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

Lin Fengmian remained calm and unhurried, spreading his hands with an innocent expression:

"How am I talking nonsense? Didn't we agree to give you a title? You don't have to give it to me, I can give it to you."

"you--!"

Su Zhenzhen was so angry she couldn't speak. She took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the family elder without looking back, her voice icy:

"Uncle Fu, let's go!"

She walked quickly, her skirt fluttering, her slender waist twisting with a hint of gritted teeth and annoyance.

The old man in black robes glanced at Lin Fengmian, a cryptic glint flashing in his deep eyes, before withdrawing his gaze and following Su Zhenzhen as she transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

Lin Fengmian watched the departing figure, a smile playing on his lips.

This little girl, she thinks she can fight him?

It's still a long way off.

He dusted off his robes, preparing to leave this place of trouble—

Suddenly, an extremely cold aura descended from the sky!

The aura was icy cold, like a frigid pool in the deepest abyss, instantly enveloping an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius!

Lin Fengmian felt his whole body stiffen, and the circulation of spiritual energy in his body slowed down. A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

He looked up sharply.

A black figure slowly descended from mid-air.

It was an old man.

He wore a black Taoist robe with dark red patterns embroidered on the hem. His face was gaunt, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a pair of eyes as sinister as a venomous snake.

He hovered in mid-air, without any spiritual energy fluctuations around him, yet he gave people a suffocating feeling as if they were facing an abyss.

Lin Fengmian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Core Formation True Person!

Moreover, this aura was even stronger than that of Core Formation cultivators like True Person Yunhe and True Person Xuanming, and the oppressive feeling it brought him was even more terrifying!

The black-robed elder's gaze was like a cold knife, fixed on Lin Fengmian, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper rubbing together:

"You little beast, how dare you kill my great-grandson! Today, I, the True Man of Yinshan, will make you pay for this in blood!"

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat.

Yinshan Zhenren? Great-grandson?

When did I ever kill his great-grandson?

Lin Fengmian's mind raced, and suddenly—

He recalled the palm strike he had delivered in the cave.

The aftershocks of the Nine Yang Divine Seal sent many cultivators flying.

He was only focused on escaping and didn't pay any attention to those affected by the aftershocks.

Could it be... that palm strike killed the great-grandson of Yinshan Zhenren?

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched, and he inwardly groaned.

This is fucking...

Before he could even open his mouth to defend himself—

Two more powerful auras rushed in from the horizon!

"And my White Bone Sect disciples! They too died at this brat's hands!"

A sharp voice rang out, and a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a black robe with white bone patterns and a sinister face landed to the side, staring coldly at Lin Fengmian.

"And my Black Wind Manor disciples! A disciple just sent word that this bastard was the one who did it!"

Another burly man with a face full of scars and a muscular build descended from the sky, carrying a large, black sword with a faint black mist swirling around its blade.

Three powerful auras, like three mountains, pressed down on Lin Fengmian!

Core Formation True Person!

A fake immortal!

There's also a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator!

The three auras intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure that made it extremely difficult for Lin Fengmian to even move, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

Lin Fengmian's forehead veins bulged, and he clenched his teeth.

The cultivators who had been watching the spectacle all kept their distance, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

But some people watched this scene with schadenfreude, whispering among themselves:

"Heh heh, this kid's done for. He's offended Master Yinshan, the patriarch of the Yin family!"

"The Yin family is one of the five great Core Formation families in the Zhao Kingdom. Although they can't compare to the three major sects, they are not to be trifled with!"

"Tsk tsk, killing someone's great-grandson, isn't that just courting death?"

"In my opinion, this kid probably won't be leaving today..."

Hearing the whispers, Lin Fengmian's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly groaned inwardly.

How many people did he kill with that palm strike?

Why are the great-grandson of Yinshan Zhenren, the disciple of the White Bone Sect, and the disciple of Black Wind Manor all seeking him out?

Just as tensions were about to rise—

An old yet deep voice suddenly rang out!

"That's enough!"

A figure flew out from among the disciples of the Hehuan Sect and landed in front of Lin Fengmian.

That was an elderly man with white hair, a gaunt face, and a powerful aura; he was none other than Master Yunhe, the leader of the Hehuan Sect!

His body surged with spiritual energy, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted, completely blocking the pressure from the three Yinshan True Man!

Lin Fengmian felt the pressure on his body suddenly ease, let out a long breath, and the cold sweat on his forehead slowly dripped down.

Master Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Master Yinshan and the other two. His expression darkened slightly, and his voice carried an imposing authority without being angry:

"Gentlemen, what do you mean by this dispute between juniors?"

He paused, then raised his voice slightly:

"Within the secret realm, the struggle for opportunities depends on individual skill! Casualties are inevitable! Do you think our Joyful Union Sect is powerless, coming here to interrogate us like this?"

Although Master Yunhe's words were polite, his attitude was extremely firm.

Although the Hehuan Sect is not known for its combat strength, it is one of the three major sects of Zhao State, with a profound foundation. How could a few third-rate sects and a Core Formation family easily manipulate it?

Upon hearing this, Master Yinshan snorted coldly, showing no respect whatsoever:

"Old ghost Yunhe, don't try to intimidate me with the Hehuan Sect!"

He stared at Lin Fengmian with a cold gaze, his voice like the spitting of a venomous snake:

"It's one thing for a cultivator to die, but that was my great-great-grandson, the most outstanding member of the Yin family in this generation! If we act as if nothing happened, how can I, the Yin family's true master, have the face to stand in the Zhao Kingdom?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose:

"If your Hehuan Sect doesn't hand over this child today, don't blame my Yin family for coming to your sect to demand an explanation!"

Master Yunhe frowned deeply.

He glanced at Lin Fengmian and inwardly groaned.

This kid really knows how to cause trouble!

Offended three forces at once—

Although the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor are only third-rate sects, they still have Core Formation cultivators in charge.

The Yin family is one of the five major Core Formation families in the Zhao Kingdom. Although they are far weaker than the Hehuan Sect, they are not to be trifled with.

Moreover, the title "great-great-grandson" of Yinshan Zhenren carries considerable weight.

In the world of cultivation, the most important things are cause and effect, and the inheritance of bloodlines.

Killing one's own great-grandson is indeed a deep-seated grudge.

What's more troublesome is that Master Yinshan is in the right.

The State of Zhao is a righteous country that emphasizes "reason" in everything.

Although the cultivation world ultimately prioritizes strength, the outward appearance of righteousness must still be maintained.

If Master Yinshan were to cause trouble at the Hehuan Sect, the Hehuan Sect would not look good.