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

The pale-faced cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted!

The power of this palm print far exceeded his expectations!

That intense aura actually made even a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him feel a slight tremor in his heart!

He dared not be careless any longer and quickly activated his spiritual power, condensing a thick layer of protective spiritual light on his body.

The spiritual light was so solid it was almost tangible, gleaming with a faint silver luster in the sunlight, clearly indicating its formidable defensive power.

However, he underestimated the power of the Nine Yang Divine Seal.

"boom--!"

The golden palm print slammed into the protective aura, producing a deafening roar!

A burst of intense light exploded, and a wave of heat swept outwards like a tsunami!

The pale-faced cultivator's protective aura trembled violently, emitting a series of crisp "crackling" sounds—

Cracks, like a spider web, spread across the surface of the aura!

The pale-faced cultivator's expression changed drastically!

His protective aura can even withstand attacks from a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection expert!

How could this kid's palm print be so powerful?!

"Break it!"

Lin Fengmian roared, and the golden light on his palm print surged once more!

"Click—"

The protective aura shattered instantly!

The golden palm print, its momentum undiminished, hurtled straight toward the white-faced cultivator's face!

At the critical moment—

A small shield, no bigger than a palm, suddenly flew out from the chest of the pale-faced cultivator!

The small shield was pitch black, its surface covered with mysterious runes. It grew as it faced the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge shield, three feet square, gleaming with a ghostly light, firmly blocking the white-faced cultivator's path!

"boom--!"

The golden palm print slammed into the shield, exploding into a dazzling golden light wave!

The shield, made of an unknown material, withstood the attack, though a few shallow cracks appeared on its surface.

However, the aftershocks of the palm print still penetrated the shield and slammed into the white-faced cultivator!

"puff--"

The pale-faced cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, and was so shaken that he staggered back several steps, his face becoming even paler.

He glanced down at the shield on his chest, then at the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. Instead of anger, his eyes gleamed with even greater excitement.

This process, though it sounds long, actually only takes a few seconds.

After delivering that palm strike, Lin Fengmian did not linger in the fight.

He knew that although the Nine Yang Divine Seal was extremely powerful, it also consumed a terrifying amount of energy.

With his current cultivation level, he can only strike twice at most. After the second strike, he won't even be able to stand up straight.

Moreover, the small shield's defensive power was truly astonishing; it could even block the Nine Yang Divine Seal, so continuing to attack would be futile.

Therefore, the moment he released the palm print, he had already begun his next move.

Five flying swords flew back simultaneously, circling around him, their tips pointing outwards and their blades humming.

"White Light Sword Escape!"

Lin Fengmian made a hand seal, and the five flying swords simultaneously erupted with a dazzling white sword light!

The sword light enveloped him completely, transforming him into a streak of light that shot towards the cave exit like a meteor!

Its speed was several times faster than his full-speed sword flight!

This is the escape technique recorded in the "Starfall Sword Manual"—White Light Sword Escape!

Using the flying sword as a guide, one merges with the sword, transforming into a beam of sword light and flying away at extremely high speed, but also consuming a great deal of energy, and can only fly in a straight line, unable to turn.

But at this moment, it's the perfect tool for escaping.

Lin Fengmian transformed into a white streak of light, speeding across the sky above the secret realm, the wind whistling in his ears as the scenery rushed past.

He flew away while cursing under his breath.

This dilapidated cave is open to anyone who wants to go!

He'd rather die than come!

Behind him, the pale-faced cultivator watched the departing white streak of light. Instead of getting angry, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bloodstains left at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a sickly light.

"Such abundant yang energy, and such a powerful cultivation technique..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse but filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I must have this man!"

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a swift movement, he transformed into a black shadow, chasing after the direction where Lin Fengmian had disappeared!

Although he was a rogue cultivator, he had managed to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, which meant he had encountered many extraordinary opportunities.

In his early years, he obtained a fragmented cultivation technique from an ancient ruin. The technique was extremely evil, and after practicing it, his temperament would gradually become distorted, and his interest in men would grow stronger.

Ordinary men were beneath his notice, but Lin Fengmian—with his extremely pure Yang energy—was like a lighthouse in the darkness and a spring in the desert, captivating him completely.

I must have him!

A mad glint flashed in his eyes, and his speed increased dramatically once again!

Lin Fengmian did not stop along the way.

Although the speed of the White Light Sword Escape was fast, its duration was limited, and he had to find a safe place before that.

finally--

The view ahead suddenly opened up, and a huge gate of light appeared before us.

That's the exit from the secret realm!

Lin Fengmian was overjoyed and increased his speed again, plunging headlong into the light gate.

A flash of white light appeared before my eyes, and then the world spun around me.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing outside the secret realm, with familiar land beneath his feet and a blue sky above his head.

Around the four corners of the room, groups of monks sat or stood, some counting their spoils, some healing their wounds, and some talking in hushed tones.

Lin Fengmian let out a long breath and was about to find a place to rest—

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this our great hero Lin?"

That voice was charming with a touch of languor, yet within that languor lay a hint of gritted teeth.

Lin Fengmian turned his head to look.

Not far away, a slender figure stood with her arms crossed, her beautiful eyes looking at him with a half-smile.

The woman wore a light purple long dress with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, and a matching silk sash tied around her waist, which accentuated her slender waist.

Her proud breasts, encased in clothing, rose high and rose slightly with her breath, attracting frequent glances from the male cultivators around her.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully falling on either side of her face, making her delicate, doll-like face even more beautiful and charming.

If it's not Su Zhenzhen, then who else could it be?

The moment their eyes met, it felt as if lightning was about to strike the air.

Su Zhenzhen rolled her beautiful eyes, then strode over to Lin Fengmian in three quick steps, poked his chest with her jade-like finger, and gritted her teeth, saying:

"Lin Fengmian! You bastard!"

With each tap she made, the volume increased by one notch.

"They actually left me there and ran off!"

Tap it again.

"Are you even a man?!"

Tap it again.

"I almost got killed by those disgusting guys—"

She became increasingly angry as she spoke, and her eyes even reddened.

Lin Fengmian felt a sharp pain in his chest from her poking, and quickly took a step back to avoid her clutches, saying irritably: