyone.

Liu Tingting, seeing this, was overjoyed, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey, "This Yili really can't hold her temper, but it's better this way. My plan can come to fruition even faster."

She immediately seized the opportunity, naturally and skillfully looping her arm through Shi Feiyang's, nestling up to him like a small bird, her face beaming with a sweetness that was almost fake, as if she and Shi Feiyang were truly a deeply loving couple, inseparable.

She coyly said, "Feiyang, how can these people talk about you like this?" As she spoke, she slyly glanced at Yili from the corner of her eye, seeing Yili's increasingly angry and twisted expression, feeling secretly pleased, like a cat that got the cream.

At the same time, she subtly glanced at the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, a glint of greed in her eyes, hoping they would see her and Shi Feiyang's closeness, making it easier to gain their trust in the future and trick them, thinking to herself, "Once I gain your trust, you will all be mine, and that supreme power will also be mine to command."

At this moment, the sunlight broke through the clouds again, struggling to shine on them, but the light couldn't dispel the surrounding tension and hostility.

That beam of sunlight was like a powerless sword, forcing its way through the heavy clouds, yet in this scene full of contradiction and conflict, it appeared so small and pale.

Meanwhile, a falcon circled overhead, letting out a piercing, sharp cry.

That cry seemed like a wail from hell, adding more drama and tragic color to this farce.

Nun Chixia witnessed this scene, her face instantly darkened like the sky before a storm, extremely ugly.

Her brows furrowed tightly, like a mountain about to collapse, her eyes filled with a complex mix of disappointment and anger.

She snorted coldly, her voice like frost and snow of winter, carrying a biting chill, sweeping away with a flick of her sleeve, saying, "I didn't expect Donor Shi to be like this; this old nun truly misjudged."

The movement of her sleeve was decisive and firm, as if trying to wave away everything related to Shi Feiyang from her sight.

Liao Ran and Ruo Ran, two beautiful nuns, also rushed to rebuke Shi Feiyang, Ruo Ran pointing straight at Shi Feiyang with her finger, that finger like a sharp sword, loudly saying, "Get lost quickly, and stop polluting the sanctity of our Hengshan Sect!"

Her voice was sharp and full of anger, echoing in the quiet mountain area, lingering for a long time.

The surrounding flowers and grasses shook violently in the wind, as if frightened and trembling by this sudden change.

Several wildflowers were blown down by the strong wind, with their fragile petals scattered on the ground like delicate butterflies, becoming innocent victims of this chaos. In the corner of the temple, an ancient ginkgo tree dropped its golden leaves in the wind, like an old man silently sighing, mourning for this dispute.

Facing the resolution of Yili and Hengshan Sect's disciples, Shi Feiyang felt utterly helpless, as if trapped in a dark mire, unable to extricate himself.

He could only lead his group down the mountain heavily and slowly, every step seeming to carry a burden of a thousand pounds.

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