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

She gently shook her head, suppressing her chaotic thoughts, her face remaining as cold and aloof as ever.

……

In the secret realm.

Lin Fengmian leisurely ate his barbecue, secretly sighing to himself.

Sigh, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

His profound words just now will surely earn him goodwill among the elders of the various sects.

They kept saying things like "for the sake of the sect," "brotherhood," and "I'll spare your life"...

He almost believed it himself.

If I had this kind of acting skill in my past life, I would have won countless Oscars by now.

He smiled slightly, tore off a piece of wolf meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with relish.

The flesh and blood of a peak second-tier demon beast contain extremely rich essence. With each bite, one can feel a warm current flowing down the throat and into the limbs and bones, nourishing the meridians and muscles.

After a hearty meal, Lin Fengmian felt his blood and energy flowing freely, and his whole body felt warm and comfortable.

If he could eat like this every day, it wouldn't be long before he could break through to the late stage of Body Refinement.

Lin Fengmian happily made plans in his heart, put the remaining wolf meat into his storage bag, and extinguished the campfire.

He stood up, dusted off his robes, determined his direction, and continued toward the core area.

After tomorrow, the barrier around the secret realm will shrink, forcing all disciples to the core area.

That's when the real show begins.

……

The moonlight was hazy, and the dense forest was deep and secluded.

Lin Fengmian used the Nine Transformations of Illusion, his figure moving like a wisp of green smoke, quickly traversing through the forest.

His divine sense extended outwards, covering an area of ​​several miles, alerting him to any movement around him.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow but didn't stop walking.

The next moment, a figure darted out from the woods and met him head-on!

The two stopped at the same time, their eyes meeting.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark blue robe with a jade pendant at his waist. He had an ordinary face, but his eyes held a hint of shrewdness and ruthlessness.

Disciples of Ningdan Pavilion.

Lin Fengmian understood.

Ningdan Pavilion was originally a small sect that started by imitating Xuandan Pavilion, a first-class sect in Qingzhou. From its name to its cultivation methods, it was a complete copy, destined to be overshadowed by Xuandan Pavilion and could only be considered a second-rate sect.

This cyan robe is the symbol of Ningdan Pavilion.

When the disciple of Ningdan Pavilion saw Lin Fengmian, his eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

Along the way, he accumulated a considerable number of points by robbing weaker cultivators. The person in front of him appeared to be alone, and the aura emanating from him was only at the late Foundation Establishment stage—he was practically a fat sheep delivered to his doorstep!

He looked Lin Fengmian up and down, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

This person was tall and slender with a handsome face. He looked like a pampered disciple of a sect, and must have a lot of good stuff on him.

Moreover, although his aura was not weak, it was obviously somewhat unstable, as if it was built up by pills.

This kind of person has a lot of cultivation, but their actual combat ability is terrible, making them the easiest to bully!

The disciple of Ningdan Pavilion sneered inwardly, but put on a fierce expression, stepped forward, and said sternly:

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over your jade token right now! I might just give you a quick death!"

He paused, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Don't even think about crushing the jade token to escape. You have no chance of running away from me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but laugh.

I wasn't laughing out of anger; I genuinely found it funny.

He glanced at this arrogant disciple of the Condensing Pill Pavilion. He had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, but his aura was extremely weak. It was obvious that he had relied on pills to forcefully reach this level. His foundation was unstable and his spiritual energy was mixed.

This kind of person wouldn't even be worth a second glance, let alone someone at the Foundation Establishment stage or even someone at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage.

"Alright," Lin Fengmian said with a slight smile, his tone relaxed, "then give it a try."

The disciples of Ningdan Pavilion were taken aback, not expecting that the other party was not only not afraid, but also laughed.

A nameless anger surged within him, and he was about to utter a few more harsh words—

The words hadn't even left his mouth.

Lin Fengmian moved.

When he unleashed the Nine Transformations of Illusion to its fullest extent, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost!

The disciples of Ningdan Pavilion's pupils constricted sharply, instinctively wanting to retreat, but it was too late.

A crimson-gold flying sword had somehow found its way to his throat.

The sword tip gleamed coldly, and the chill seeped into his skin, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"you……"

The disciple of Ningdan Pavilion opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word.

Lin Fengmian did not give him a second chance.

With a flick of his wrist, the Little Heavenly Gang Sword traced an arc of light.

"Pfft—"

Blood splattered.

The head of the Ningdan Pavilion disciple flew high into the air, tumbled a few times, and then landed on the ground with a "bang," rolling a few times.

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A single, swift stroke, clean and decisive, without any hesitation.

Lin Fengmian retrieved his flying sword, flicked off the bloodstains, and moved with fluid grace.

He bent down to pick up the other person's jade pendant and probed it with his divine sense.

20,000 points.

Not bad, another sum of money has come in.

He swiped the points, casually tossed the jade token aside, then bent down to take the other person's storage bag and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he made a hand seal, and a fireball flew from his palm and landed on the corpse.

"boom--"

Flames rose and in the blink of an eye, the corpse was burned to ashes.

The night wind blew, and the ashes scattered and drifted away, leaving no trace.

It was as if this person had never existed.

Lin Fengmian clapped his hands and continued walking towards the core area.

……

In the central square.

Everyone's lips twitched at the sight.

This guy kills people like they're slaughtering dogs!

They were efficient and decisive, leaving no room for hesitation, and even cleaned up the scene spotlessly, leaving not a trace of dust.

This is no gentle and refined sect disciple; he's clearly a ruthless and decisive old hand!

Elder Qian of Ningdan Pavilion was ashen-faced, his lips trembling as he said in a trembling voice:

"This lad...this lad is utterly bloodthirsty! My disciple was merely arguing with him, and he actually killed him!"

Someone nearby shook their head and retorted sarcastically:

"Tsk tsk... Elder Qian, it was clearly your disciple who struck first. The rules of the secret realm are that life and death are irrelevant. Your Ning Dan Pavilion disciple failed to steal the person and was killed instead. Now you can't accept defeat?"

"Exactly! Does that mean only your Ningdan Pavilion is allowed to kill, but others aren't allowed to fight back?" someone immediately chimed in.

"Elder Qian, what you're saying makes no sense. We all clearly heard your disciple say, 'Don't even think about crushing the jade token to escape; you have no chance of escaping from me.' This isn't a verbal dispute; it's clearly an attempt to kill and steal the treasure!"

Elder Qian was speechless, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his lips trembled for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

He angrily flung his sleeves, sat back in his chair, and didn't utter another word.

The Great Yan Emperor sat upright on his dragon throne, looking at the figure in green robes reflected in the Xuanjian Mirror, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.