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

The body of the Crimson Lotus Immortal trembled violently. The warm current was so intense that she couldn't withstand it for a moment.

She tried to speak, but only a muffled murmur escaped her throat.

The sound was so embarrassing that even she herself felt ashamed.

Her cheeks were burning hot, her ears were flushed, and she felt both ashamed and annoyed, yet she couldn't muster the slightest resistance.

The feeling brought by that pure yang energy was simply too comfortable.

That warmth that seeps into your bones, that relief after years of being tormented by cold poison...

She simply couldn't bear to refuse.

Her body involuntarily leaned back, curling up slightly, almost half-leaning into Lin Fengmian's arms.

Simply because... it's so comfortable, so incredibly comfortable, to be near him.

Having been eroded by the cold poison for many years, he now felt as if he had seen the dawn, and his mental defenses were constantly crumbling.

Lin Fengmian felt the soft body in his arms, the fragrant jade in his embrace, warm and soft as jade.

There was absolutely no way to help the other person heal their body; after a short while, they would be drawn away by the other person's mature charm.

The faint fragrance emanating from Master Honglian, mixed with a hint of sweat, drifted into the nostrils, stirring the heart and soul.

His heart fluttered slightly, and he was somewhat unable to control himself.

But soon, he bit his tongue, and the sharp pain instantly brought him back to his senses.

Can not be done.

This is my own martial uncle.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, a cultivator who is actually a fake infant.

If one takes advantage of someone in distress, how is one different from a beast?

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart and trying his best to remain calm.

He secretly told himself: If I want to relieve my anger, I should go to Xiao Xiyue.

It's not worth it, it's not worth it!

After much mental preparation, Lin Fengmian finally calmed down and continued to focus on channeling pure Yang energy.

Time passed slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fengmian was already covered in sweat.

Although the pure Yang energy was highly refined, it also consumed a great deal of energy. After continuously channeling it for so long, even with his solid foundation, he was starting to feel the strain.

But the effect was equally remarkable—the cold poison in the body of the Red Lotus Immortal had been suppressed to a great extent.

Lin Fengmian slowly withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.

He gently helped the Red Lotus Immortal to the bed, letting her sit against the headboard, before stepping back and bowing with his hands clasped in greeting:

"Senior Aunt Honglian, the cold poison has been temporarily suppressed. You should rest well. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Their steps were hurried, as if some ferocious beast was chasing them from behind.

He was genuinely scared.

If he stayed even a second longer, he really couldn't guarantee he could control himself.

however--

"Nephew Lin..."

A hoarse yet delicate voice came from behind.

That voice was completely different from the usually aloof and dignified sect leader's; it carried a hint of languor, a touch of dazedness, and an inexplicable longing.

Lin Fengmian paused, his body stiffening slightly.

He took a deep breath and forced himself not to turn around.

"Is there anything else, Uncle-Master?"

Keep your voice as steady as possible.

Behind me, I heard a rustling sound.

That was the sound of fabric rubbing together.

Immediately afterwards—

"Whoosh."

A soft sound.

Lin Fengmian's pupils contracted slightly.

He could feel something slip off his shoulder.

He couldn't resist turning around in the end.

The Crimson Lotus Immortal sat upright on the bed, her thin veil having somehow slipped down her shoulders...

Lin Fengmian only glanced at it before feeling a buzzing in his mind.

He quickly looked away, not daring to look anymore.

But that fleeting glimpse of the scene is deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't shake it off.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong...?"

Lin Fengmian's voice was somewhat dry.

Honglian Zhenren did not answer.

She slowly rose, her eyes, usually cold and aloof, now shimmering with tears and filled with a dreamy look.

She raised her hand and gently tugged at Lin Fengmian's sleeve, then—

She bumped right into his arms.

Lin Fengmian felt a warm, soft embrace.

The faint fragrance wafted over him, leaving his mind blank.

"Nephew Lin..."

The voice of the Crimson Lotus Immortal was husky yet charming.

She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his pleasant scent.

Pure Yang energy.

That extremely masculine and powerful aura was, to her, the most deadly poison.

Although the cold poison in her body had been suppressed, the residual cold energy still circulated in her meridians, making her feel cold all over.

The pure yang energy emanating from Lin Fengmian was like the warm sun in winter, making her unable to resist wanting to get closer and closer.

Lin Fengmian felt a buzzing in his head, and all the mental preparation he had done before vanished in an instant.

What senior uncle, what sect leader, what taking advantage of someone in distress...

He completely forgot about it.

At this moment, the woman he was holding in his arms was someone who needed him.

As for True Person Honglian, the usually aloof and dignified leader of the Hehuan Sect,

At this moment, she curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, her face flushed with a captivating blush.

That extreme contrast instantly ignited Lin Fengmian's passion.

No...

I'm her martial uncle...

The last shred of reason within Honglian Zhenren was screaming madly.

She should have pushed him away, yelled at him, and told him to get out.

But she can't.

It felt so good to be curled up in his arms.

That warm breath enveloped her completely, making her feel at ease to the core.

She didn't want to leave.

I don't want to at all.

Just this once...

This is really just this once...

The Red Lotus Immortal advised herself in her heart.

She closed her eyes, a complex look flashing in her beautiful eyes.

immediately--

She opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with determination.

"Nephew Lin..."

She raised her head, tilted her face upward, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was husky and charming:

"Please help me... just this once..."

He had to admit that he really couldn't control himself anymore.

mature.

charming.

All kinds of styles.

That mature charm that comes with the passage of time...

She is in no way inferior to Yang Yuxian.

Even more than that.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, putting all his worries behind him.

What about master-disciple relationship, what about the authority of a sect leader, what about taking advantage of someone in distress...?

At this moment, none of that matters.