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

It's just like……

Like a fairy from the heavens who accidentally fell to earth.

Lin Fengmian was somewhat lost in thought.

The old man selling wreaths nearby stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

He had lived most of his life, selling wreaths for decades, and had seen countless girls wear the flowers he had woven.

But I've never seen it before—

Such a beautiful woman.

The old man opened his mouth wide and muttered to himself:

"This, this, this...a fairy! A real fairy! This old man has lived for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a fairy!"

Although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Xiao Xiyue and Liu Shiyin were also stunned.

They stared blankly at Chu Qingyi, their beautiful eyes sweeping over her, and covered their mouths, speechless.

They are all beauties and are quite confident in their looks.

But at this moment, looking at Chu Qingyi—

They even felt a sense of shame and inferiority.

So beautiful.

It's really...so beautiful.

Chu Qingyi felt uncomfortable under the intense gazes of everyone, her cheeks burning red.

She quickly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her pretty face, leaving only her watery eyes showing.

"Why are you all looking at me like that...?"

Her voice was muffled, tinged with shyness and embarrassment.

But what she didn't know was—

After putting on the handkerchief, she became even more ethereal.

The handkerchief covered half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

Those eyes were clear as water, and as they moved, they carried a hint of shyness, a hint of panic, and a hint of emotions that were hard to describe.

She was like a fairy from the heavens, shrouded in a mysterious veil.

It makes you want to get closer, to lift the veil and see its true face.

Xiao Xiyue and Liu Shiyin exchanged a glance, both seeing amazement in each other's eyes.

Ke Linfengmian —

He was stunned.

He stared intently at Chu Qingyi's exposed eyes, his brows furrowed.

wrong.

Nine out of ten points are incorrect.

That look in his eyes...

Why does this look so familiar?

Suddenly, another pair of eyes appeared in Lin Fengmian's mind.

Those eyes were just as cold and indifferent, as if untouched by the mortal world.

That old hag!

Lin Fengmian's pupils contracted slightly.

picture!

so similar!

After Chu Qingyi put on the handkerchief, the eyes that were revealed were exactly the same as the other person's!

The same aloofness, the same indifference, the same... haughtiness.

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat.

He thought back carefully.

The other person wore a veil, while Chu Qingyi wore a handkerchief, covering her face so that only her eyes were visible—

The two are practically one person!

This……

This is too coincidental, right?

Lin Fengmian's mind was churning with thoughts.

Possession.

It is common in the cultivation world for high-level cultivators to possess the bodies of low-level cultivators.

If the other party possesses Chu Qingyi's body...

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian felt a chill run down his spine.

His gaze toward Chu Qingyi became complicated.

Chu Qingyi noticed that Lin Fengmian's gaze was a little strange, and her heart tightened.

She put down the handkerchief, revealing a rosy little face, and looked at him nervously:

"Feng, Fengmian... what's wrong?"

Lin Fengmian snapped out of his reverie, shook his head, and smiled:

"It's nothing. Let's go, let's look around some more."

He suppressed his doubts and led the three women around the night market a few more times.

But his mind was no longer on this.

He kept thinking about those eyes.

Those eyes were exactly the same as that old hag's.

After walking around for a while, Lin Fengmian said he was a little tired and led the three women back to his residence.

Chu Qingyi, Xiao Xiyue, and Liu Shiyin each returned to their rooms.

Lin Fengmian returned to his room, closed the door, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He wanted to meditate, but Chu Qingyi's eyes kept swirling in his mind.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

The more I think about it, the more I feel...

Those two people are practically the same person.

Just as he was feeling troubled—

"Boom—!"

A loud bang, and it suddenly exploded!

The entire room was shaking violently, and dust was falling in clumps!

Lin Fengmian suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

That sound...

It came from outside!

He flashed out of the room.

The courtyard was already full of people.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect rushed out of the room, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

And the courtyard gate—

The heavy ironwood gate has now been reduced to fragments, scattered all over the ground!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, more than a dozen figures filed in.

They were a group of sword cultivators.

Dressed in a uniform sky-blue robe, with a sword hanging at his waist, he exuded an incomparably sharp sword aura.

Everyone's cultivation level is above Foundation Establishment!

The leaders, in particular, possessed powerful and unfathomable auras!

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the sharp sword energy spread out like a tide, making it almost impossible for the disciples of the Hehuan Sect to breathe.

Some disciples with lower cultivation levels turned pale and their legs went weak.

"Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"They're from the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Some disciples recognized the people's clothing and exclaimed in surprise.

The courtyard erupted in uproar.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

Tianjian Sect——

The largest clan in the State of Zhao!

What are they here for?

Could it be... because of what just happened?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty—

Two figures flew in from the backyard and landed in the courtyard.

It was none other than True Person Honglian, along with two of her personal disciples.

The Crimson Lotus Immortal wore a red dress and had a calm expression, but her beautiful eyes flashed with a cold light.

She looked at the broken courtyard gate and the Heavenly Sword Sect sword cultivators filing in, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Master Honglian, it's been a long time!"

An aged yet powerful voice came from behind the crowd.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect automatically made way for them.

An elderly man walked out slowly.

He was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with an ancient face and sharp, piercing eyes that seemed to be able to cut through people's hearts.

He walked along at a leisurely pace, each step steady and powerful.

Those eyes slowly swept across the entire room.

Any Hehuan Sect disciple whose gaze swept over him felt his hair stand on end, as if countless invisible sword threads were pressing against his vital points.

With just a single thought from the other party, I could be killed on the spot!

Lingyun Zhenren.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's team leader this time.

Jian Tianyi's uncle.

Peak Core Formation cultivation!

When Master Honglian looked at the newcomer, her expression darkened slightly.

She stepped forward, blocking the disciples, her voice cold and clear:

"Ling Yunzi, what do you mean by this?"

Upon hearing this, Master Lingyun let out a cold laugh.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at True Person Red Lotus, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance:

"What do you mean? You have the nerve to ask me what I mean?"

He snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the Hehuan Sect disciples in the courtyard.

"I originally didn't want to interfere in the affairs of the younger generation. But your Hehuan Sect has gone too far!"

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