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

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched, and he quickly looked away.

Although these women were not bad looking, they were still far inferior to beauties like Chu Qingyi and Nangong Li.

but……

He couldn't help but feel a little smug.

That's the benefit of strength.

In any world, the strong are always admired.

Meanwhile, things were even more lively at the Hehuan Sect.

Xiao Xiyue stood in the crowd, looking at the figure in green, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and surprise.

She jumped up excitedly, grabbing Liu Yayin's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly:

"Ya Yin! Did you see that?! He won! He actually won!"

Liu Yayin felt dizzy from being shaken, so she quickly grabbed her hand and said irritably:

"I saw it! I saw it! Calm down!"

But her gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Fengmian, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Is this Junior Brother Lin really that strong?

Liu Shiyin stood to the side, her beautiful eyes lingering on Lin Fengmian, and she nodded to herself inwardly.

This young man is indeed extraordinary.

She had initially worried that Lin Fengmian wouldn't be able to defeat his opponent, but now it seems... she had worried too much.

As for Chu Qingyi—

She stood beside Master Honglian, her jade hands clasped tightly together, her knuckles turning white.

She wanted to cheer, to jump for joy, to rush up and hug that man.

But with Master Honglian right there, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

She could only suppress her excitement and try her best to maintain a cool and aloof demeanor.

however--

Deep within those beautiful eyes, however, a strange brilliance flickered.

That man was her ex-boyfriend.

But seeing him so imposing, she still felt an indescribable sense of pride and honor.

The Red Lotus Immortal looked at Lin Fengmian in the arena, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration.

She turned around, looked at Chu Qingyi beside her, and a smile appeared on her lips:

"Qingyi, you former Daoist partner have certainly brought honor to my Hehuan Sect."

She paused, her tone tinged with emotion:

"Good lad, not bad."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyi's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement, her heart filled with sweet joy.

At this moment, Su Zhenzhen jumped up excitedly!

"We won! We won! I knew it!"

She excitedly took the beautiful woman's hand, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her whole being like a joyful fawn.

"Mother! I won! Mother, I won!"

The beautiful woman's lips twitched involuntarily as she looked at her smug expression.

She turned to look at the figure in the blue robe in the center of the arena, a complex emotion flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Unexpectedly, this young man in the late Foundation Establishment stage actually has some strength.

They actually defeated Li Yuhun, who couldn't even beat a fake Core cultivator.

but……

The beautiful woman secretly shook her head.

These qualities alone are not enough to qualify him to become the son-in-law of the Su family.

She sighed, her gaze falling on Lin Fengmian, secretly making plans in her mind.

How could a kid with no background be worthy of the Su family's precious daughter?

Their precious daughter, who had been pampered and cherished since childhood, was the apple of everyone's eye in the Su family.

How could her life's most important matter be decided so hastily?

The beautiful woman thought to herself, her gaze towards Su Zhenzhen filled with helplessness.

Ling'er is still too naive.

She thought that winning a competition would prove something.

In the world of cultivation, strength is certainly important, but background, foundation, future prospects... aren't they all criteria for consideration?

How far can a boy with no family support or sect protection go, no matter how talented he is?

The beautiful woman shook her head, already having made up her mind.

Meanwhile, on the high platform...

Master Fulong sat upright in his chair, his face ashen.

He originally proposed this competition to take the opportunity to promote the reputation of Jingang Temple.

Vajra Temple is renowned for its physical cultivation. In the Core Formation stage and below, physical cultivators are immune to spells and have an absolute advantage.

He originally intended for his disciples to display their divine power and intimidate all the heroes.

Unexpectedly, the limelight was stolen by this kid from the Hehuan Sect!

Master Fulong was displeased and his gaze fell on Lin Fengmian, a dark look flashing in his eyes.

In his view, Lin Fengmian was just lucky.

His technique was precisely the counter to Li Yuhun's Netherworld Ghost Fire, which is why he managed to win by sheer luck.

If one encounters a true body cultivator—

Master Fulong's lips curled into a cold smile.

Those who cultivate their bodies below the Core Formation stage are immune to magic and possess incredibly strong physical bodies; every punch and kick carries immense power.

Although this kid is also a body cultivator, his foundation is still shallow. How could he possibly be a match for one of my disciples?

Thinking of this, Master Fulong turned around and looked at a monk behind him with a dark complexion and no expression on his face.

The monk was burly and muscular, standing there like an iron tower, exuding a fierce aura.

Master Fulong slightly tilted his head, his lips barely moving, and a whispered message entered the monk's ear:

"Guangzhi, go up and teach him a lesson. Remember, don't let anyone die."

Upon hearing this, Guangzhi clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He stepped out of the crowd, his steps steady, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The crowd made way, their eyes falling on the dark-faced monk.

Guangzhi walked to the center of the arena, stood opposite Lin Fengmian, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and spoke in a low, cold voice:

"This benefactor has committed theft in broad daylight, which is an insult to the precepts of our Buddhist community."

He paused, then raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared at Lin Fengmian:

"Your words are unrestrained and your behavior is unruly. This humble monk advises you to repent and return to the right path, lest you ruin yourself."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow and then let out a cold laugh.

This monk immediately started praising himself and distorting the truth; he certainly has a knack for Buddhist tricks!

He sized Guangzhi up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"What a fine monk from Vajra Temple."

He deliberately drew out his words, his gaze lingering on the storage pouch at Guangzhi's waist, his tone full of amusement:

"Your ability to distort the truth is truly an eye-opener for me."

Guangzhi's expression remained unchanged; he still clasped his hands together and coldly said:

"Benefactor, this humble monk is merely stating the facts."

"Let's stick to the facts?"

Lin Fengmian chuckled, shook his head, and his gaze fell again on Guangzhi's storage bag, his tone carrying a hint of teasing:

"But I'd like to say about this master—"

He paused, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"You'd better keep an eye on your storage bag."

Guangzhi frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Lin Fengmian continued, his tone full of mockery:

"Although I'm not particularly interested in your Buddhist practices, if I'm in a bad mood, I might just steal something..."