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

His voice was cold and aloof, keeping people at arm's length.

……

Meanwhile, in the outer square.

The two elders of the Hehuan Sect were stroking their beards with smiles on their faces.

"If the two of them can cooperate, our sect will definitely secure a place in the top twenty!"

"Exactly! With such a powerful alliance, how could our rankings not rise?"

Elders from other sects interjected sarcastically:

"What a pity, your Lin Fengmian seems to be ungrateful."

"He doesn't even care about the honor of his sect! He's utterly ignorant! Does such a selfish and self-serving person deserve to be at the top of the list?"

Master Honglian frowned slightly and immediately retorted, her voice as cold as frost:

"Junior Nephew Lu has his reasons. With his points, he really doesn't need to team up with anyone. If you have any objections, why don't you let your own disciples get 50,000 points first?"

Everyone was speechless.

Feng Meizi interrupted with a cold laugh, her tone full of sarcasm:

"Don't be too happy yet. After tomorrow, the secret realm's barrier will shrink, forcing all disciples to the core area. The competition for points then will be far more brutal than it is now. Lin Fengmian is all alone; he'll probably end up doing all the work for someone else!"

These words made Master Honglian's heart tighten.

She gazed at the leisurely figure reflected in the Xuanjian Mirror, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Nephew Lin... you must be very careful.

……

In the secret realm.

Lin Fengmian knew that there must be something fishy about the other party's previous conflict with him, and their current initiative to seek cooperation.

It's possible they're trying to betray themselves.

but--

Lin Fengmian happened to have the same idea.

However, out of consideration for his fellow disciples, he couldn't bring himself to do something that would harm his own disciples and violate the greater good.

But now, they've come to us of their own accord...

Is there any reason not to?

Come here.

It's better to benefit your fellow disciples than to let others benefit.

Lin Fengmian made up his mind, but his face remained expressionless.

He waved his hand casually:

"Senior brother, you should find someone else. I'm not interested."

After saying that, he deliberately turned around, his back to Chen Qingxuan, as if he were focused on grilling meat and completely unsuspecting.

Seeing the other person's exposed back and relaxed, wary expression, Chen Qingxuan thought to himself, "What a great opportunity!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his right hand quietly gripped the hilt of the sword.

Lin Fengmian...

go to hell!

Don't blame me, blame yourself for stealing my woman!

Be more careful in your next life!

He suddenly drew his sword, channeling his spiritual power into the blade. The sword light shone like a rainbow as he thrust it fiercely toward Lin Fengmian's back!

"Go to hell!"

The sword energy pierced the air, its sharpness unmatched!

He used all his strength in this sword strike, leaving no room for retreat!

……

In the central square, everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

"Fratricide?!"

"Utterly shameless! Such behavior is intolerable!"

"How could the Hehuan Sect produce such a scoundrel!"

Exclamations and curses rose and fell, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the appalling scene reflected in the Xuanjian Mirror.

The two elders of the Hehuan Sect looked ashen-faced. One elder was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at the figure in the mirror, his lips quivering, unable to speak.

The Red Lotus Immortal was even more furious. She suddenly stood up, her jade hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white!

"Chen Qingxuan!"

She gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent.

If Lin Fengmian is injured because of this, she will definitely make this person pay the price!

Feng Meizi laughed gleefully, saying in a sarcastic tone:

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Joyful Union Sect is truly full of talented people. They're even capable of killing each other. Fellow Daoist Red Lotus, you'd better keep a close eye on your disciples."

True Person Honglian ignored everything, her beautiful eyes fixed on the scene in the Xuanjian Mirror, her heart pounding in her chest.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce through—

Chen Qingxuan's sword tip was only three inches away from Lin Fengmian's back.

Three inches.

For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this distance is practically touching flesh; it can pierce through the heart and lungs in the blink of an eye.

however--

The sword tip stopped.

It wasn't that Chen Qingxuan had a change of heart, but rather that he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness on his neck.

The icy, snake-like tongue gently pressed against his skin, the chill seeping into his pores and rushing up his spine to the top of his head.

Chen Qingxuan froze, his movements abruptly halted as if frozen in place.

He slowly lowered his head, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye—

A jet-black flying sword, radiating a chilling aura, hovered like a ghost beside his neck.

The sword tip was pressed against his throat, its blade gleaming with an eerie light. Just one more inch and it would pierce his throat.

He didn't even know when the sword had appeared.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air, silently and without any warning.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Chen Qingxuan's back.

He stood frozen in place, too afraid to move, making gurgling sounds in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Fengmian put down the roasted meat in his hand and slowly turned around.

The firelight illuminated his face, and his eyes shone like cold stars in the night, icy and sharp.

He glanced at the Shadow Sword pressed against Chen Qingxuan's neck, then at the long sword in Chen Qingxuan's hand that was only three inches from his back, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That smile, neither warm nor cold, sent chills down your spine.

"Hey Senior Brother Chen," Lin Fengmian began, his tone as calm as if he were chatting casually, "what are you trying to do?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it struck Chen Qingxuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

Chen Qingxuan's lips trembled, his face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:

"No...no...I'm not..."

He wanted to say, "I didn't mean to," but even he didn't believe it.

The sword has already been thrust out, and you still say it wasn't intentional?

"I...I just wanted to...want to test Junior Brother Lin's reaction..."

Chen Qingxuan was incoherent, his mind was blank, and only one thought remained—run!

He secretly reached for the jade pendant at his waist with his right hand, preparing to crush it and escape the secret realm.

As long as he crushes the jade tablet, the teleportation power will send him out of the secret realm. At that time, even if Lin Fengmian has great abilities, he will be unable to do anything to him.

however--

"Don't even think about running away."

Lin Fengmian's voice rang out slowly and leisurely, with a hint of laziness, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"My Shadow Sword can kill you right here without you even needing to crush the jade token."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Shadow Sword pressed against Chen Qingxuan's neck trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword moved even closer, piercing the skin on the side of his neck.

A trickle of blood seeped out and slid down her neck.

Chen Qingxuan was startled, and his hand, which was reaching for the jade pendant, froze in mid-air.

He had no doubt about Lin Fengmian's words.

That jet-black flying sword was now radiating a chilling killing intent. With just a thought from Lin Fengmian, his head would be severed, leaving no time to crush the jade tablet.