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

"Lin Fengmian, hurry up and attack! Beat this ugly monster to a pulp!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

In an instant—

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes turned to Su Zhenzhen.

Then, following the direction of her finger—

They all turned to look at the private room on the second floor.

Look at the young man in blue robes who is holding a spiritual fruit but hasn't had a chance to put it in his mouth yet.

Lin Fengmian: "..."

The spiritual fruit was held in mid-air; whether to eat it or not was also a dilemma.

He looked at the gazes that shot towards him like sharp swords, and felt the pressure surging from all directions; his lips twitched even more violently.

Su Zhenzhen! You jerk!

Lin Fengmian cursed inwardly, but had to force a smile on his face.

At this moment, the main hall was in an uproar.

Countless eyes were focused on Lin Fengmian.

Among those gazes were curiosity, scrutiny, disdain, and expectation.

Among them, a few gazes stood out particularly.

Xiao Xiyue.

The veiled disciple of the Hehuan Sect was also looking at Lin Fengmian. A complex emotion flashed in her clear, cold eyes.

Beside Su Zhenzhen, a beautiful woman dressed in a magnificent palace robe gently tugged at Su Zhenzhen's sleeve and whispered a reproachful tone:

"You silly girl, what are you doing, making such a fuss!"

She paused, glanced at the figure in green robes on the second floor, then at Li Yuhun, who was wreathed in green ghostly flames in the arena, and lowered her voice:

"Now look what's happened, they're too scared to go up, and you've put them in an awkward position."

"Look at him, he's just a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Going up there would be a pointless death for him."

Su Zhenzhen, however, didn't seem to care. She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin even higher, and snorted.

"Mom, you don't know! He's incredibly capable!"

"This guy is keeping a low profile! If he makes a move, he'll definitely defeat his opponent!"

She paused, a hint of pride in her voice, and raised her chin slightly:

"And—this is my registered Daoist partner at the Hehuan Sect, this is your son-in-law!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman's delicate face immediately showed surprise, then her eyebrows furrowed and her voice rose several decibels:

"Su Zhenzhen! You think you're all grown up now? How dare you make decisions on such a big matter without my permission?!"

Her chest heaved with anger, her full breasts trembling violently, drawing frequent glances from the male cultivators around her.

"If your father finds out, you're bound to get a beating! Have you forgotten how you were locked in your room for a month last time?"

The beautiful woman grew angrier as she spoke, her slender fingers poking Su Zhenzhen's forehead:

"And that kid certainly won't survive! Don't you know your father's temper?"

Su Zhenzhen was poked so hard she had to back away, but she still smiled and didn't seem to care.

Seeing her like this, the beautiful woman became even angrier and continued:

"And look at the other person—they're completely unmoved by all this shouting, they're clearly a coward! How could they possibly be worthy of the Su family?"

She snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain:

"Su Zhenzhen, your taste is absolutely terrible!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhenzhen was not angry at all; instead, she gave the other person a mischievous smile.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her smile was as cunning as a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

"Mother, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

She leaned closer to the beautiful woman, lowered her voice, but deliberately made sure that everyone around could hear her:

"I'll bet—this guy can definitely beat these Heavenly Demon Sect disciples!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman let out a cold snort from her delicate nose.

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her full breasts appear even more impressive, and glanced sideways at Su Zhenzhen, her tone full of disdain:

"How is that possible? The opponent is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet this disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect can't even last three moves against a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator!"

She paused, looking at Su Zhenzhen's confident demeanor, and suddenly felt a little unsure, but still forced herself to speak:

"What are you betting with me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhenzhen's triumphant smile grew even brighter.

She leaned forward, took the beautiful woman's hand, and said coquettishly:

"Mother, if you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"

Her eyes darted around, and she counted on her fingers:

"If you lose, you and Father are no longer allowed to arrange random Daoist partners for me like before!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay, Mother can bet with you."

She looked at Su Zhenzhen, a meaningful smile playing on her lips:

"But you have to promise that if you lose, you'll listen to me and your father when it comes to finding a Daoist partner."

Upon hearing this, Su Zhenzhen quickly reached out and hooked her hand with the beautiful woman's little finger:

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

The beautiful woman was secretly pleased with herself as she looked at her daughter.

She knew the strength of the Heavenly Demon Sect disciple—Li Yuhun, a core inner disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, whose cultivation technique, the Netherworld Ghost Fire Technique, was an Earth-rank technique, and whose cultivation was unfathomable.

Even Ling Xiao, who was at the Pseudo-Core stage, couldn't withstand three moves. How could this late-stage Foundation Establishment kid possibly win?

The beautiful woman was secretly delighted, as if she could already see her daughter obediently following her lead and letting her arrange her marriage.

but--

She soon developed a headache.

It's all because Lin Fengmian... is just too patient!

The other person was still in the private room on the second floor, leisurely eating spiritual fruit, as if everything happening below the stage had nothing to do with him.

His posture and expression were as calm as if he were drinking tea and admiring flowers in his own backyard.

The beautiful woman's lips twitched slightly as she looked at that expression.

Is this kid really not afraid, or is he just pretending?

Even the Prince of Zhennan, who was sitting at the head of the table, couldn't help but cast a curious glance at Lin Fengmian.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a python robe and with a dignified face, turned his head slightly and looked at the figure in a blue robe on the second floor with great interest.

To receive personal attention from the Prince of Zhennan is an immense honor.

however--

Lin Fengmian remained unmoved.

He just sat there, eating the spiritual fruit bite by bite, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

That calm and composed demeanor made the beautiful woman even more anxious.

She turned to look at Su Zhenzhen and lowered her voice:

"Look at the guy you found! People are yelling at him to his face, and he's still up there eating fruit!"

Su Zhenzhen was extremely anxious at this moment.

She looked at Lin Fengmian, who remained as steady as an old dog and unmoved, and felt both anxious and angry.

Lin Fengmian! Hurry up!

Where's your usual flirtatious energy? Where's that charm? Why are you playing dead now?

She mentally ranted, her small hands clenched into fists, wishing she could rush up and drag that bastard down from the second floor.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian was still eating fruit.