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

This disciple is safe in my Hehuan Sect.

Your Yin family wants people?

Come to the gate of my Hehuan Sect.

Master Yinshan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger and resentment in his heart.

He turned around, and without a word, transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

The two men from the White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor exchanged a glance and then slunk away.

They're just a third-rate sect, how dare they challenge the Hehuan Sect?

They were doing well just now, following Yinshan Zhenren to bolster their own morale, but now that the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect has stepped in, if they say another word, they're just courting death.

Below, Nangong Li stood there in a daze, staring in the direction where Lin Fengmian had disappeared, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt and shock.

Supreme Elder...

Why?

Why did she come to pick up Lin Fengmian in person?

How could an outer disciple possibly alarm a Supreme Elder who has been in seclusion for a hundred years?

Is it...

Lin Fengmian's identity was even more extraordinary than she had imagined.

Nangong Li bit her lip, her curiosity and concern for that man deepening even further.

Not far away, Xiao Xiyue was also staring blankly at the sky.

Beneath her veil, her red lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

What secrets does the man who had intimate relations with her in the secret realm hold?

He was clearly just a "useless" person with five spiritual roots, yet he could kill enemies beyond his level, use techniques comparable to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and even get the Supreme Elder to personally intervene.

Who is he?

Xiao Xiyue clenched her sleeves, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

She found that she understood the man less and less.

And the more this is the case, the more I want to get closer.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian had no idea what Nangong Li and Xiao Xiyue were thinking.

All he knew was that he was being swept up by a gentle yet irresistible force, turning into a streak of light and flying toward the Hehuan Sect at an astonishing speed.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery rushed past.

He could only vaguely make out the pure white figure in front of him, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy in a painting.

Lin Fengmian was filled with anxiety.

The Supreme Elder personally came to pick them up...

This kind of treatment is probably unmatched by anyone else in the entire Hehuan Sect.

But the more this happened, the more uncertain he felt.

There is no free lunch in the world.

The better the Supreme Elder treats him, the more the other party values ​​him.

But what does she value?

His potential? His talent?

No.

Lin Fengmian knew in his heart that even with his five spiritual roots and pure yang physique, he wouldn't need a Supreme Elder who had been in seclusion for a hundred years to personally come forward.

unless--

What she values ​​is his "container" attribute.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath to suppress his unease.

In any case, at least for now, he has a "get-out-of-jail-free card".

In the state of Zhao, he could practically do whatever he wanted.

As for the future...

Step by step.

Before long, Lin Fengmian returned to the Hehuan Sect.

The pure white figure placed him on the sect square, then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared without uttering a single word.

Lin Fengmian stood in the square, watching the receding streak of light, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Before he could even get his footing, a chorus of voices rose and fell around him.

"Look! That's Lin Fengmian!"

"Is it him? Lin Fengmian, the one who killed the Yin family disciples, the White Bone Sect disciples, and the Black Wind Manor disciples in the secret realm?"

"I heard he killed more than a dozen people single-handedly! Even the great-grandson of the Yinshan True Man was killed by a single palm strike from him!"

"Holy crap! That's powerful? Wasn't he supposed to be a useless character with five spiritual roots?"

"What do you mean, 'useless'? He's just playing dumb to fool others! Have you ever seen a piece of trash get the Supreme Elder to personally come and fetch him?"

"That's true... Even the Supreme Elder has intervened, so this kid's background must be extraordinary."

"It's more than just extraordinary! I heard that the Supreme Elder personally snatched him back from Master Yinshan! Master Yinshan didn't dare utter a single word!"

"Tsk tsk, Lin Fengmian is probably going to rise to great heights in the future..."

Amid the discussions, there was envy, jealousy, curiosity, and also a touch of inexplicable awe.

Lin Fengmian ignored him and walked calmly into the sect.

As soon as his figure disappeared at the end of the square, his disciples hurried towards the council hall.

The council hall of the Hehuan Sect.

The hall was extremely spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters, and had a magnificent atmosphere.

Dozens of sandalwood chairs were arranged on both sides, with elders and deacons from various peaks sitting on them, each with a solemn expression.

On the high platform in the very center of the hall sat a woman.

She wore a magnificent crimson palace gown, embroidered with gold cloud patterns and blooming red lotuses, exuding both nobility and elegance.

The palace dress was tailored to fit her body perfectly, highlighting her exquisite figure.

Her proud breasts were full and round, rising high under the fabric as if they were about to burst through it, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Her waist was slender and delicate, and the skirt below spread out like a red cloud, concealing her long, jade-like legs.

Her face was like a lotus flower, her eyebrows like willow leaves, and her peach blossom eyes were full of charm, yet also carried a bit of the majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

Her red lips were full and slightly upturned, as if they always carried a faint, unspoken smile.

She leaned back in her chair, one hand supporting her chin, her expression languid, yet she possessed an air of dominance over the world.

It was none other than the leader of the Hehuan Sect—the Red Lotus Immortal.

Below, an elder with white hair stood bowing and reported in detail what had happened at the exit of the secret realm.

"...Master Yinshan forced Yunhe to hand over Lin Fengmian on the grounds of 'a life for a life.' The White Bone Sect and Black Wind Manor also echoed him, taking a hard line."

"Later, Nangong Li, a maid from the Nangong family, stepped forward and addressed Lin Fengmian as her 'husband,' doing her utmost to protect him."

"At the stalemate, the Supreme Elder appeared and took Lin Fengmian away."

That's how it happened.

After the white-haired elder finished speaking, he respectfully stepped aside.

The hall was quiet.

Honglian Zhenren remained leaning back in her chair, her peach blossom eyes half-closed, revealing neither joy nor anger.

She reached out, picked up the teacup beside her, took a small sip, and then put it down.

Her movements were languid, yet carried an indescribable elegance.

"The Yin family..." Her red lips parted slightly, her voice languid and somewhat nonchalant.

"White Bone Sect... Black Wind Manor..."

She shook her head slightly, her tone neither sarcastic nor disdainful:

"A bunch of clowns."

She waved her hand, her voice still languid:

"Summon that disciple over. I want to see what kind of person he is that could command the Supreme Elder's personal attention."

"Yes."

The white-haired elder withdrew upon hearing this.

A moment later, the doors to the council chamber were pushed open.

Lin Fengmian stepped inside, followed by a woman.

The woman wore a light blue long dress with elegant orchid patterns embroidered on the hem, and a matching silk sash tied around her waist, perfectly outlining her slender waist.