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

"Fairy Nangong".

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out.

It didn't come from afar, but from within the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a graceful white figure walking out.

She wore a moon-white long dress, a light veil over her face, her black hair cascading down her back, and her figure was graceful.

Although her face was not clearly visible, her aloof and otherworldly temperament made her instantly recognizable as Xiao Xiyue.

She walked to Nangong Li's side and stood beside her, her clear, cold eyes looking at Yinshan Zhenren, her voice indifferent:

"Fairy Nangong, this matter has nothing to do with you."

She paused, her gaze slightly narrowed:

"I killed that person."

These words caused an uproar in the room!

"What? Fairy Xiao said she killed him?"

"What... what exactly is going on?"

"Could it be that the murderer wasn't Lin Fengmian, but Xiao Xiyue?"

murmurs rose and fell, and everyone looked at Xiao Xiyue with surprise and doubt.

Master Yinshan was also stunned. He glanced at Xiao Xiyue and snorted coldly:

"Little girl from the Xiao family, stop taking the blame for others! I saw it with my own eyes; that boy was the one who killed him!"

Xiao Xiyue's expression remained unchanged, still aloof and cold:

"You saw it with your own eyes? What methods did you see him use to kill him? What techniques did he employ? What moves did he make?"

Yinshan Zhenren was speechless.

Where did he see it with his own eyes?

He only knew that his great-grandson had died, but he had no idea how he had died.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiyue's lips curled into a slight, mocking smile:

"Since you didn't see anything, what makes you so sure my husband killed him?"

"you--!"

Master Yinshan was choked again, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and swept his sinister gaze over Xiao Xiyue and Nangong Li, sneering:

"Very well, very well, you people from the Joyful Union Sect are quite eloquent!"

He turned to look at Master Yunhe, his voice icy:

"Old ghost Yunhe, since your Hehuan Sect insists on protecting the murderer, then I have nothing more to say."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose several decibels:

"But a life for a life is a matter of course! I will definitely take this matter to the Heavenly Profound Holy Land and let the Holy Lord judge it!"

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

"Yes! Our White Bone Sect will also go to the Heavenly Profound Holy Land to demand an explanation!"

"My Black Wind Manor is one of them!"

Master Yunhe's expression turned even more unpleasant.

If the Yin family really joins forces with the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor to report this matter to the Heavenly Profound Holy Land...

The Heavenly Profound Holy Land has always coveted the Joyful Union Sect, and if it gets this pretext, it will definitely use it to its advantage.

At that time, the Hehuan Sect will be accused of "protecting a murderous disciple," and its relationship with the Tianxuan Holy Land will become even more tense.

But you can make him hand over Lin Fengmian...

He glanced at Lin Fengmian, then at Nangong Li and Xiao Xiyue blocking his way, and felt a pang of unease.

Just as tensions were about to rise—

Suddenly, a snowflake drifted down from the sky.

No, it's not a snowflake.

It was a figure in pure white.

She appeared out of thin air in mid-air, as if she had always been standing there, but no one noticed.

She wore a long, snow-white dress, the hem of which trailed in the air, untouched by a speck of dust.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, adorned only with a single white jade hairpin inserted at an angle, without any other decoration.

Her face was as fair as jade, her eyebrows as majestic as distant mountains, and her beautiful eyes were like a deep, cold pool in autumn, revealing no trace of emotion.

She hovered quietly in mid-air, without any spiritual energy leaking out, yet everyone present felt a chill that seeped into their bones.

The chill wasn't from spiritual energy suppression, but rather from the difference in the level of life itself.

She stood there quietly, as if a goddess from the heavens were looking down on the mortal world, and all things in the world were insignificant in her eyes.

The entire room fell silent.

The anger and resentment on Yinshan Zhenren's face turned into horror the moment he saw that figure.

His pupils contracted sharply, his lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The two men from the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor were deathly pale, their legs went weak, and they almost fell from mid-air.

Master Yunhe froze, then quickly cupped his hands and bowed, his voice trembling slightly:

"Disciple Yunhe greets the Supreme Elder!"

Supreme Elder!

The Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect!

It is said that this Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has never shown his face in public. The affairs of the sect are all managed by the Sect Leader, True Person Honglian.

Unexpectedly, she actually showed up in person today!

And... all to protect an outer disciple?!

In mid-air, the pure white figure slowly spoke.

Her voice was clear and ethereal, like a wind chime atop a snow-capped mountain, or celestial music from the heavens, devoid of any emotion.

But every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

"The True Man of Yinshan".

Her gaze fell on Master Yinshan, her voice indifferent:

"Are you trying to cause trouble for my Hehuan Sect?"

Master Yinshan turned pale, cold sweat poured down his face, and he waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, I wouldn't dare... How could I, a junior, dare..."

Although he was a Core Formation cultivator, he didn't dare to even breathe loudly in front of this Supreme Elder.

The Supreme Elder shifted his gaze from Yinshan Zhenren to the two individuals from the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor.

The two men were so frightened that they trembled all over, wishing they could hide their heads in their necks.

The Supreme Elder ignored them and instead looked down at Lin Fengmian.

Those eyes, as cold as a deep pool, finally showed a slight ripple.

Extremely faint, extremely light, like a ripple on a calm lake surface stirred by a gentle breeze, fleeting in an instant.

"Lin Fengmian".

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and bright:

"Come back to the clan with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand.

Lin Fengmian felt a gentle yet irresistible force envelop his entire body. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and he transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from the spot.

In mid-air, the white figure also disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

The clouds cleared, the sun shone again, and everything returned to normal.

But the suffocating chill from just now still lingered in everyone's hearts.

for a long time.

"call--"

Someone let out a long breath, breaking the deathly silence.

"That's... the Supreme Elder of the Joyful Union Sect?"

"It was terrifying... The way she looked at me, I almost thought I was going to die..."

"Just who is this Lin Fengmian? The Supreme Elder himself came to greet him?!"

"This is insane, this world has gone mad..."

A wave of discussion arose, as everyone was still immersed in the shock they had just experienced.

Yinshan Zhenren hovered in mid-air, his face turning from green to white, and finally turning into a steely blue.

He stared intently in the direction where Lin Fengmian had disappeared, his clenched fists bulging with veins.

He wanted to pursue her.

He wished he could chase after that kid on the spot and tear him to pieces.

But he dared not.

In the world of cultivation, strength reigns supreme.

The fact that the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect personally intervened makes his stance crystal clear.