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

But he was just going to hand the person over like that—

Master Yunhe glanced at Lin Fengmian, then at Master Yinshan, feeling troubled.

Handing over the disciples would be a slap in the face to the Hehuan Sect, wouldn't it?

Who would dare to come to the Hehuan Sect in the future?

Just as Master Yunhe was hesitating—

Master Yinshan's gaze turned cold, and his voice became even more sinister:

"Old ghost Yunhe, if you don't believe me, you can ask everyone here! Was it really this boy who killed my great-grandson?"

Master Yunhe frowned even more deeply, about to speak—

A sinister voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Hehe, I can testify."

The crowd parted automatically, and a white figure slowly emerged.

He was a young man with a pale, almost transparent complexion, dressed in white, with handsome features and a strange smile on his lips.

It was the pale-faced cultivator who had just chased Lin Fengmian in the cave!

As soon as he stepped out, his gaze fell directly on Lin Fengmian. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, a morbid excitement flashing in his eyes.

"I saw it with my own eyes; this man killed those people."

His voice was hoarse and somewhat sticky, making people feel uncomfortable.

After saying that, he winked at Lin Fengmian, his eyes seeming to say: Little darling, let's see where you can run now.

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

This person is truly persistent!

And... he's really a pervert!

Upon hearing this, Master Yinshan revealed a smug sneer, looked at Master Yunhe, and spoke in an aggressive tone:

"With witnesses and physical evidence before us, old ghost Yunhe, what else do you have to say? If you don't hand over this boy today, my Yin family will definitely come to your Hehuan Sect to demand an explanation!"

The two men from the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor echoed this sentiment:

"That's right! If you can't hand over the person, we'll go and sit in meditation in front of the Hehuan Sect's gate!"

"Although my White Bone Sect is a small sect, we will not tolerate the needless deaths of our disciples!"

Master Yunhe's face was ashen, and his brows were furrowed.

He wasn't afraid of the White Bone Sect or the Black Wind Manor; he didn't even consider those two third-rate sects a threat.

Ke Yin Family —

The Yin family is one of the five major Core Formation families in the Zhao Kingdom. Although their strength is far inferior to that of the Hehuan Sect, they are still a powerful force in their own right.

If Master Yinshan uses this as an excuse to unite with other families to put pressure on the Hehuan Sect...

What's more troublesome is that the three major sects of Zhao were already at odds with each other.

The Heavenly Profound Holy Land has always coveted the Joyful Union Sect. If the Yin family were to show goodwill to the Heavenly Profound Holy Land, the Heavenly Profound Holy Land would certainly be happy to go along with it and create some trouble for the Joyful Union Sect.

Master Yunhe weighed the pros and cons in his mind and was at a loss for words.

The surrounding cultivators also noticed the tense atmosphere and retreated, afraid of being drawn into it.

Lin Fengmian stood beside Master Yunhe, his face calm, but his mind was racing.

He glanced at Yinshan Zhenren, then at the pale-faced youth, and sneered inwardly.

This witness came at just the right time.

It's probably not as simple as just giving testimony.

Just when the atmosphere reached its peak—

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out.

"My husband would never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

A graceful figure emerged from among the disciples of the Hehuan Sect and walked slowly to Lin Fengmian's side.

Today she wore a light blue long dress, the fabric of which was thin and light, like clouds and mist. The hem of the dress was embroidered with delicate silver thread patterns, which shimmered like water as she walked.

A matching silk sash was tied around her waist, perfectly outlining her slender waist.

Above her waist, her proud breasts were full and round, almost bursting out from under the thin fabric of her clothes. They trembled slightly with her steps, causing the male cultivators around her to stare wide-eyed.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few strands falling on either side of her fair cheeks, making her exquisite face even more beautiful and captivating.

Who else could it be but Nangong Li?

She walked to Lin Fengmian's side, naturally reached out, and gently took his arm.

The movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest awkwardness, as if they had been done hundreds or thousands of times.

She slightly raised her head, her clear, cold eyes sweeping over Yinshan Zhenren, the White Bone Sect elder, and the burly man from Black Wind Manor, finally landing on the pale-faced youth, her gaze filled with disdain.

"My husband is upright and honest, and he never kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Her voice was cool, yet exceptionally firm:

"In the secret realm, the struggle for opportunities inevitably leads to death and injury."

She paused, her gaze fixed directly on Yinshan Zhenren, showing no fear whatsoever:

"Is your Yin family trying to bully us by abusing your power?"

These words caused an uproar once again!

"Husband?! Fairy Nangong called that boy 'husband'?!"

"Holy crap! Fairy Nangong is the legitimate daughter of the Nangong family, and one of the Holy Maidens of the Joyous Union Sect! She actually... already has a Daoist partner?!"

"That Lin Fengmian? What makes him so special?!"

"Damn it, how many bewitching beauties has this kid done? The eldest daughter of the Su family just left, and now Fairy Nangong is here!"

"Still calling me 'husband'... This... this is simply..."

Countless envious gazes were like knives stabbing into Lin Fengmian.

The male cultivators' eyes turned red; they wished they could devour Lin Fengmian alive.

What gives this kid the right?!

Why is it that the eldest daughter of the Su family is so fond of him, and why does Fairy Nangong call him husband?!

These cultivators, who have toiled for years, can't even win the favor of a single fairy, yet this kid has two beauties on his left and right, and they're all top-tier beauties!

Is there any justice in this world?!

Lin Fengmian felt those burning gazes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Was this woman doing it on purpose?

Nangong Li seemed oblivious to those gazes, simply holding his arm tightly, looking up at him with a rare tenderness in her cool eyes.

"My husband, with me here, no one can bully you."

Lin Fengmian looked at her, and his heart warmed.

This woman, though usually arrogant and aloof, is truly reliable in crucial moments.

Master Yinshan's expression grew increasingly gloomy after being publicly contradicted by a junior like Nangong Li.

He snorted coldly, his gaze turning sinister as he looked at Nangong Li, his voice icy:

"Nangong family's little girl, get out of my way!"

His aura suddenly erupted, and a terrifying pressure swept towards Nangong Li!

"Even the old men of your Nangong family have to address me as 'Senior'! How dare you, a mere junior, be so insolent in front of me?!"

The oppressive force was like a mountain, pressing down on Nangong Li!

Lin Fengmian's expression changed, and he was about to stand in front of her—

Nangong Li remained motionless, only slightly raising his head, his clear and cold eyes staring directly at Yinshan Zhenren without the slightest hesitation.

"senior?"

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice cool and tinged with mockery:

"I, Nangong Li, have seen plenty of seniors who rely on their age and seniority."

"you--!"

Master Yinshan's face turned ashen; he was about to erupt in anger—