Feng Heyun continued to ramble on, trying to maintain his "senior brother" aura.

However, the next moment, Shen Sangruo's aura exploded, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose by several degrees.

Having a fire elemental root is great; you can even materialize anger.

Feng Heyun's eyes widened as a fireball hurtled towards him.

With Lu Shiqing on his back, he was not agile to begin with, and in a moment of dodge, he was blasted out of the door by the fireball.

The strike was precise, deliberately avoiding any of the furnishings inside the house.

Even without Lu Shiqing as a burden, he and Lu Shiqing combined would not be a match for Shen Sangruo.

Feng Heyun's clothes were burned with a large hole in the chest, and the state of the flesh underneath is self-evident.

He fell backward, and Lu Shiqing behind him became his human cushion, being hit hard again and almost spitting out blood.

Ignoring his own pain, Feng Heyun stared in disbelief at Shen Sangruo, who had attacked him.

Just for a tattered handkerchief?

His face was filled with incomprehension.

The other person slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with a chilling gaze that seemed to want to engulf him.

"A tattered handkerchief?" Shen Sangruo sneered. "Is your friendship with me that important? Even if you combined your lives, it wouldn't be worth half the value of this handkerchief!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Heyun's shock was replaced by a surge of anger.

Lu Shiqing's eyes were filled with insane jealousy.

The various Gu worms on his body are similar to the Seven Emotions Gu, which is driven by emotions, while these Gu worms are driven by feelings.

At this moment, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his emotions were close to spiraling out of control.

With all his might, he shouted out a few words, "Who gave you this handkerchief?!"

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"What's it to you?" Shen Sanruo replied lightly, her tone mocking and indifferent.

In comparison, Lu Shiqing appears to be a madman who has gone mad.

Feng Heyun didn't care who gave him the handkerchief. In his eyes, even if it was given to him by the Heavenly King himself, they would have to give way to him.

"You've really gone too far!" Feng Heyun roared. "What do you mean our lives aren't worth as much as this tattered handkerchief?! Chen Sangruo, are you insane?!"

Then he drew his natal spirit sword and assumed a fighting stance.

"If you continue to attack, I'm telling you right now, don't blame me for disregarding our past brother-sister relationship!"

This was his final reminder to her!

Shen Sanruo simply said, "It's always been you who's crazy."

With the feather fan firmly in his hand, he showed no sign of wavering or backing down, determined to pursue this matter to the end.

Feng Heyun gritted his teeth, "Damn it! You're really insane!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Sangruo's attack came at him once again.

He was just bluffing; he didn't really want to fight her, mainly because he couldn't beat her.

But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and face it head-on.

Shen Sangruo deliberately led the battlefield to an open area to avoid affecting nearby houses as much as possible.

However, after only a few rounds of fighting, Feng Heyun was clearly at a disadvantage.

Perhaps because of the multiple bruises on his body, he felt unusually depressed.

Seeing that Shen Sanruo's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, Feng Heyun leaped away to create distance between them.

Fine, consider it as him owing her, paying back the debt for that slap he gave her back then, he won't hold it against her!

He increasingly felt that Shen Sanruo was just using the incident from back then as an excuse to make a fuss. He had only grabbed that tattered handkerchief; what was there to be angry about?

Then he shouted, "How about I apologize to you for that handkerchief?"

On one hand, there was the difference in their cultivation levels, and on the other hand, he had lost the will to continue fighting.

At this moment, Feng Heyun's clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and his brows showed a hint of dejection, like a wilted eggplant.

They were utterly pathetic, a far cry from the former glory and arrogance of Lingxiao Zhenren's first disciple.

Seeing that he had already made him pay a sufficient price, Shen Sangruo put down the feather fan she was about to wave.

She said to him, "Speak louder."

The rain was almost stopped, but the commotion drew everyone in the village to stop and watch.

He was very concerned about his reputation, yet Shen Sangruo made him apologize with a handkerchief in front of so many people, which was a great humiliation to him.

Under everyone's gaze, Feng Heyun's face had turned a deep purplish-red.

He remained motionless for a long time, his gaze towards Shen Sangruo seeming to condemn her for being so cruel to him.

Shen Sangruo remained unmoved, and instead raised the feather fan in her hand.

They seemed ready to continue their attack if he didn't apologize.

Feng Heyun felt humiliated, angry, and an inexplicable sense of frustration.

He finally apologized, with a hint of sullenness: "I, Feng Heyun, solemnly apologize to you for that handkerchief, is that enough? Are you satisfied now?"

Shen Sangruo simply put away the feather fan, without saying another word or giving Feng Heyun any further glances.

Seeing that the battle was finally over, the villagers mustered up the courage to come up and ask questions.

A villager who was familiar with Chen Sanruo walked up to her. He was also the homeowner who had received her and Feng Heyun.

"Miss Chen, what's going on? Don't you look like you know them?"

How did they suddenly start fighting?

Before she could speak, Feng Heyun, standing to the side, curled her lip and said sourly, "We wouldn't dare to know her. Her 'acquaintance' is that handkerchief."

Shen Sanruo still didn't look at him, and replied to the homeowner, "We are acquaintances, but they are my enemies."

This sentence broke Feng Heyun's sullen spirit, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"We are clearly..."

Senior and junior disciples? Disciples of the same sect?

But Chen Sanruo was no longer at Zhenlin Peak, and her status as a disciple of Feiyun Sect had been revoked.

Feng Heyun racked his brains but couldn't think of a suitable address, which made him feel even more frustrated.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out, "Anyway, we're not enemies. Don't listen to her nonsense. She's just throwing a tantrum. We're actually..."

He pulled the homeowner aside and went on and on to explain their relationship, saying that they were getting along very well.

He could not accept Shen Sanruo cutting ties with them, let alone talking about some fictitious enemy relationship. Isn't that pure nonsense?

While he was talking, Shen Sanruo left a high-grade spirit stone as "venue fee" for the fight and then left.

By the time Feng Heyun came to her senses, she had already disappeared from the scene.

"No, where is Chen Sangruo?"

He immediately wanted to chase after him, but his own injuries and Lu Shiqing's unconsciousness due to excessive emotional excitement forced him to slow down and rest in the village.

He sighed sadly.

Who would have thought that after finally meeting Chen Sangruo, it would end like this?