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

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Meizi's face turned ugly.

Of course she knew about it.

The news that the Hehuan Sect had injured a Tianjian Sect disciple in the street and destroyed his natal flying sword had already spread throughout the entire capital.

But she never expected that the one who did this was this seemingly insignificant late-stage Foundation Establishment youth in front of her.

She had initially thought it was one of the Foundation Establishment Peak disciples from the Joyful Union Sect who had done it.

did not expect……

Feng Meizi secretly regretted it.

I really chose the wrong target; I've kicked a hornet's nest.

But she was, after all, an elder of the sect. How could she back down in front of so many people?

She chuckled softly, then looked defiantly at the young man in the blue robe who was enjoying his meal.

immediately--

She gave Lin Fengmian a flirtatious wink.

Her eyes were alluring, captivating, and tinged with a hint of provocation.

Her idea is simple.

Although this kid can defeat the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he is still a man after all.

No man is immune to lust.

As long as he shows a look of infatuation, I can take the opportunity to mock Master Honglian and save some face.

however--

Lin Fengmian was intently gnawing on a piece of spirit beast leg, his mouth dripping with oil.

Sensing that gaze, he looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Feng Meizi gave him a flirtatious wink, her red lips slightly parted, and she gently licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue.

That posture was incredibly flamboyant.

Lin Fengmian looked at her face, thickly covered in makeup, at the weariness and emptiness in her eyes, and at her affectedly charming demeanor—

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

This woman clearly overdid it; her aura is so weak and unstable.

I live a life of luxury, surrounded by beauties like Nangong Li, Chu Qingyi, and Xiao Xiyue.

They're not even worthy of carrying their wives' shoes!

That's it?

She still dares to seduce me?

Lin Fengmian withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and continued to gnaw on his spirit beast leg.

He didn't even linger for a second longer than his gaze.

That expression clearly carried a hint of disgust.

Feng Meizi's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

She never expected that she, a dignified elder of Butian Peak, would be ignored by a mere Foundation Establishment stage youth.

And that look in his eyes...

Is he clearly disgusted by her?

Feng Meizi was so angry that she trembled all over, and the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

Many of the surrounding cultivators chuckled inwardly at her humiliated appearance.

Butian Peak already had a bad reputation.

His disciples specialized in the art of sexual exploitation, earning him a notorious reputation.

Now that Feng Meizi has taken the initiative to provoke others and has been humiliated, no one will sympathize with her.

---

Just as the atmosphere became delicate, a loud, bell-like announcement suddenly rang out from outside the palace gates.

"The Prince of Zhennan has arrived!"

The voice was powerful and majestic, echoing throughout the entire hall.

Everyone stood up and looked towards the door.

The vermilion doors of the main hall slowly opened, and two maids respectfully pushed them open.

A figure strode in from outside the door.

He was a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a black python robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a purple-gold crown on his head.

With a square face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and three long wisps of beard under his chin, he exuded the majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step carrying an imposing and authoritative aura.

His aura was restrained, yet no one dared to underestimate him in the slightest.

Lin Fengmian looked up, his pupils slightly contracting.

This person's aura is even stronger than that of Master Lingyun!

Nascent Soul!

This Prince of Zhennan was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Moreover, judging from his solid aura, he was clearly not a newcomer to the Nascent Soul stage, but a veteran expert who had cultivated for many years.

The Prince of Zhennan strode into the main hall, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.

The cultivators who had been whispering among themselves fell silent instantly.

That invisible sense of oppression made everyone feel the prince's power.

next moment--

A smile appeared on the face of the Prince of Zhennan.

That warm smile instantly dispelled the previous sternness, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to the crowd, his voice booming:

"Haha, everyone, I was a little late because I was busy with some matters."

He paused, then smiled broadly.

"I will punish myself by drinking three cups of wine as an apology to everyone!"

"You have all traveled a long way to participate in the grand occasion of our Great Yan Dynasty. If there is anything wrong with the hospitality of my Zhennan Prince's Mansion, please forgive me!"

Upon hearing this, all the elders rose to return the greeting.

"Your Highness is too kind!"

"Your Highness is too kind!"

"The Prince of Zhennan's hospitality is impeccable; we are extremely grateful!"

Amidst a chorus of compliments, the Prince of Zhennan walked with a beaming smile to the main seat and sat down on the golden chair covered with tiger skin.

---

However, before the Prince of Zhennan could even settle into his seat, a rough voice suddenly rang out.

The voice was loud and clear, with a hint of arrogance, showing no regard for manners whatsoever.

"Your Highness!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

There sat a burly monk with a fierce face, wearing a kasaya, sitting there casually, holding a spirit beast's leg in his hand, gnawing on it with grease dripping from his mouth.

He raised his head, looked at the Prince of Zhennan, and spoke in a deep, gruff voice:

"I'm a rough man, I don't understand those complicated things!"

"The Grand Competition of Talents is just around the corner. Is this banquet just for feasting and drinking? Your Highness, please speak your mind!"

"I hate all that empty talk!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Many cultivators looked at the monk with a strange expression.

This monk...

How reckless!

How dare you speak like that in front of the Prince of Zhennan?

Lin Fengmian also looked up and his gaze fell on the monk.

From Kongo-ji Temple?

He understood.

The monks of Kongō-ji Temple were just as the intelligence had described—

He's reckless and arrogant, and he doesn't give anyone face!

Whether you're a prince or an emperor, say whatever you want.

The main theme is "recklessness".

Seats were set up around the perimeter for the elders and disciples of each sect to watch the battle.

The Prince of Zhennan sat down again, raised his wine cup, and smiled at everyone:

"Alright, the venue is ready. Who wants to go first?"

---

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gaze fell on the group of people from the Hehuan Sect.

His gaze was sinister, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, making one extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Fengmian frowned slightly and followed that gaze.

On one of the seats of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a young man with long hair, sunken cheeks, and gloomy eyes was looking in their direction.

The young man had a withered face, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a pale complexion that was almost transparent.

He looked like a walking mummy.

But those eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, sending chills down one's spine at a glance.

At Feng Meizi's signal, the young man slowly stood up.