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

Behind her, Xiao Ling'er sat quietly at the stern of the boat, looking at that figure with complicated emotions, lost in thought.

Because the outside world was in great chaos, Lin Fengmian had a "friendly and cordial" conversation with Li Cheng in his mind before setting off.

Finally, they managed to pry out a technique for concealing one's aura and changing one's appearance from this old relic's mouth—the "Thousand Faces Concealing Breath Technique".

Although this technique cannot completely deceive old monsters above the Nascent Soul stage, it is more than enough to fool ordinary Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

On the flying boat at this moment, Lin Fengmian's face had completely changed. His once handsome face, capable of making female cultivators blush and their hearts race, was now completely unremarkable.

She has ordinary eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly yellowish complexion; she's the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you just blinked in a crowd.

If one did not carefully investigate with their divine sense, no one would guess that this seemingly insignificant rogue cultivator was the renowned "Number One Person Below the Nascent Soul Stage" of the Hehuan Sect.

Xiao Ling'er leaned against the stern of the boat, staring intently at Lin Fengmian for a long while, her heart filled with extreme astonishment.

If she hadn't been able to clearly feel the connection between her soul and the other person, she would have almost thought that the person in front of her wasn't Lin Fengmian at all.

That's an amazing disguise technique.

Xiao Ling'er was secretly amazed, but showed no sign of it on her face. She still didn't give Lin Fengmian a friendly look, but after spending time together, she wasn't as constantly on guard as she had been at the beginning.

At least... although this person is a smooth talker, he has never done anything inappropriate to her. On the contrary, he has given her a lot of cultivation resources.

But she was still curious about what method this person had used to change his appearance and aura so thoroughly.

Lin Fengmian noticed her gaze, glanced back at her, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"What? Are you stunned? Do you think I'm handsome no matter what I look like?"

"No...no."

The journey was uneventful.

The two traveled smoothly through mountains and wilderness, and after about two days, the outline of a majestic city finally appeared in front of them.

That is the Great Dream Immortal City.

The Great Dream Immortal City is nestled among the mountains where Yanjiabao is located, less than a hundred miles away.

If you want to enter Yanjiabao, Da Meng Xian Cheng is the only way.

This immortal city has a long history and is known as one of the three great immortal cities in the Southern Region, along with two other immortal cities. It has never been under the jurisdiction of any dynasty or sect and is a gathering place for free cultivators.

This is why, although the turmoil of the Heavenly Star Alliance affected the entire Southern Region, the Great Dream Immortal City was not greatly affected.

The city remained bustling with merchants and travelers, and cultivators came and went in an endless stream.

The streets were lined with shops, and the sounds of hawking, bargaining, and the clinking of ritual implements mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Lin Fengmian put away the flying boat and landed with Xiao Ling'er in front of the city gate.

After he handed over three low-grade spirit stones, the two entered the city without incident.

The moment you step through the city gate, you're greeted by a rich, bustling atmosphere. The streets are lined with all sorts of stalls, displaying a dazzling array of spiritual herbs, talismans, magical artifacts, and cultivation manuals. Many independent cultivators are engaged in heated haggling with the stall owners.

Not far away stood a towering teahouse, from which came the sounds of string and wind instruments, and one could faintly hear several cultivators discussing the recent movements of the Heavenly Star Alliance.

Lin Fengmian's gaze swept over his surroundings, a slight smile playing on his lips. This immortal city was far more prosperous than he had imagined.

Although the Heavenly Star Alliance is powerful, it seems that it has not yet extended its reach into this independent immortal city, which has given him a lot of convenience.

The two walked along the main street toward the city center. After a few steps, Lin Fengmian's brows furrowed slightly.

A group of people were gathered in front of a pill shop not far ahead. Among them stood several cultivators dressed in uniform, with a star and moon emblem embroidered on their sleeves—they were members of the Heavenly Star Alliance.

And in the very center of their encirclement was a stunningly beautiful young woman.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll. Her eyes and brows bore a resemblance to Yan Qingluan in Lin Fengmian's memory.

She was dressed in a light blue dress, her long hair tied up with a jade hairpin. At this moment, she was looking at the Tianxing Alliance cultivators in front of her with a wary expression, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger.

Lin Fengmian recognized her at a glance.

This must be the cousin Yan Qingluan mentioned—Yan Qingyao.

"I told you, I don't have time today, so don't bother me anymore!" Yan Qingyao's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger, clear and crisp like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

The leading Tianxing Alliance cultivator had triangular eyes and a face full of fat. He chuckled upon hearing this, but his tone carried an unyielding force:

"Miss Yan, it is your good fortune to be invited by my young master. Even if you refuse today, we will still have to invite you back."

"Young Master said that if we don't see you, our heads will be in danger."

As he spoke, he waved to the men behind him, who then grinned and took two steps forward, making a move to grab Yan Qingyao.

Passersby glanced at them, but no one dared to step forward to stop them. Everyone knew that although the Great Dream Immortal City was nominally independent,

But the Heavenly Star Alliance's influence has already infiltrated them? Even the Yan family has bowed their heads; what ordinary rogue cultivator would dare to provoke them?

Yan Qingyao's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back, clutching a communication jade tube in her sleeve, but did not immediately crush it.

She knew that even if she called for reinforcements, they might not be able to stop these few cultivators from the Heavenly Star Alliance.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fengmian's expression turned slightly cold.

This guy is trying to harm his fiancée.

Although Yan Qingluan has passed away, Lin Fengmian has always kept her dying words in mind.

He couldn't just stand by and watch the women of the Yan family be bullied.

However, now that he has disguised himself, it is inconvenient to reveal his true identity in the Great Dream Immortal City. Moreover, the Heavenly Star Alliance is powerful, and if he makes a rash move, he may expose his whereabouts and alert the enemy.

But... who said I had to take action?

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Lin Fengmian's lips. He turned to Xiao Ling'er behind him and whispered, "Wait for me here," before quickly walking towards the crowd.

Xiao Ling'er was slightly taken aback, and before she could react to what he was trying to do, she saw Lin Fengmian pretending to be flustered as he rushed out of the crowd.

He stumbled, as if he had been pushed by someone, and bumped right into the horse-faced Golden Core cultivator.

"Ouch!"

Lin Fengmian let out an exaggerated cry, took several steps back, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and his face was full of fear:

"I'm so sorry! Fellow Daoist, I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into you. I'm truly sorry!"

As he spoke, he secretly activated the power of Li Cheng in his sea of ​​consciousness, releasing a wisp of divine pressure comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, which precisely enveloped the horse-faced cultivator.