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

Seeing the change in his expression, Nangong Li seemed to have discerned what he was thinking and whispered a word of advice:

"Husband, you should still be careful. Although the Supreme Elder protects you, she can't be by your side every moment."

She bit her lip, a determined glint in her beautiful eyes:

"I also need to find a way to improve my cultivation. If... if Xiao Sheng really attacks you, I won't be completely powerless to fight back."

After saying that, she didn't bother to be affectionate with Lin Fengmian anymore. She turned around and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.

Lin Fengmian watched the departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had originally wanted to get intimate with Nangong Li, after all, he had been disgusted by that pale-faced youth for several days in the secret realm and desperately needed to prove that he was not gay.

did not expect……

He sighed and shook his head.

Forget it, I'd better go back to my cave and cultivate first.

He was about to turn around—

"Junior Brother Lin."

A cool, clear voice came from behind.

Lin Fengmian turned around and saw a beautiful white figure standing not far away, wearing a light veil, with black hair like a waterfall and a graceful figure.

It was Xiao Xiyue.

She was still wearing that moon-white long dress today. The fabric was light and thin, like clouds and mist, outlining her exquisite figure.

Beyond the veil, her beautiful eyes were clear and cold, yet they also carried a hint of...shyness.

As Lin Fengmian looked at her, the scene from that day in the cave involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

How those clear, cold eyes became so dreamy at that moment.

How did those red lips utter those broken whispers?

How that exquisite jade-like body trembled slightly in his arms.

This contrasts sharply with her cold and reserved demeanor.

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Xiyue felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her beautiful eyes slightly daring to look away, not daring to meet his eyes.

She took a deep breath, as if gathering a great deal of courage, before speaking:

"Junior Brother Lin, do I...do I have something to attend to right now?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had made a mistake and quickly corrected herself:

"I... I mean... do you have something to do right now? I'd like to... talk to you a little more."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Lin Fengmian was slightly taken aback.

How about we have another discussion?

He looked at Xiao Xiyue's hesitant, shy, and timid expression, and suddenly understood something.

Previously, after cultivating with her in the secret realm, her Supreme Forgetfulness Technique made a breakthrough.

It seems she wants to "communicate" with herself again, using the pure yang energy to break through her bottleneck.

Lin Fengmian chuckled inwardly.

He was just wondering where he could go when Nangong Li ran away, and he was feeling really stifled when Xiao Xiyue delivered herself right to his doorstep.

This is truly like someone bringing you a pillow when you're feeling sleepy.

However, it's quite rare to see the other party being so proactive.

Lin Fengmian didn't think much of it, nodded, and said decisively:

"Okay, senior sister, let's go then."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Xiao Xiyue felt inexplicably relieved, but also felt a surge of inexplicable shyness.

She gave a soft "hmm," turned around, and walked towards her cave.

Lin Fengmian followed behind her, his gaze fixed on her back.

That slender waist, those long legs, that skirt swaying gently with each step...

He licked his lips and quickened his pace.

The two entered Xiao Xiyue's cave one after the other.

The cave door closed behind them, isolating them from the outside world.

Lin Fengmian looked at the white figure with its back to him, trembling slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He stepped forward—

Before Xiao Xiyue could react, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, turned her around, and lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

"Well……"

Xiao Xiyue's body stiffened, and the storage bag in her hand fell to the ground with a soft sound.

She didn't push him away, nor did she struggle.

Those clear, cold eyes slowly closed, their long eyelashes trembling slightly, and there seemed to be a little dampness on them.

She reached out and gently grasped his collar, neither pushing him away nor using force, but simply holding on gently, as if a drowning person were grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Inside the cave, the temperature seemed to have risen a few degrees.

The light gauze curtains were lifted by the wind and then slowly fell back down.

The two figures were intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Before long, soft chanting could be heard from inside the cave.

The sound rose and fell, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes intermittent, like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.

Its beauty is beyond words.

……

at the same time.

The Hehuan Sect, with its own lineage peak.

Inside a magnificent hall, hundreds of disciples stood on both sides, bowing in unison.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Xiao Sheng, on successfully inheriting the position of Holy Son!"

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Xiao Sheng, on your brilliant path of cultivation!"

The sound was like a tidal wave, resounding through the sky.

In the very center of the main hall, Xiao Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a purple brocade robe, a golden holy son belt around his waist, and a blooming trumpet creeper embroidered on his chest.

His face was resolute, his eyes were sharp, and his aura was as thick as a mountain, with faint lightning flowing around his body.

He stood there like an insurmountable mountain, making the disciples below not even dare to breathe.

Xiao Sheng's gaze swept over the crowd, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

He should have taken the position of Holy Son long ago.

If his Xuanming Overlord Body hadn't encountered some problems back then, requiring him to go into seclusion for cultivation, why would he have waited until today?

However, it's not too late now.

He, Xiao Sheng, finally became the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect!

The next step is to form the core.

The next step is the Nascent Soul stage.

The entire Zhao Kingdom will be Xiao Sheng's stage!

Xiao Sheng felt a surge of pride and took a deep breath before slowly speaking:

"Fellow disciples, there's no need for such formalities."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Today, I, the Holy Son, am deeply honored by the sect's favor and have inherited the position of Holy Son. In the future, I will certainly do my utmost to bring glory to the sect!"

"The Holy Son is mighty!"

"The Holy Son is mighty!"

The disciples below shouted in unison once again.

Xiao Sheng nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"By the way, during my seclusion, did anything interesting happen within the sect?"

The disciples below looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Xiao Sheng frowned and looked at Xiao Huohuo.

Xiao Huohuo quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Brother, everything is fine within the sect, but..."

"Just what?" Xiao Sheng's voice turned cold.

Xiao Huohuo swallowed hard and said cautiously:

"It's just that my elder brother has taken a liking to those holy maidens, and it seems... it seems he's getting quite close to an outer disciple named Lin Fengmian."

"Lin Fengmian?"

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Sheng's eyes.

"Is that the useless furnace with five elemental roots?"

"Yes, yes..."

Xiao Huohuo lowered his head even further.

Xiao Sheng snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.