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

However... the fluctuations quickly dissipated.

Her gaze subtly drifted towards a private room on the second floor.

At this moment, Ling Xiao could feel the admiring gazes of those around him, and he felt increasingly proud.

A confident smile curled at the corner of his lips, while he secretly sneered inwardly.

Idiot!

My Purple Heaven Thunder is the most powerful and yang force in the world, and it is most effective at suppressing these evil and ghostly techniques!

No matter how powerful your evil magic is, it's nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog in front of my Purple Heaven Thunder!

When I defeat you, the fairies of the Hehuan Sect will surely fall for me when they see my handsome figure!

Especially Chu Qingyi...

Ling Xiao thought to himself with delight, as if he could already see Chu Qingyi casting admiring glances at him.

however--

next moment.

Li Yuhun looked at the two roaring purple lightning bolts and suddenly smiled.

That smile was cold, eerie, and tinged with disdain.

"Purple Heaven Thunder?"

His hoarse voice slowly rose, his tone full of sarcasm.

"It's just some mere Fan Lei, how dare you bring it out to embarrass yourself?"

As he finished speaking, he raised his withered hand.

On his palm, the green will-o'-the-wisp suddenly surged, transforming into a huge green flame that churned in his hand!

He neither dodged nor defended.

But -

He directly struck out with a palm towards the two bolts of purple lightning!

"court death!"

Seeing this, Ling Xiao sneered inwardly.

Purple Heaven Thunder is extremely strong and yang, making it the nemesis of all yin and evil things!

The other party dared to take the hit head-on; they were simply courting death!

however--

The smile on Ling Xiao's face froze the moment their palms collided.

There was no explosion as expected, no intense collision of lightning and will-o'-the-wisps.

The two thick bolts of purple lightning struck Li Yuhun's palm, but they disappeared into the green flames as if they were a mud ox sinking into the sea!

After absorbing the lightning, the green flames not only did not dissipate, but instead became even more intense!

The flames surged and transformed into a strange vortex of spiritual energy, spinning wildly!

A terrifying suction force emanated from that vortex!

Ling Xiao felt the spiritual power within his body surge outwards like water bursting its banks, only to be swallowed by the vortex!

"What?!"

Ling Xiao's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with disbelief!

How could this happen?!

How could my own Purple Heaven Lightning...?

He tried to get away, but found that he couldn't move at all!

The vortex's suction force grew stronger and stronger, and his spiritual energy was draining away faster and faster!

In just a few breaths, his face went from rosy to deathly pale, and his breath rapidly weakened!

Looking at his terrified expression, Li Yuhun's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"That's all there is to it."

He snorted coldly, and his palm suddenly trembled!

The vortex of spiritual energy suddenly exploded, and a terrifying recoil force slammed into Ling Xiao!

"Bang--!"

Ling Xiao felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and was sent flying backward!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which arced through the air in a crimson arc before slamming violently against the wall of the main hall!

"Boom!"

The defensive runes on the wall flickered wildly, but they still couldn't stop this terrifying power!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall after the impact!

Ling Xiao slid off the wall and collapsed to the ground, his robes torn, his hair ornament askew, his face covered in blood, looking utterly disheveled.

His breath was extremely weak.

It was even more serious than Xiao Feng's previous injury!

The main hall was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, unable to utter a single word.

The eldest disciple of the Zixiao Sect, a peerless genius with the cultivation of a pseudo-core cultivator, actually...

Two moves?

No, strictly speaking, there's only one move!

He was sent flying in one move!

And this was done after the Purple Heaven Thunder was used!

What kind of monster is this?!

After a brief silence, a collective gasp erupted in the hall.

"How...how is this possible..."

"Senior Brother Ling Xiao actually... lost?"

"Two moves! Only two moves! And that's only for someone at the Pseudo-Core Formation level!"

"What... what level of cultivation does this person possess?!"

Everyone's expression changed, and their gazes toward Li Yuhun were filled with shock and fear.

Those cultivators who were previously eager and ready to fight were now pale-faced, their legs weak, and they wished they could bury their heads in their necks.

Even Ling Xiao, who was at the pseudo-core cultivation level, couldn't withstand a single move. If they went up there, wouldn't they be throwing their lives away?

For a moment, the hall was completely silent, and no one dared to step forward.

Lin Fengmian could see it clearly from the second floor, and sighed inwardly.

Sure enough.

He knew this would be the outcome.

These fools, blinded by beauty, don't even consider their own limitations before rushing in.

Now look what happened, you've made a fool of yourself!

Lin Fengmian shook his head, picked up another spiritual fruit, and popped it into his mouth.

He wasn't in a hurry.

Anyway, Xiao Sheng hasn't made a move yet.

The other person's younger brother was beaten up like that, he, as the older brother, couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing, could he?

Lin Fengmian chewed on the spiritual fruit with a clear conscience, waiting to see the show.

But just then—

"Lin Fengmian! I knew you'd be here!"

A clear and melodious sound suddenly rang out, echoing through the hall like a silver bell.

The voice carried a hint of excitement, a touch of coquettishness, and a hint of... a desire to stir up trouble.

Lin Fengmian's hand froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

That sound...

Why does that sound so familiar?

Lin Fengmian slowly turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the main hall.

A graceful figure in pale yellow stood there.

The girl had a slender and delicate figure. Her pale yellow dress was perfectly tailored, outlining her slender waist and budding curves. The hem of the dress was embroidered with small, pale gold flowers that swayed gently with her movements, like forsythia blooming in spring.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, tied with a pale yellow ribbon, with a few stray strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.

And that face—

It's unbelievably exquisite.

Her features were like a finely sculpted work of art: arched eyebrows, a straight nose, and lips like cherries. Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch, and it shimmered with a faint, lustrous glow in the candlelight.

She stood there, hands on her slender waist, chin slightly raised, her eyes crinkling with laughter, looking like a proud little peacock.

Her appearance was comparable to that of Chu Qingyi.

No, it can't be said that they are evenly matched.

Because these fairies have reached a certain level of beauty, it's difficult to distinguish them based on appearance alone. What truly differentiates them is their aura.

Chu Qingyi is like an ice lotus on a snow-capped mountain, aloof and proud, to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.

And the person in front of me—

Su Zhenzhen.

She exuded youthful vitality, like the most radiant flower in spring—bright, flamboyant, and unrestrained.

She smiled and looked towards the private room on the second floor where Lin Fengmian was. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was clear and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate: