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

"Could this person be hiding their true strength?"

Xiao Ling'er's mind raced, and she instantly changed her mind.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's lips slowly curled into a playful smile.

He didn't rush to answer, but instead began to observe the white-clad female swordswoman before him with great interest.

Her exquisite figure was faintly visible beneath her flowing white dress, and her long, swan-like neck was held high, exuding an aura of unapproachable sternness.

But he just wanted to see how long this awe-inspiring aura could last.

"I'll say it," Lin Fengmian said lazily, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over the other woman's high breasts and slender waist.

"Are you really going to attack me?"

His tone was flippant, with a hint of nonchalant mockery.

Xiao Sheng, who was standing to the side, was so terrified that he almost knelt down on the spot!

He knew all too well who this scoundrel was!

Back in the Hehuan Sect, this guy dared to confront even the disciples of the Supreme Elder head-on. What difference is there between my cousin's cultivation level and that of paper in front of him?

"Hehe, Brother Fengmian, that... what's up?"

Xiao Sheng quickly forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice trembling.

"My cousin is young and doesn't know anything! She really doesn't know anything! Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart!"

As he spoke, he frantically gave Xiao Ling'er meaningful glances, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Xiao Ling'er was greatly surprised to see her cousin's appearance.

She and Xiao Sheng grew up together and knew that although her cousin was cautious in his actions, he was also a proud person at heart.

I have never seen him so obsequious.

Just who exactly is this Lin Fengmian?

Her mind raced. Anyone who could frighten her cousin like this must have an extraordinary background.

They either come from top-tier families or have some extraordinary figures backing them.

Moreover... she had to admit that the strange resonance she felt when her sword intent touched the other party was still lingering in her mind.

Her innate sword heart

That was her talent, which she had been proud of since she embarked on her cultivation journey, giving her an extraordinary sensitivity to the way of the sword.

But just now, her sword spirit resonated with the aura of the man in front of her!

The feeling was like two peerless swords echoing each other from afar.

This person is no ordinary person!

Xiao Ling'er changed her mind in a flash.

With a flick of her wrist, the longsword that was about to be drawn was pushed back into its sheath.

She raised her long, slender, white neck high, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny, and spoke to Lin Fengmian:

"I'm in a good mood today, so I can choose not to attack you and spare your life."

She paused, her tone carrying an unyielding arrogance:

"But—you must sign a contract with me and become my sword slave! Otherwise, you can die."

This statement came out.

Xiao Sheng was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at his cousin, mouth agape, his mind blank.

It's over...it's all over...

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian was first taken aback, then burst into laughter in anger.

He raised an eyebrow, sizing up the white-clad female swordswoman before him, and sighed inwardly.

He had long heard that the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were known for their domineering nature. But to be domineering to this extent was truly rare.

He had originally intended to tease her a bit, to see just how stubborn this proud female swordswoman could be. But now—

He changed his mind.

The Xiao Ling'er before him was not only stunningly beautiful, like a celestial swordswoman descended to earth, but also exuded a cool and sharp aura of swordsmanship.

Moreover... her inherent rebellious spirit was just right for him.

The more arrogant a woman is, the more interesting it is to tame her.

The smile on Lin Fengmian's lips grew increasingly playful.

Just then, within his sea of ​​consciousness, Li Cheng's old voice suddenly boomed, filled with barely suppressed ecstasy:

"What an opportunity! What a great opportunity, young friend! You are indeed a person of great fortune!"

"What kind of opportunity?" Lin Fengmian asked in his heart.

"Innate Sword Body!" Li Cheng's voice trembled.

"Young friend, this woman actually possesses an innate sword physique! Do you know what this means? Even in those major sects, such a physique would make her a sought-after disciple by the elders! A natural-born swordsman! One in a million!"

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat. No wonder his sword heart resonated with the other party's just now; so that's why.

Li Cheng continued speaking at length:

"Moreover! I see that this woman's primordial yin is not broken, and her primordial yin contains a trace of Geng metal energy."

"If you, young friend, can cultivate with him, your Golden Spiritual Root can directly transform into the rudimentary form of the Innate Geng Metal Spiritual Root! At that time, your swordsmanship talent will reach another level!"

Even without him saying it, Lin Fengmian had already seen Xiao Ling'er's extraordinary qualities. Such a stunning beauty, possessing an innate sword physique, would be a waste to kill her.

If one could subdue her, keep her by one's side and train her properly, making her willingly offer up her virginity—that would be truly interesting.

Lin Fengmian stared intently at Xiao Ling'er, his tone flippant yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"You're not bad looking, and your aptitude is barely acceptable. How about this—I'll take pity on you and make you my personal maid, responsible for warming my bed, folding my blankets, and serving me my sword."

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze turning icy as he fixed his gaze on Xiao Sheng, who was trembling to the side.

"As for you, Xiao Sheng, as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, you dared to collude with external enemies and betray the sect—your crime deserves death."

"die."

The word fell lightly, yet it was like an invisible, sharp blade.

Xiao Sheng's pupils constricted, and he screamed in terror, "No! Lin Fengmian, you can't—"

puff.

A cold light flashed.

Xiao Sheng's voice abruptly stopped.

His head flew off instantly, his face frozen in disbelief and terror. It tumbled twice in the air before crashing to the ground with a thud.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed with a thud, blood gushing from its severed neck, staining the soil beneath its feet red.

"ah--!"

Xiao Ling'er was so frightened by this sudden scene that her face turned pale instantly, and she couldn't help but cry out in surprise!

She didn't even see how Lin Fengmian made his move! The sword light was as fast as a ghost; she only felt a blur before her eyes, and Xiao Sheng was already decapitated!

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was crushed to death like an ant?!

etc--

Lin Fengmian?!

This name... sounds so familiar!

Xiao Ling'er was startled, and a thought that sent chills down her spine flashed through her mind.

She finally remembered!

The person who defeated Jian Wuhen, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect and known as the invincible swordsman of his generation, in the Southern Region Sect Competition—wasn't that Lin Fengmian?!

Oh my god! How could it be him?!