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

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire arena!

The flames were extremely hot, and even with Li Yang's many years of cultivation, he couldn't withstand them!

His clothes turned to ashes in an instant, and his skin twisted and charred in the flames!

"Help! Help me—!"

He frantically tried to extinguish the flames on his body, but to no avail.

The flames burned brighter and brighter!

In just a few breaths—

The screams abruptly stopped.

The flames died down, leaving only a pile of ashes on the platform.

Amid the ashes, a few charred bones could still be vaguely seen.

The entire room fell silent.

Silence reigned.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the pile of ashes on the stage, speechless for a long time.

The elder of Xuan Dan Pavilion suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with fury!

"How dare you, you brat!"

He roared, and the aura of the Golden Core stage erupted from his body as he charged toward the stage!

"presumptuous!"

The Seventh Prince, Yan Jiuxiao, snorted coldly, and a wave of oppressive power descended, firmly pinning down the elder of the Xuan Dan Pavilion.

"In the grand competition, life and death are irrelevant; that's the rule! Does your Xuan Dan Pavilion intend to defy the imperial decree?"

The elder of Xuan Dan Pavilion turned ashen-faced, but dared not move again.

He glared fiercely at Lin Fengmian, gritting his teeth:

"I will remember this matter!"

On the high platform.

The powerful eunuch Song was ashen-faced, and he crushed the teacup in his hand.

This adopted son, whom he had carefully raised, died in such an ironic way!

It was refined by its own natal magical artifact!

What a disgrace!

Eunuch Song took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and looked at Lin Fengmian on the stage with a cold gaze.

He remembered this grudge.

……

Lin Fengmian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He looked at the pile of ashes on the stage and gently shook his head:

"I warned you before, an oven explosion is very dangerous."

"If they won't listen to advice, whose fault is it?"

The audience was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Lin Fengmian with deep apprehension.

Ruthless!

decisive!

No mercy!

No casualties have been reported in other arenas so far.

Only Lin Fengmian completely annihilated his opponent!

This ruthless decisiveness sent chills down the spines of many present.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect also had mixed feelings at this moment.

They usually thought that Senior Brother Lin was carefree and easygoing, but they never expected that he would be so ruthless at heart!

You can't afford to offend someone like that!

Crown Princess Yan Qingluan gazed at the figure on the arena, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion.

She murmured softly:

"Decisive and ruthless, brave and resourceful... If only the Crown Prince had half of his spirit."

She shook her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

……

Lin Fengmian withdrew his gaze and looked at the eager challengers below the stage, saying calmly:

"Next."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

For a moment, no one in the audience dared to respond.

That was not his original intention.

His original intention was always simply to cultivate quietly and happily with the fairies. However, things didn't go as planned. He just wanted to live a peaceful life, but these people insisted on coming after him—even trying to take his life.

Since the other party had murderous intent, he had only one principle: better to kill the innocent than let one go.

This is a lesson learned through blood and tears from a past life's struggles in the mortal world.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Moreover, if these people are let go, they will surely come back again in the future, and then it won't just be him who suffers, but also those around him who care about him.

So... don't blame me for being heartless. Blame yourselves for running into this mess.

Lin Fengmian composed himself and said calmly, "Next."

The next two challengers hesitated for only a moment before bowing and admitting defeat.

They didn't even have the courage to fight.

The next two also chose to concede defeat.

After a full day, Lin Fengmian maintained his title as champion with a perfect record of six wins.

There was no real battle.

Some of their opponents didn't even dare to make a move.

Lin Fengmian couldn't have been happier with this situation. It saved him from having to take action again and from getting entangled in karma. He wasn't a bloodthirsty person to begin with, and unless he was forced into a desperate situation, he preferred to resolve issues in a gentler way.

The first day of the arena battles has now come to an end.

Chu Qingyi successfully challenged the champion and became the new champion.

Her gaze involuntarily swept towards the edge of the crowd, and she quickly spotted the familiar figure in a blue robe. He was standing in the crowd, seemingly talking to Xiao Xiyue, a smile playing on his lips, his expression relaxed.

Chu Qingyi withdrew her gaze, feeling a slight pang of sadness in her heart, but she did not show it at all.

On another arena, the Third Young Master of the Xiong family was also challenging the arena today. His opponent was a seemingly weak scholar in white robes, whose cultivation was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. The Third Young Master of the Xiong family thought he had it in the bag. However, as soon as the scholar made his move, a sky full of talismans appeared, their light as dazzling as a galaxy, and he was blasted off the arena.

Xiong Sanshao got up, covered in dust and grime, barely able to speak, and could only stomp his feet in frustration.

Xiao Xiyue and Liu Shiyin had bad luck in the draw and were not allowed to play in several rounds, so they could only watch from the sidelines.

As for Xiao Sheng...

He had successfully conquered a ring today, standing proudly on the stage, enjoying the attention of the crowd. However, his good fortune didn't last long—soon, an even stronger person came up to challenge him, and in less than half an incense stick's time, Xiao Sheng was blasted off the stage, slinking into the crowd in disgrace, never daring to raise his head again.

on the way back.

Lin Fengmian walked at the front of the group, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Chu Qingyi behind him, and suddenly paused slightly.

This woman's breathing... was somewhat disordered.

Chu Qingyi's expression remained unchanged, and her steps were still steady, but Lin Fengmian's perception still keenly detected subtle fluctuations in the spiritual energy within her body. Those fluctuations resembled a hidden injury, which she stubbornly concealed.

