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

This man is decisive and ruthless, yet he also knows how to assess the situation and when to be merciful and when to kill.

He had let Chen Qingxuan go earlier because he thought that Chen was indecisive and not up to the task.

In hindsight, he misjudged the situation.

The beautiful eyes of the Crimson Lotus Immortal gazed at the figure in the mirror, a strange ripple stirring in her heart.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.

She didn't know when it started, but her thoughts kept involuntarily revolving around that nemesis.

I'm worried about his safety, and I care about his victory or defeat...

She even secretly hoped to see him soon.

Over the years, she has been devoted to the Dao, and even though she is in a dual cultivation sect like the Hehuan Sect, she has always remained chaste.

She refused countless arranged partners from the sect, relying solely on her own exceptional cultivation to maintain her purity.

Until that night...

Thinking of that enchanting and tender scene, her cheeks flushed slightly, but a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

That night, the cold poison flared up.

That night, she let down her guard and let him do whatever he wanted.

Even now, thinking about that feeling still makes me blush and my heart race.

Honglian gently bit her lip, suppressing the ripples in her heart, her face remaining as cold and aloof as frost.

But deep within those beautiful eyes, there was a hint of tenderness that was hard to describe.

Within the Myriad Demon Realm.

The night was as dark as ink, and occasionally the roars of monsters could be heard from the depths of the dense forest, but they were quickly dispersed by the wind.

Lin Fengmian traveled north along the mountain ridge, casually dealing with several foolish demonic beasts. These included a mid-stage second-tier Ironback Wolf, two peak first-tier Crimson Flame Foxes, and a few oblivious venomous pythons.

He glanced down at the jade pendant at his waist.

The points fluctuated, slowly approaching the 100,000 mark.

Ninety-three thousand points.

We are only 7,000 short of 100,000.

Lin Fengmian's lips curled up slightly, but he did not continue hunting. Instead, he concealed his aura and flew towards a hidden valley.

As night deepened, only one day remained until the end of the trial.

He could sense that the atmosphere in the secret realm was subtly changing.

The layer of hazy mist overhead seemed to be slowly contracting, as if an invisible hand was closing in from all directions towards the center. It was the contraction of the secret realm's barrier, forcing all the surviving disciples towards the core area.

A fierce battle for points is about to begin.

At this moment, everyone has accumulated a considerable number of points in their jade tokens. Killing monsters to earn points is too slow; the fastest way is to rob.

Stealing other people's points.

Lin Fengmian knew that the rankings of the Myriad Demons Ranking would be announced in the secret realm early tomorrow morning. At that time, his name and score would be exposed to everyone.

A score of over 80,000, no, over 90,000, is enough to make anyone envious.

He will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

"I need to find a place to hide until the trial ends."

Lin Fengmian muttered to himself, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, covering an area of ​​several miles, searching for a suitable hiding place.

A short while later, his gaze sharpened.

Three miles to the southeast, there was an extremely well-hidden cave. The entrance was completely obscured by layers of vines and bushes; had he not possessed such powerful divine sense, he would never have noticed it.

"That's it."

Lin Fengmian flashed and used the Nine Transformations of Illusion, rushing towards the cave like a wisp of green smoke.

A moment later, he landed at the cave entrance, parted the vines, and just as one foot stepped inside—

"stop!"

A delicate shout came from inside the cave, clear and melodious, yet carrying a hint of fierceness.

"I, the princess, discovered this cave first!"

Lin Fengmian paused, then looked up.

Deep inside the cave, a pretty young girl was glaring at him angrily, her cheeks puffed out like a little pufferfish.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a smart and capable outfit, with a soft whip wrapped around her waist that shimmered with a faint spiritual light, clearly not an ordinary item.

She put her hands on her hips, trying to look fierce, but her cute face wasn't really intimidating. Her bright almond-shaped eyes sized Lin Fengmian up and down, full of wariness.

"Princess?"

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow, looking at her with interest. "Are you from the Zhennan Prince's Mansion?"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful girl gave a light snort, raised her chin high, and her eyes were full of arrogance:

"You've got some sense! I am Yan Yiyi, daughter of the Prince of Zhennan! If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now. This cave is mine!"

As she spoke, she pointed towards the cave entrance, as if she were chasing away a stray cat blocking her way.

Lin Fengmian found it somewhat amusing to look at the other person's expression.

Even Su Zhenzhen doesn't have such a big air about her. The other party is just a princess. In this secret realm, who knows who you are?

A playful smile played on his lips as he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Your Highness, this is a secret realm. Who you are...does it matter?"

He paused, deliberately drawing out his words, and calmly met her gaze:

"It's not important who has the bigger fist, is it?"

Having said that, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his other foot steadily entering the cave.

Upon seeing this, Yan Yiyi was completely distraught.

Her eyes widened, and she pointed a finger at Lin Fengmian, her finger trembling slightly.

"You...you...do you believe I'll go tell my father and have him deal with you!"

His voice was urgent and angry, yet it carried a hint of cuteness and fierceness.

Lin Fengmian simply smiled and didn't take it to heart.

His gaze swept over her shapely figure—her fitted outfit accentuated her slender waist and budding curves; though not voluptuous, she possessed a unique, youthful charm.

He deliberately grinned mischievously, took a step closer, and lowered his voice:

"Go ahead and sue. But—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other person from head to toe, his tone ambiguous:

"Let me tell you, don't push me too far. If you do... hmph."

Those two "humming" sounds were quite meaningful.

Yan Yiyi was so frightened that she jumped back, her back hitting the stone wall. She instinctively put her hands in front of her chest to protect herself, and her pretty face instantly turned red, so red that it was almost dripping blood.

"You...you dare!"

Her voice trembled, but she still forced herself to stand straight and threatened, her voice strong but her heart weak:

"My father won't let you get away with this!"

"Hahaha!"

Seeing her cowardly yet fierce appearance, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed through the cave, causing a few specks of dust to fall from the stone walls.

After he had laughed enough, he stopped laughing and quietly extended his divine sense outside the cave.

A moment later, his expression tightened slightly.

Outside the cave, to the southeast, more than a dozen auras were moving rapidly. They were disciples from other sects, quite numerous and with considerable cultivation levels.

If they discover this place, a fierce battle is inevitable.

Lin Fengmian withdrew his divine sense, looked at Yan Yiyi, and his tone became more serious:

"Okay, I was just kidding."

He pointed to a huge rock in the middle of the cave, which naturally divided the cave into two parts, left and right.