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

Xiao Qingtian snorted coldly and waved his hand:

"You may all leave."

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed, and filed out.

Only Xiao Qingtian remained in the hall.

He slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

His aged face was full of exhaustion.

"That woman..."

He murmured, his voice low:

"What exactly is its origin?"

He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer.

but……

Regardless of her background, as long as I recover...

Xiao Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"After I recover from my injuries..."

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"I will surely make you, and the Hehuan Sect, submit to my feet!"

The laughter echoed through the hall, cold and eerie.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant, rolling mountains.

Under his nearly century-long infiltration, many forces within the Hehuan Sect have secretly and openly sided with the Xiao family.

Those elders, those deacons, those disciples...

Some were bribed, some were threatened, and some were simply pawns planted by the Xiao family.

They are unassuming in ordinary times, but when it comes to crucial moments, these people become sharp knives.

In addition, the Supreme Elder was seriously injured at the moment and was unable to take care of himself.

The Hehuan Sect was leaderless and at its weakest point.

Xiao Qingtian pondered in his heart, his eyes gleaming.

How could he let such a golden opportunity slip by?

"Pass down the order."

He turned around, looked at the empty hall, and said in a low voice:

"Have the secret police keep a close eye on the Hehuan Sect's every move."

"Especially that kid named Lin Fengmian..."

He paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes:

"And those women around him, keep a close eye on them."

"I'd like to see how long the Joyful Union Sect can hold out."

As soon as the words were spoken, several figures silently disappeared from the shadows of the hall.

……

at the same time.

Inside Lin Fengmian's cave.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the warm and cozy atmosphere of the room.

A faint fragrance filled the air, mixed with a hint of ambiguity.

Lin Fengmian sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Nangong Li lying on his bed, feeling a pang of heartache.

That face, which was usually stunningly beautiful and aloof, was now so pale it was almost transparent.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing was weak.

The crimson mark between his eyebrows had faded to almost nothing.

She lay there quietly, like a fragile piece of porcelain, making one want to hold her in their hands and handle her with utmost care.

"Li'er..."

Lin Fengmian called out softly, reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

As his fingertips touched that cold skin, a wave of bittersweetness welled up in his heart.

This woman, for her own sake, forcibly broke the seal twice.

The first time, he beat Xiao Sheng so badly that he was left with his teeth knocked out.

The second time, he slapped the Xiao family patriarch, a peerless expert in the late Nascent Soul stage, flying away.

But what will be the cost?

Is he unconscious, is his life force depleted, or is he lying in bed with his life hanging in the balance?

"How could you be so silly..."

Lin Fengmian murmured softly, his eyes slightly reddening.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and bent down.

He lowered his head and took those two cool, soft lips into his mouth.

The moment our lips touched, a cool sensation washed over us.

Lin Fengmian closed his eyes and slowly injected strands of pure Yang energy into the other person's body.

Pure Yang energy is the most Yang and strongest force in the universe.

The sealing power within Nangong Li's body was icy cold, belonging to the extreme yin and cold.

Only through the harmonious interaction of Yin and Yang can they complement and support each other.

This was the fastest way Lin Fengmian could think of to help Nangong Li recover.

As soon as the pure Yang energy entered Nangong Li's meridians, it seemed to have found its home and began to flow joyfully.

It flows along the meridians, and wherever it passes, the meridians that have dried up due to overexertion are like rain after a long drought, gradually regaining a bit of vitality.

The sealed power hidden deep within the bloodline, guided by the pure yang energy, slowly awakens and begins to repair itself.

Half a day passed in this way.

Lin Fengmian had absorbed an unknown amount of pure yang energy; fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips felt numb.

But he didn't stop.

He gritted his teeth and persevered.

until--

Those tightly closed, beautiful eyes trembled slightly, like the fluttering of butterfly wings.

Then, those eyes slowly opened.

Those were clear, watery eyes, now carrying a hint of confusion and weakness.

As her gaze gradually focused, she saw a face with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a gentle, refined demeanor.

That face showed a mix of weariness, worry, and...heartache.

Nangong Li's lips curled up slightly, revealing a weak smile.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice a little hoarse, with a hint of huskiness:

"Husband...are you alright?"

The sound was very soft, as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

But Lin Fengmian heard it clearly.

His heart skipped a beat.

A warm current surged from the bottom of my heart and instantly spread throughout my body.

This woman...

Despite being so badly injured and unconscious for so long, the first thing he said after waking up was to ask if he was alright.

Instead of asking yourself how you are or how badly you are hurt.

But...

"Husband, are you alright?"

Lin Fengmian's eyes reddened slightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He leaned down, forehead to forehead, his voice soft:

"Li'er, I'm alright."

"And you? How are you?"

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his voice filled with tenderness:

"I see that my pure Yang energy seems to be helping you recover quite quickly."

He was telling the truth.

In just a short while, Nangong Li's complexion had improved somewhat and was no longer frighteningly pale.

but……

Lin Fengmian paused, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:

"But passing it by mouth is too inefficient."

He blinked, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"How about... we practice dual cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Li rolled her beautiful eyes and gave the other person a charmingly disdainful look.

Those beautiful eyes held a hint of reproach, a hint of embarrassment, and a hint of... helplessness.

"snort."

A soft groan escaped from her delicate nose, her voice sweet and gentle:

"You big bad guy, she's already in this state, and you're still bullying her..."

Despite saying that, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

That insincere look stirred something within Lin Fengmian.

He chuckled softly, leaned closer, and looked down at her.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Dual cultivation is highly efficient, quick to show results, and can also help you solidify your foundation."

"It achieves multiple benefits at once, so why not?"

He spoke with such conviction that there was not a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Looking at his shameless appearance, Nangong Li felt both annoyed and amused.

She wanted to argue, but found her cheeks were starting to burn and her heart was racing.

in fact……

She had long been aroused by his teasing.