Lin Fengmian frowned almost imperceptibly.

This woman is quite strong; she couldn't be hurt at all. How could she be injured?

But he didn't ask any questions.

After what happened with her last time, he knew that he had a complicated relationship with the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect, and the existence of that "avatar" always made him somewhat wary.

He wasn't sure if the Supreme Elder had possessed Chu Qingyi or was actually Chu Qingyi, nor was he sure if further provoking her would cause even more trouble.

So he chose to pretend he didn't see it.

Chu Qingyi walked behind, her gaze fixed on the figure in the blue robe ahead. She was waiting, waiting for him to turn around, waiting for him to ask, "What's wrong?" or "Are you alright?" Even just a simple expression of concern would make her feel at ease.

But the figure never turned around.

Chu Qingyi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside her, washing over her like a tide.

The Red Lotus Immortal silently observed this scene. Her gaze lingered for a moment between Lin Fengmian's back and Chu Qingyi's slightly reddened eyes, and she sighed quietly in her heart.

The Supreme Elder's clone was once the other's Daoist partner.

She always thought that the Supreme Elder had only reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, and that's why he sent that clone to experience the mortal world.

But now it seems... the relationship between that clone and Lin Fengmian is clearly more than just the word "Daoist couple".

Even someone as aloof and indifferent as the Supreme Elder could have fallen for him?

Thinking of this, Master Honglian couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

That man is popular wherever he goes. Even someone like the Supreme Elder couldn't escape his charm, let alone himself.

She shook her head, suppressing these chaotic thoughts, but her gaze involuntarily followed the figure in green robes ahead, watching for a long time.

Lin Fengmian was completely unaware that he had become the object of secret affections for countless fairies, and even less aware that his every move was tugging at the hearts of the people behind him. He simply walked ahead, his steps unhurried, his expression indifferent, as if the complex gazes behind him had nothing to do with him.

Xiao Sheng walked at the back of the group, watching as several stunningly beautiful figures in front of him all stared at the same back view, his eyes filled with envy.

Oh shit……

He is the true holy son of the Hehuan Sect!

Why aren't any of the women looking at him?!

Why that Lin Fengmian... why that Lin Fengmian!

Xiao Sheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but ultimately only dared to curse in his heart. He had witnessed what happened yesterday. The scene of that guy named Li Yang being turned to ashes was still etched in his mind.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

He swallowed hard and silently lowered his head.

After returning to the Hehuan Sect's residence in the Great Yan Dynasty, everyone went back to their rooms to rest and recuperate, preparing for tomorrow's arena competition.

After all, this arena battle lasted for nine days.

Chu Qingyi returned to her room first, closed the door, leaned against it, and gently pressed her hand against her chest. There, her spiritual energy surged violently, as if a hidden injury was flaring up. She bit her lip, suppressing a muffled groan, took out a pill from her bosom, swallowed it, and closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.

After a short while, his breathing finally calmed down a little.

But the bitter feeling in my heart was something I couldn't suppress.

In another room, Xiao Xiyue took off her outer robe and was about to sit down to meditate when she suddenly remembered Chu Qingyi's expression on the way. She hesitated for a moment, but finally went out and gently knocked on Chu Qingyi's door.

"Holy Maiden, are you alright?"

After a moment of silence inside the door, Chu Qingyi's clear, cold voice came from inside: "It's alright. Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister."

Xiao Xiyue stood outside the door for a moment, but ultimately did not ask any further questions and turned back into her room.

Lin Fengmian had just reached his room and was about to push the door open when a voice called out to him.

"Junior Brother Lin, please wait."

Lin Fengmian paused and turned to look.

There stood the Crimson Lotus Immortal at the corner of the corridor, the moonlight bathing her and making her radiant face even clearer. She wore an elegant palace dress today, the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of her snow-white neck, and the hem of her skirt fluttering gently in the night breeze, occasionally revealing a small section of her jade-like white legs.

Lin Fengmian's gaze lingered on that section of calf for a moment, and his heart couldn't help but feel a slight warmth.

He inwardly berated himself for being so spineless, but outwardly remained calm, cupping his hands and asking, "What are your orders, Uncle-Master?"

Master Honglian glanced at him, her gaze calm, her voice cold: "Come to my room, I have something to tell you."

Having said that, she didn't wait for Lin Fengmian's reply and turned to leave. As she turned, her skirt billowed up, her long, slender legs were faintly visible in the moonlight, her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her back view was graceful and captivating.

Lin Fengmian looked at that figure from behind, and his heart couldn't help but burn with passion.

He swallowed hard, muttering to himself: Could it be that I performed too well on stage today, and my Martial Aunt Honglian wants to give me a "special reward"?

Thinking of this, his steps became lighter.

He quickly followed and entered Honglian Zhenren's room.

The moment the door closed—

With a wave of her hand, the Crimson Lotus Immortal summoned countless restrictions that lit up the walls, completely enveloping the room. Amidst the flowing spiritual light, sound and aura were completely shut out.

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat.

This setup... Could it be that my martial uncle is really going to give him some special reward?

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, his gaze secretly sweeping over the exquisite figure of the Red Lotus Immortal, and his heart began to beat faster.

however--

The Crimson Lotus Immortal had her back to him, her voice cold yet carrying a barely perceptible tension. Her jade-like hands, hidden in her sleeves, were tightly clenched together, her knuckles white.

"Nephew Lin, our statuses are different."

She paused, as if considering her words.

"What happened that night... was purely accidental. Please don't overthink it."

Lin Fengmian's heart sank immediately.