After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

He stood there quietly in the void, his clothes fluttering without wind, exuding the majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

The previously noisy crowd below instantly fell silent.

The middle-aged cultivator's gaze swept across the entire hall, and he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Everyone, do you understand the rules now?"

"This little world will be open for a total of seven days."

He paused, his expression becoming more serious:

"Let me emphasize again—within the secret realm, you can attack your fellow disciples, but you must not kill them!"

"Those who disobey orders will be severely punished!"

"The tokens issued to you by the sect can be crushed to instantly leave the small world. If you encounter danger that you cannot handle, do not be reckless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below responded in unison:

"yes!"

The middle-aged cultivator nodded, then flipped his wrist.

An ancient-looking token appeared in his palm.

The token was entirely black, covered with mysterious runes, and faintly exuded a chilling aura.

The middle-aged cultivator made a hand seal with one hand while chanting incantations.

next moment--

He suddenly threw the token towards the center of the square!

The token hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, beams of light shot into the sky from all around the square!

Intricate runes appeared on the ground, densely packed and layered, moving and spreading like living things!

The runes gathered and thickened, growing brighter and brighter, until finally—

"call out!"

A pink beam of light shot into the sky!

Within the pillar of light, a portal slowly took shape.

The gate was about three zhang high and about two zhang wide.

A faint pink halo shimmered at the edges, and the interior of the door was shrouded in mist, its depth indistinct.

A strange fragrance wafted out from the doorway.

The fragrance was sweet but not cloying, refreshing and delightful, yet it carried a hint of ambiguous charm that was hard to define.

Lin Fengmian took a gentle sniff and felt a slight warmth in his lower abdomen.

A thought struck him, and he quickly circulated his spiritual power to suppress the restlessness.

This fragrance... it actually has an aphrodisiac effect?

"The secret realm is now open!"

The middle-aged cultivator's voice rang out again.

As soon as the words were spoken, the cultivators in the square erupted in excitement!

One after another, figures rushed toward the portal, filing in and disappearing into the pink mist in an instant.

Lin Fengmian wasn't in a hurry. He waited until the people in front had walked quite a bit before slowly following them.

The moment I stepped through the door—

The familiar dizziness returned.

The world spun around me, and all I could see was chaos.

I don't know how much time passed—

"Bang."

Lin Fengmian landed on the ground and stood firmly.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

This is a strange little world.

The outermost layer is a dense forest, with towering trees and lush foliage, but the colors of the vegetation have a somewhat eerie and bewitching quality.

Some leaves are a bewitching deep purple, with an eerie red glow at the edges;

Some flowers are a bold, bright red, with petals layered upon each other, shaped like…

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched slightly.

That shape... it looks so much like some indescribable part of my body.

Even more strangely, the entire forest was filled with a faint pink mist.

The mist drifted and swirled, dreamlike and ethereal, yet it carried an ambiguous and inexplicable atmosphere.

Even the sky was a pale pink.

It was as if the whole world was shrouded in a thin veil of ambiguity.

Lin Fengmian was about to take a step forward—

Suddenly, a seductive voice reached my ears.

"Senior brother~ Come play~"

"Senior brother, I'm so itchy, can you help me?"

"If you help someone, they might give you one chance!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry and panting, making one's bones melt.

Lin Fengmian looked in the direction of the sound.

Within the pink mist, figures slowly coalesced and took shape.

There were scantily clad women, their exquisite curves faintly visible beneath the thin veils.

Some swayed their slender waists, their exquisite figures gently moving with the movements;

Some of them sucked on their fingers, their eyes sparkling with alluring charm;

Some have even begun to remove their already thin veils, revealing their fair and jade-like skin...

There were also men who were so handsome they were almost otherworldly.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his features were exquisite, and a wicked smile played at the corners of his lips.

They were bare-chested, with well-defined muscles, broad shoulders, narrow waists, and clearly defined abs.

Some of them were throwing flirtatious glances at the female cultivators;

Some even began to stroke their own bodies, letting out low, labored breaths…

Without exception, they were all...

The surrounding cultivators began to display their unique abilities.

Some closed their eyes, focusing on their nose and mind, while muttering incantations, clearly reciting a mantra for purifying the mind.

But those sounds seeped into my ears in every possible way.

"Yes, senior brother."

"Senior brother, why are you ignoring me...?"

Those cultivators who had originally kept their eyes closed gradually began to sweat, and their Adam's apples bobbed up and down.

Some opened their eyes, glanced at the phantoms, and quickly looked away, but the images were already imprinted in their minds and lingered there.

Not far from Lin Fengmian, a male cultivator was desperately trying to control himself.

He lowered his head, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

But just then—

A female cultivator appeared out of nowhere and silently floated behind him.

She leaned down, close to his ear, her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Senior brother~ Why aren't you looking at her?"

"Is there anything wrong with her/him looks?"

As she spoke, she gently blew a breath into his ear.

The male cultivator trembled and froze.

He gritted his teeth, frantically reminding himself—this is fake! This is fake!

But the pink mist entering the veins can greatly stimulate desire!

That warm breath, that charming voice, that faint fragrance... were magnified infinitely!

His rationality was being eroded little by little.

finally--

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the phantom before him.

The female priest looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of allure.

She raised her hand and gently removed the thin veil from her shoulder.

The veil slipped down.

He felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and he could no longer hold back!

"Senior sister—! Junior brother is here!"

He let out a low growl and pounced directly at the phantom!

however.

He missed his target.

The illusion was just that—an illusion. His hands passed through her body, and he staggered forward and fell.

next moment--

The phantom suddenly transformed into a pink streak of light and entered his body directly!

"Buzz!"

The male cultivator's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Those around them were immediately alarmed upon seeing this!