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

Even the Holy Son Sword Without Trace was defeated by him. How could my meager cultivation be compared to his, like a firefly trying to outshine the bright moon?

Thinking of this, all of Xiao Ling'er's pride and confidence collapsed instantly, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and her heart was filled with despair and fear.

She had heard of Lin Fengmian's ruthless methods. No one who offended him ever had a good ending.

Seeing that the proud and aloof sword fairy finally showed fear, Lin Fengmian smiled with satisfaction.

He stepped forward slowly, looking down at her with a hint of mockery in his voice:

"So, my Fairy Xiao? Have you thought it through now?"

He leaned forward slightly, his voice suddenly turning cold, carrying a chilling edge:

"Hand over your life soul obediently and become my bed warmer and quilt-making sword slave maid in exchange for a chance to live—"

"Or are you going downstairs to join your good-for-nothing cousin right now?"

Xiao Ling'er's eyes were filled with despair, the light in her beautiful eyes dimmed, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

In the world of cultivation, the strong prey on the weak; who wouldn't value their life?

She was in the prime of her life, possessed exceptional talent in swordsmanship, and had a bright future awaiting her in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

She didn't want... she really didn't want to perish like this.

Lin Fengmian's icy voice rang out again: "You only have one chance to choose."

These words were like an ultimatum, completely shattering Xiao Ling'er's last psychological defenses.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a single tear silently slid down her cheek.

"I...I'll pay."

She raised her jade-like hand with trembling hands, and gently touched her brow with her slender fingertips.

A pure white ball of light slowly emerged, radiating a soft glow.

This is her innate soul imprint.

Handing it over means completely entrusting your life and death to the other party.

Lin Fengmian accepted the soul imprint with satisfaction. He touched it lightly with his fingertips and instantly felt an inviolable master-servant contract established between him and Xiao Ling'er.

From this moment on, with just a thought from him, this proud sword fairy will be annihilated and perish.

After subduing Xiao Ling'er, her aloof and otherworldly temperament remained unchanged; only the stubbornness and arrogance in her eyes transformed into submission.

She bowed slightly, her voice trembling softly: "Master."

His white robes were as pure as snow, and his posture was as upright as a sword. He still looked like a celestial swordsman descending to earth, aloof and stunningly beautiful.

Lin Fengmian looked her over with satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over her exquisite face and graceful figure, and nodded:

"Very good. From now on, you may call me 'Young Master.' Now, come back to your clan with me."

Xiao Ling'er's feelings were complicated, but she dared not disobey in the slightest: "Yes, young master."

For Lin Fengmian, easily subduing Xiao Ling'er was indeed an unexpected delight.

After all, this woman came from a rival family, and if she hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have intended to leave her alive.

Lin Fengmian was genuinely a little excited about taking in a female slave for the first time.

This feeling... is definitely exciting!

He had to admit that he was largely driven by lust. Such a stunning beauty, coupled with a rare innate sword physique, it would be a great pity to kill her.

Keeping him by your side is both pleasing to the eye and helpful for his spiritual practice, so why not?

Lin Fengmian was in high spirits and flew towards the Hehuan Sect on his sword. Xiao Ling'er followed closely behind, her white robes fluttering like a cold, clear sword light.

The two disappeared into the horizon, one after the other.

"Let's go." Lin Fengmian turned to look at the woman in white beside him, his tone casual but carrying an undeniable command.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling'er softly hummed in agreement, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions.

Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her fair cheeks. Her clear, cold eyes churned with resentment, confusion, shame, and a hint of resignation that she herself was unaware of.

But she dared not say anything more and could only obediently follow behind Lin Fengmian. Her figure, dressed in white, was like a famous sword sheathed, its sharpness concealed, yet its brilliance was still undeniable.

When the two flew back to the battlefield side by side, the area below was already a scene of devastation.

Lin Fengmian's terrifying strike, which combined the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and the Nine Yang Divine Seal, completely destroyed the enemy's last will to resist.

The three fake infant cultivators ran faster than rabbits, turning into streaks of light and fleeing into the distance without looking back, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would be caught up by that evil star.

Those who remained were merely scattered soldiers, at most at the Core Formation stage. Faced with the elite forces of the Hehuan Sect led by True Person Honglian, they were no match for them.

They couldn't mount any decent resistance; some died, some were wounded, and some surrendered. The entire battlefield was a river of blood.

The Hehuan Sect achieved a great victory.

As Honglian finished cleaning up the mess and was directing her disciples to sweep away the battlefield, her gaze inadvertently swept across the sky, and she saw a figure in pure white standing beside Lin Fengmian. She was slightly taken aback, then flew towards him on her sword.

"Junior Nephew Lin, who is this?"

Honglian's gaze fell on Xiao Ling'er, and she looked her up and down, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

This woman's stunning beauty and aloof demeanor were in no way inferior to the most outstanding women in the sect.

Moreover, the faint sword intent emanating from her body... was clearly an aura that only someone with exceptional swordsmanship talent could cultivate.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian glanced at Xiao Ling'er beside him, a casual smile playing on his lips:

"Uncle-Master, this is a female cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect whom I just subdued. But don't worry, she has already entrusted her life soul to me, and from now on she will be my personal maid, with absolutely no disloyalty."

The words "personal maid" were pronounced with exceptional clarity.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling'er's ears turned slightly red, but she dared not raise her head and could only lower it even further.

Honglian raised an eyebrow, gave Lin Fengmian a half-smile, but didn't say anything more.

She knew her junior apprentice's personality well; he always had a way with women. Now that he had taken her life soul, he couldn't cause any trouble.

Several peak masters also gathered around, their gazes lingering on Xiao Ling'er, and they all praised her:

"Wow, this little girl is quite pretty! When did the Heavenly Sword Sect produce such a beautiful disciple?"

"Tsk tsk, those eyebrows, those figure, he's clearly a good candidate for swordsmanship. It's a pity that Junior Nephew Lin beat him to it."

"Nephew Lin is truly blessed!"

With two holy maidens already infatuated with him, and now a sword fairy by his side, he's the envy of everyone!

Standing half a step behind Lin Fengmian, Xiao Ling'er felt uncomfortable under the curious, scrutinizing, and even somewhat ambiguous gazes.

From childhood to adulthood, when has she ever been judged and criticized like this?

Back in the Heavenly Sword Sect, she was a revered swordsmanship genius wherever she went; everyone addressed her respectfully as "Senior Sister Xiao." But now…

She bit her lower lip, buried her head even lower, and almost instinctively shrank behind Lin Fengmian.

She looked just like a wronged young wife, afraid to speak or move, only able to hide behind the only person who could shelter her from the wind and rain.