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

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect followed behind, walking in single file.

A large crowd had already gathered in front of the Prince's Mansion.

Disciples from various sects stood in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, others curiously observing the magnificent buildings of the royal palace.

The elders leading the group stood together, exchanging pleasantries.

When the people from the Hehuan Sect arrived, many people's expressions changed.

The news from that night had spread throughout the entire Great Yan Dynasty.

The Joyful Union Sect has a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, and they even slapped Lingyun Zhenren of the Heavenly Sword Sect away—

Who doesn't know about this now?

The elders leading the group exchanged glances, then stepped aside to make way for them, smiling as they came forward.

"So you're fellow Daoists from the Hehuan Sect!"

An elderly man with white hair cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and smiled warmly.

"Red Lotus Fairy, it's been so long! You're as beautiful as ever!"

Master Honglian smiled slightly and nodded in return.

Another middle-aged Taoist nun stepped forward and whispered:

"Fairy Red Lotus, we've all heard about what happened last night. Your sect really helped us vent our anger this time!"

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with pleasure.

"That day, the Sword Sect always acted arrogantly, relying on being the number one sect in Qingzhou, and dared to bully anyone. Well, they've finally met their match!"

"Yeah yeah!"

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe standing nearby echoed this sentiment.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect thinks too highly of themselves, as if they're the ruler of Qingzhou? Don't they know where they are?"

The elders chatted amongst themselves, their words filled with flattery and a desire to make friends.

With a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, the Hehuan Sect understands the significance of this matter better than anyone else.

From then on, the status of the Hehuan Sect in Qingzhou would be completely different.

If we don't cultivate good relations now, when will we?

Upon hearing these words, Master Honglian had a sudden realization.

These people are here to make overtures.

She smiled slightly, her demeanor composed, her voice gentle yet carrying a hint of aloofness.

"Fellow Daoists, you are too modest."

She paused.

"They're just a bunch of bullies who rely on their power; they're not worth mentioning."

These words, spoken casually, instilled even greater reverence in the elders.

The fact that Lingyun Zhenren, a peak-level fake infant cultivator, was slapped away is nothing more than "not worth mentioning" in other people's eyes...

The foundation of the Hehuan Sect is indeed unfathomable.

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Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries, footsteps suddenly came from inside the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe walked out with a smile on his face.

His steps were steady, and his aura was refined, clearly indicating that he was also a Core Formation stage cultivator.

Behind him followed several distinguished young men.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting! Sorry to keep you waiting!"

The middle-aged man spoke in a loud voice, cupping his hands in greeting and smiling at the crowd.

"I am the steward of the Prince's residence, here on His Highness's orders to welcome you distinguished guests. Please come in!"

The princes followed behind the steward, bowing to everyone.

The eldest son, who was at the head of the group, was particularly elegant, wearing a brocade robe, a jade belt, and a face as handsome as jade.

He cupped his hands in greeting to the senior officers leading the team, his posture humble and his smile polite, making everyone feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Lin Fengmian looked at the prince and was startled.

This prince's cultivation level...

He sensed it carefully, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Core Formation!

The eldest son of the Prince of Zhennan is already a Core Formation cultivator!

Moreover, that aura was terrifyingly solid, clearly indicating an extremely firm foundation.

Lin Fengmian clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

As expected of the Prince of Zhennan, even his son is so outstanding.

The elders returned the greetings one after another, their tone full of polite formalities:

"Your Highness Zhennan is too kind, troubling your sons to come out and greet us personally."

"Yes, yes, it's truly an honor that the princes themselves came out to greet us!"

"We will always remember Your Highness's kindness."

The elders chimed in with their own set of polite remarks.

however--

The princes' gazes, however, bypassed the crowd and were directed towards the group from the Hehuan Sect.

The eldest son, in particular, swept his gaze over the members of the Hehuan Sect, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.

He looked at True Person Red Lotus, smiled slightly, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"I have long admired the True Person Red Lotus."

Master Honglian nodded in return, her expression serene.

But the Crown Prince's gaze did not leave the Hehuan Sect.

He looked at the disciples behind Master Honglian, his gaze lingering on Xiao Xiyue, Liu Shiyin, and Chu Qingyi for a moment, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

The princes' gazes, filled with undisguised amazement and greed, lingered on Chu Qingyi and Xiao Xiyue.

The eldest son, in particular, lingered on Chu Qingyi for a long time, a determined glint in his eyes.

It wasn't just a few princes.

Almost all the male cultivators present focused their attention on Chu Qingyi and Xiao Xiyue.

Chu Qingyi wore a plain white dress, her black hair cascading down her back, exuding a cool and otherworldly aura.

She stood there quietly, as if a fairy from the heavens had descended to earth, making people dare not harbor the slightest thought of disrespect.

But the more this happened, the more the male cultivators couldn't take their eyes off her.

Xiao Xiyue stood beside her, wearing a moon-white long dress, equally aloof, yet with an indescribable charm.

Her skin was whiter and more delicate than ever before, and her eyes held a subtle, alluring charm—a charm that only comes from being well-nourished.

It makes you want to pin her down and see what kind of allure lies beneath that cold exterior.

However, standing next to Chu Qingyi, she appeared somewhat overshadowed.

After all, Chu Qingyi's aura was too strong, so strong that everything around her became mere background.

Lin Fengmian, however, was not surprised by this.

He was already used to this kind of scene.

It would be strange if any man didn't look at Chu Qingyi and Xiao Xiyue at first glance.

As for the Red Lotus Immortal?

The other party was already a fake Nascent Soul cultivator, and the aura emanating from him was so strong that even the male cultivators didn't have the courage to steal a glance.

How could anyone dare to harbor blasphemous thoughts?

The princes, regaining their composure, were not embarrassed at all. Instead, they laughed heartily and said loudly:

"Haha, I've long heard that the fairies of the Joyful Union Sect are all stunningly beautiful, and seeing them today, I can confirm that their reputation is well-deserved!"

The eldest son, who was in the lead, cupped his hands in a gesture of invitation, his smile polite.

"Please come in, gentlemen. My father has been waiting for you for a long time."

Amidst a chorus of insincere pleasantries and flattery, the various sects were led to a magnificent, ornate palace.

Lin Fengmian looked up and saw that the hall was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

The dome hangs high, inlaid with fist-sized luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall as brightly as day.

The surrounding walls are covered with exquisite murals that tell the stories of the great achievements of the emperors of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Inside the hall were rows of jade tables covered with the finest brocade.