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

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

But there was no trace of pain on Lin Fengmian's face.

He even had the leisure to look down at the spot where his name had been drawn—

The robe was torn in several places, revealing skin underneath that had a faint jade-like luster.

And not a single red mark was left on that skin.

Su Mengdie's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was terrified!

How is that possible?!

Her Thirteen Whips of Yinshan were powerful enough to severely injure cultivators of the same level!

But when you strike this person, it's as if you've struck an indestructible iron plate!

Just how powerful is this person's physical body?!

Lin Fengmian glanced down at the whip marks on his body, then looked up at Su Mengdie with a mocking smile on his lips.

He was quick-witted and agile.

Just as the whip lashed out again, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the tip of the whip in his hand!

The crimson whip struggled wildly in his palm, but it remained motionless as if clamped by iron pincers.

Su Mengdie's expression changed, and she quickly pulled back forcefully.

But no matter how many times she tugged, the long whip remained motionless.

It was as if the other end was not connected to a person's hand, but to a majestic mountain.

She was startled.

Although his combat strength is now comparable to that of a pseudo-core cultivator.

Even if she were to face a real cultivator who had achieved the rank of Pseudo-Core Formation, she was confident that she could exchange a few blows.

But the person in front of me—

He's only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet his power is ridiculously great!

What kind of monster is he?!

Looking at Su Mengdie's shocked and angry expression, Lin Fengmian sighed and shook his head.

"What's wrong, Fairy Su? Haven't you eaten?"

He deliberately drew out his words, his tone full of amusement:

"Why does it feel so soft and weak when it hits me? It doesn't hurt at all!"

He paused, then smiled and said:

"Or... is the fairy hinting at something to her junior brother?"

"you--!"

Su Mengdie was so angry that she trembled all over, but she was helpless.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart, and a strange light suddenly flashed in her beautiful eyes.

next moment--

Her eyes turned a light pink!

Within his pupils, a delicate peach blossom slowly rotated, radiating a dazzling and mesmerizing light.

Enchanting magic!

The signature skill of Yinshan Palace!

Although Su Mengdie's cultivation level was not the highest, her charm technique was second to none among the Foundation Establishment disciples of the entire Yinshan Palace.

Countless cultivators with higher cultivation levels than her have fallen victim to her charms.

This trick always works!

however--

Lin Fengmian looked at those eyes that shimmered with pink light, but only chuckled and shook his head.

Enchanting magic?

He possesses a pure Yang body, extremely yang and strong, immune to all poisons and impervious to all evil.

Such charm is no different from a kindergarten child trying to trick an adult in front of him.

He even found it a little boring.

Su Mengdie desperately activated her charm technique, and the peach blossoms in her eyes spun faster and faster, their pink light growing brighter and brighter.

But Lin Fengmian's eyes remained clear, without a trace of infatuation.

even--

He even yawned.

Su Mengdie's heart sank little by little.

How is that possible?!

Her charm had absolutely no effect on this person?!

The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap.

She subconsciously took a step back, already considering retreating.

This person is too strange.

His physical body was ridiculously strong, and charm magic had no effect on him.

If we continue fighting, we will only bring shame upon ourselves.

however--

How could Lin Fengmian possibly let her go?

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he suddenly exerted force in his hand!

"come over!"

An overwhelming force surged through the whip, and Su Mengdie felt an irresistible force dragging her towards Lin Fengmian!

"ah--!"

She gasped in surprise, stumbled forward, lost her footing, and fell to the ground!

That posture looked incredibly pathetic.

Lin Fengmian, however, showed no mercy or pity whatsoever.

He gripped the long whip, and with a flick of his wrist—

"Snapped!"

With a lash, the whip struck Su Mengdie's soft flesh hard!

The crisp crack of the whip was particularly jarring in the quiet arena.

"ah--!"

Su Mengdie gasped again, but this time it wasn't from fright, but from pain.

She could clearly feel a burning, stinging pain coming from her body.

Feeling both ashamed and angry, a surge of heat rushed to his head, and his entire face turned bright red.

"You...you stop!"

She struggled to get up, but Lin Fengmian whipped her back down again.

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound.

Su Mengdie bit her lip, her eyes already reddening.

From childhood to adulthood, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

But Lin Fengmian showed no sign of stopping.

He never hesitates to deal with enemies, and he has a good touch.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

One lash after another, the crisp sound of the whip echoed continuously in the hall.

Su Mengdie's screams and pleas for mercy mingled together, making the male cultivators present feel their blood boil and their hearts pound like drums.

The male cultivators present were experiencing a complex mix of emotions.

Those who usually worshipped Su Mengdie like a goddess and fawned over her were now heartbroken to see their goddess being publicly whipped by Lin Fengmian and kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

"This...this Lin Fengmian is simply cruelly destroying a beautiful flower!"

"How could he treat Fairy Mengdie like this! He has no sense of chivalry whatsoever!"

"My dream butterfly... my dream butterfly..."

Some were heartbroken, some gritted their teeth, and some had bloodshot eyes, wishing they could rush up and fight Lin Fengmian to the death.

Finally, a handsome male disciple dressed in brocade robes could no longer bear it.

He abruptly stood up, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and roared at Lin Fengmian on the stage:

"Lin Fengmian! If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to bully a woman!"

His voice was full of anger and resentment, and his gaze toward Su Mengdie was full of heartache.

"Xian'er... my Xian'er..."

He murmured, his eyes reddening.

The sight of her dodging and weaving as she was whipped, her clothes disheveled, her long hair loose, combined with her stunningly beautiful face and curvaceous figure...

She was a hundred times more alluring than her usual aloof demeanor!

Some people were so engrossed in watching that their mouths went dry, and they subconsciously swallowed.

Some people felt a surge of heat rush to their head, and immediately got up, covered their noses, and ran to the outhouse.

"No, no, I can't keep watching... Something bad is going to happen..."

"Wait for me, I'm coming too..."

In an instant, several male disciples left the scene in a sorry state.