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

There were vendors selling baby monsters, spirit seeds and seedlings, ancient scrolls, and even unknown scraps of copper and iron, which they claimed to be ancient treasures.

Lin Fengmian's gaze swept over the stalls one by one, and suddenly—

He stopped.

His gaze was drawn to a stall.

The stall was small, situated in the shadows of a street corner, appearing somewhat deserted. The stall owner was an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing a faded old Taoist robe, who was dozing with his eyes half-closed, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise, as if the bustling night market had nothing to do with him.

Lin Fengmian approached and realized that the stall wasn't selling any pills or magical artifacts, but rather a flower wreath stall.

The stall was filled with all kinds of wreaths, all woven from the finest flowers of the season. There were elegant orchids, vibrant peonies, and also delicate jasmine and passionate roses... Each wreath was exquisitely crafted, with layers of petals and perfectly matched colors, making them a delight to behold from afar.

These wreaths made from spiritual flowers emit a faint fragrance and, when worn, have a purifying effect on the mind, providing some assistance during cultivation. However, most people buy these not for cultivation, but as playthings for their Daoist partners.

After all, what woman doesn't love flowers?

Looking at the wreaths, three figures suddenly flashed through Lin Fengmian's mind—

If Xiao Xiyue were to wear this elegant white orchid wreath, she would undoubtedly appear ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy descended from the moon palace, so beautiful that one could not look away. Her fair skin paired with the pure white orchid would make her seem to glow.

If Chu Qingyi were to wear that vibrant red rose wreath, she would undoubtedly be even more stunning, her beauty already captivating, and the fiery red color would make her breathtakingly beautiful, stirring the heart of anyone who saw her. That aloof yet alluring charm would be irresistible to most men.

If Liu Shiyin were to wear that gentle pink peony wreath, her already approachable older sister-like demeanor would be further enhanced by the delicate pink flowers, making her even more gentle and charming, instantly warming the heart and inspiring a desire to get closer.

Imagining the three women, each with their own unique beauty, wearing the flower wreaths, Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a slight smile. He immediately walked to the stall and spoke to the dozing old man:

"Grandpa, I'll take all three wreaths."

He pointed to a magnolia, a red rose, and a pink peony on the stall.

The old man opened his eyes, glanced at him, then at the three fairy-like women beside him. A knowing glint flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he nodded with a smile:

"Young man, you have a good eye. These three are the best I have."

Lin Fengmian smiled and was about to ask the price—

Xiao Xiyue, who had appeared beside him at some point, looked at the three wreaths with her beautiful eyes, then glanced at Lin Fengmian, and asked curiously:

"Junior brother, why did you buy this?"

Although she had some vague suspicions in her mind, she still couldn't help but want to hear him say it with her own ears.

Lin Fengmian turned his head, looked at Xiao Xiyue's face, which was even more beautiful in the moonlight, chuckled, and reached out to pick up the white orchid wreath, waving it in front of her:

"Of course it's for you, senior sister."

He paused, his gaze softening.

"You'll look really good wearing this, senior sister."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiyue's cheeks flushed red.

She lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly; she couldn't suppress the smile.

"Who...who wants to wear this..."

She muttered softly, but did not refuse; she just lowered her head, her ears burning red.

Liu Shiyin and Chu Qingyi, who were standing nearby, also witnessed this scene.

Liu Shiyin watched with a smile, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. Chu Qingyi, on the other hand, had a cold expression, revealing no emotion, but her beautiful eyes lingered for a moment on the wreath in Lin Fengmian's hand.

Lin Fengmian was about to pay—

A sudden voice, filled with undisguised contempt, rang out behind him:

"How could such a cheap woman be worthy of my fiancée, Jian Tianyi?"

The voice was extremely arrogant, as if to say: This kind of cheap stuff doesn't even deserve to be shown.

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow and slowly turned around.

A young man dressed in the robes of a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.

The young man was handsome, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and possessed an outstanding air. However, his expression was arrogant, with his chin slightly raised, as if he were looking down on everyone.

That posture, that expression, seemed to say: You mortals, do you even deserve to speak to this swordsman?

Behind him were two young men, also dressed in the attire of the Heavenly Sword Sect, both bearing the insignia of small swords and carrying a giant sword on their backs, exuding an imposing aura.

The three stood there, exuding a sharp sword intent, clearly not ordinary people.

Before Lin Fengmian could speak, Xiao Xiyue's expression changed slightly.

"What? Fiancée?"

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Xiao Xiyue.

"Senior Sister Xiao, what's going on?"

Xiao Xiyue bit her lip and quickly explained:

"This is Jian Tianyi, a true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whom my family arranged a marriage with. It's just an agreement between our families, and I never agreed to it."

She paused, her tone firm.

"I have no interest in this person."

Ever since she began dual cultivation with Lin Fengmian, Xiao Xiyue's heart had been bound to him. Although she was usually aloof and not good at expressing herself, she had already fallen deeply in love with the man who had taken her virginity.

Seeing Jian Tianyi referring to himself as his "fiancée," she felt both ashamed and annoyed. Fearing that Lin Fengmian might misunderstand, she quickly distanced herself from him.

However, Jian Tianyi showed her no respect whatsoever, and with a cold laugh, interrupted her:

"wrong!"

He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke arrogantly.

"I am now the current Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators who had been watching the spectacle immediately gasped in surprise.

"What?! The contemporary swordsman?!"

"The Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect? That's equivalent to the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"The Heavenly Sword Sect is a top-tier sect among first-rate sects. Their swords are far more valuable than the holy sons of ordinary sects!"

"My goodness, this young man has a very bright future ahead of him!"

Discussions rose and fell, and the surrounding cultivators looked at Jian Tianyi with a newfound sense of awe.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian frowned slightly.

He had seen an introduction to the Heavenly Sword Sect in the jade tube. The sword prodigy of the Heavenly Sword Sect was indeed equivalent to the holy son of the Joyful Union Sect, but their prestige was on a completely different level.

The Hehuan Sect is only a second-rate sect. It can barely be considered one of the three major sects in the Zhao Kingdom, but it doesn't even rank in the entire Qingzhou.