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

Lin Fengmian paused in his steps.

Seeing this, the young man thought that mentioning Ye Fan's name had worked, and quickly added:

"Let me tell you, Senior Brother Ye Fan is the Holy Son of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land! A prodigy in the late Foundation Establishment stage! If you kill me, he will make you wish you were dead—"

Lin Fengmian didn't let him finish speaking.

He merely raised an eyebrow slightly and repeated the name:

"Ye Fan?"

The young man nodded repeatedly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes:

"That's right! It's Senior Brother Ye Fan! If you know what's good for you, let me go now, and I can pretend nothing happened—"

However, he hadn't finished speaking—

Lin Fengmian smiled.

That smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down the young man's spine.

"If you hadn't mentioned Ye Fan, I might have spared your life."

Lin Fengmian's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling undercurrent:

"After all, the Hehuan Sect has a clear rule against killing fellow disciples. If I really killed you, I wouldn't be able to explain it back home."

He paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold:

"But since you're Ye Fan's lackey—"

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fengmian threw a punch!

The young man's pupils constricted, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something—

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

A solid punch lands!

The young man's head exploded like a watermelon!

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

The headless corpse swayed, then fell to the ground with a thud, and remained silent.

With the death of the array's core, the light curtain that enveloped the surroundings suddenly trembled!

The ten-person formation, having lost its core, instantly fell into disarray!

The light curtain trembled violently, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

The light curtain shattered with a deafening roar!

The remaining nine cultivators were now deathly pale!

With the formation's core breached, each of them suffered a backlash, their spiritual energy becoming disordered and their blood and qi churning!

Seeing Lin Fengmian's gaze sweep over them, how could they dare to linger any longer?

"run!"

Someone shouted, and the nine people turned to flee!

however--

Lin Fengmian will not give them that chance.

With a flash, he unleashed the Nine Transformations of Illusion once more!

The figure in the green robe moved through the crowd like a ghost, and every time he appeared, he threw a punch!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of muffled thuds rang out!

One punch, one kill!

Clean and efficient!

The power of a second-tier body cultivator was utterly overwhelming in front of these cultivators who were only at the late stage of Qi Refining or the early stage of Foundation Establishment!

Within a few breaths, all nine men collapsed, lifeless.

Lin Fengmian shook the blood off his fist and let out a long breath.

He looked down at the young man's corpse, then at the other nine people, and let out a soft snort.

Ye Fan.

I've made a mental note of this.

Once we leave this small world, we'll definitely go find that so-called Holy Son and settle the score.

Lin Fengmian snapped out of his thoughts and bent down to pick up the storage bags of those people one by one.

They then removed the tokens from their bodies.

He glanced down at his jade pendant—

The numbers above are skyrocketing!

Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a smile.

Although this trip to the secret realm encountered some troubles, the gains were substantial.

He carefully put away his spoils and turned to look at the three Xiong brothers.

The three people were standing there dumbfounded, their eyes wide open and their mouths agape.

They saw what just happened clearly.

The eldest brother took down all ten of them with just a few punches and kicks.

There were ten people! Among them were Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Xiong Da swallowed hard, his gaze towards Lin Fengmian shifting from admiration to worship:

"B-Big brother...you're too awesome..."

Xiong Er and Xiong San nodded repeatedly, their eyes sparkling.

Lin Fengmian smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Alright, stop flattering us. Pack up and let's get going."

"Yes, brother!"

The three responded in unison, their voices even louder than before.

Lin Fengmian turned around and looked towards the depths of the secret realm.

Dual cultivation techniques on the stone wall...

He was really looking forward to it.

at the same time.

Not far away, two beautiful figures were hiding behind a giant tree, watching the crushing battle that had just taken place.

"Senior sister, this person is incredibly cruel..."

Su Zhenzhen covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at the figure in the green robe.

Her tone was tinged with surprise, but her rosy cheeks and bright eyes clearly conveyed another meaning.

She bit her lip, her voice softening unconsciously:

"But... why do I seem to like him more and more?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Qian's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration.

She was a few years older than her junior sister and had seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, cultivators, but only a handful of them had caught her eye.

But this man in front of me...

That overwhelming strength, that ruthless decisiveness, and that excessively handsome face...

Tang Qian's gaze lingered on that figure, secretly marveling at it.

This kind of man is simply the perfect Daoist partner.

Not only does he possess a Pure Yang Holy Body, a rare find even in a millennium, but his combat power is also terrifying. Even more remarkable is the composure and demeanor he exudes in every gesture—

He stood there, as if he had everything under control.

And... he's so handsome!

Tang Qian licked her slightly dry lips, and a sudden impulse welled up in her heart.

If I could become his Daoist partner...

"Senior sister! What are you thinking about!"

Su Zhenzhen's voice pulled her back from her reverie.

Tang Qian came to her senses and saw her junior sister puffing out her cheeks, looking at her warily.

"N-nothing," she coughed lightly, suppressing the romantic feelings in her heart.

"Let's hurry up and leave, there are too many people around here."

Su Zhenzhen didn't move, still staring at the figure in green, her eyes full of stars.

"Senior sister, shouldn't we go say hello?"

"What are you doing greeting me!" Tang Qian said irritably, tapping her on the head.

"What kind of talk is it for a girl like you to rush in like that?"

Su Zhenzhen covered her head and gave a pitiful "Oh".

But her eyes still lingered on that figure.

……

Lin Fengmian was squatting on the ground, opening the storage bags of the ten people one by one, and counting their spoils.

Spirit stones, elixirs, magical artifacts, talismans...

A jumble of random things was piled up on the floor.

He glanced at it briefly and then lost interest.

These items are of average quality; they won't fetch much money if you bring them back.

He was quite satisfied with the numbers on the ten tokens, though.

He compared his token with the ten tokens one by one, and saw the numbers on them rise rapidly—

Finally, the focus settled on a number that even made him raise an eyebrow.

Three thousand!

Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a smile.

Three thousand points!

This is much faster than mining magic crystals yourself!