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

Now he understood—

They never left!

It's always been right beside me!

As Lin Fengmian thought about this, he felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

He recalled what he had done to Chu Qingyi before—

Flirt with her.

Teasing her.

Ignore her.

Ignore them.

He even flirted with other women right in front of her...

Lin Fengmian's face turned pale and then red.

He actually flirted with an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage?!

And you even took advantage of her and left her with nothing?!

Lin Fengmian felt as if his neck could be snapped at any moment with a slap.

He instinctively took a step back.

He has only one thought now—

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Chu Qingyi gave Ling Yunzi a cold look.

Those eyes were as cold as frost and as indifferent as water.

It was as if he wasn't looking at a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but rather an ant.

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a single word.

"roll."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding loudly in Ling Yunzi's ears!

Before the words were finished—

She gently raised her delicate hand.

He just casually swung it.

The movements were so gentle, as if shooing away a fly.

But the next moment——

"Bang--!"

Ling Yunzi was sent flying backwards!

He slammed into the courtyard wall like a cannonball!

"Boom!"

The courtyard wall collapsed with a roar, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere!

Ling Yunzi was embedded in the ruins, spitting out blood, his face as pale as paper.

Just moments ago he was so arrogant, but now he looked like a stray dog.

His aura instantly faded.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.

Their high and mighty martial uncle, hailed as the number one swordsman below the Nascent Soul stage in Qingzhou—

He was actually slapped away?

This……

What kind of monster is this?

Ling Yunzi struggled to his feet from the ruins, staring at the white figure standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with fear.

He had cultivated for hundreds of years and had never felt such terrifying pressure.

In that brief moment, he clearly felt it—

Killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant for the other party.

What is the number one sword below the Nascent Soul stage?

In front of a true Nascent Soul cultivator, he's a joke.

Ling Yunzi suppressed the surging blood and qi within him, respectfully lowered his head, and his voice trembled:

"Thank you... thank you, True Lord, for sparing my life."

Chu Qingyi didn't even glance at him, but simply said:

"roll."

Ling Yunzi, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly scrambled to his feet. Despite his injuries, he waved to the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples behind him:

"Walk!"

He dared not utter another word, and led a group of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, slinking away from the Joyful Union Sect's residence.

That figure looked utterly disheveled.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect stared at the white figure with awe and disbelief in their eyes.

Senior Sister Chu...

He was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator?

That usually aloof, proud, and taciturn saintess—

It was actually the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect?

The amount of information was simply too much for them to process in a short time.

Master Honglian breathed a long sigh of relief as she watched the Heavenly Sword Sect members depart.

She turned her head and looked at Chu Qingyi.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions.

original……

The Supreme Elder has never left the sect.

She had always remained hidden among the disciples, posing as a saintess, observing from the shadows.

Master Honglian smiled bitterly to himself.

I didn't even realize it.

She took a deep breath, looked around, and spoke in a cool voice:

"Alright, everyone, go back to your rooms."

She paused, then looked at Chu Qingyi.

"Nephew Chu, come with me."

Chu Qingyi nodded gently and walked towards Master Honglian's room.

But just one step—

She suddenly staggered.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his breathing became somewhat disordered.

The forced unleashing of his Nascent Soul cultivation just now worsened his already unhealed injuries.

Upon seeing this, Master Honglian was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Supreme Elder..."

Chu Qingyi shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

The two entered Master Honglian's room one after the other.

The disciples in the courtyard looked at each other, but dared not ask any more questions, and dispersed.

Liu Shiyin and Xiao Xiyue stepped forward and looked at Lin Fengmian.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you alright?"

Liu Shiyin looked him up and down, her eyes full of concern.

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

"It's nothing. Thank you both, senior sisters, for shielding me just now."

He paused, then looked at the two of them.

"Your injuries..."

"It's nothing." Xiao Xiyue shook her head, her voice gentle. "Junior brother, you should get some rest."

Lin Fengmian nodded, thanked the Third Young Master of the Xiong family, and then turned to walk towards his room.

---

Close the door.

Lin Fengmian leaned against the door and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked up at the ceiling and muttered to himself:

"I didn't expect that..."

"I really didn't expect that!"

He gave a wry smile.

"The person I slept with was actually a Supreme Elder of the sect!"

"I actually won him over! And I've even become his obsession!"

He originally thought that meeting Chu Qingyi was a stroke of good luck in love.

I only realized it now—

This is hardly a stroke of good luck in love.

This is a love triangle disaster!

She's a thousand-year-old peach blossom demon!

He actually slept with a fairy who was thousands of years older than him...

As Lin Fengmian thought about this, his mind went blank.

He walked to the bedside, plopped down, and put his hands behind his head.

What should I do?

run away?

Run now?

Before the other side could react, should we flee the Great Yan Dynasty overnight?

Lin Fengmian carefully considered the feasibility of this plan.

But then he shook his head.

The other party had just forcibly unleashed their cultivation to save him, which aggravated his injuries.

That look...

It doesn't seem like insincerity.

Moreover, if she really wanted to harm me, she could have just slapped me to death; why go to all this trouble?

Lin Fengmian thought of those eyes again.

Lin Fengmian became increasingly confused as he thought about it.

"No, no, what if the other party simply wants to possess my body and has ulterior motives?"

He muttered to himself, his mind wandering again.

"If possession is possible, why not just take action directly? Why go through all this trouble?"

"And the way she looked at me, it was clearly..."

Lin Fengmian couldn't continue speaking.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

---

at the same time.

The room of Master Honglian.

Chu Qingyi sat on the jade couch, her breathing somewhat disordered.

Her face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that her injuries were serious.

Master Honglian stood respectfully to the side and whispered:

"Supreme Elder..."

Chu Qingyi shook her head, interrupting her:

"It's alright, no need for such formalities."

She paused, her voice weak.

"I'll just make up some excuse about revealing my cultivation level earlier. As for Lin Fengmian..."