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

This kind of unruly little firecracker... it's more interesting to train, cough, no, to educate her, isn't it?

The days passed peacefully until the evening of the third day.

Yan Qingyao, holding a cup of tea, gently knocked on Lin Fengmian's door.

"Brother Fengmian, are you there?"

Lin Fengmian was meditating when he heard that gentle, soft voice, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a beautiful figure stepped in.

Today, Yan Qingyao changed into a light pink dress. The fabric was as soft as water, which made her already fair skin look even more radiant.

Her dark hair was loosely tied up, revealing a slender and long neck, and she exuded a gentle and charming aura.

She carried the teacup to Lin Fengmian, bent down slightly, placed the teacup on the small table, and then sat down beside him, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"Brother Fengmian... Qingyao has something she wants to ask you."

Her voice carried a hint of nervousness and hesitation.

"Hmm? Go ahead." Lin Fengmian picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the warm tea carried a faint fragrance of spiritual herbs.

Yan Qingyao bit her lower lip and finally mustered the courage to speak:

"Those older sisters you have at the Hehuan Sect... are they easy to get along with? Do they... dislike Qingyao?"

She looked up at Lin Fengmian, her clear eyes filled with trepidation and unease.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's heart softened.

This young lady is worried that she won't be able to fit into his social circle.

He put down his teacup, turned to look at her, and carefully considered his options.

Xiao Xiyue, that woman, has been completely subdued and obedient to him ever since they began their dual cultivation.

He could clearly see the anxious look in her eyes as she stood in the crowd during her tribulation that day.

Given her aloof and proud nature, the fact that she could show such an expression for a man clearly indicates that she is deeply in love.

As for his first wife, Nangong Li... although she has now ascended to the Immortal Realm and is no longer by his side...

But if she were there, given her magnanimous nature, she certainly wouldn't have any objections.

Moreover, before her ascension, she personally told him, "Cultivate diligently in the lower realm."

"It would be good for you to have more girlfriends with you."

As for Chu Qingyi, this woman who went back to her old flame... the fact that she was able to change her mind and accept her again was already a blessing she could never have dreamed of.

What other opinions could there be?

The only thing that Lin Fengmian was unsure about was his stunningly beautiful martial aunt, Honglian.

Martial Aunt Honglian has a fiery personality and is an elder of the Hehuan Sect, so her status and position are quite extraordinary.

but……

Lin Fengmian stroked his chin, pondering to himself:

As long as I have a few in-depth conversations and use my unique technique to "unblock" things a few times, it shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and gave Yan Qingyao a reassuring smile:

"Don't worry, my Qingyao is so well-behaved and adorable, they will definitely like you very much."

"Really?" Yan Qingyao's eyes lit up slightly, but she was still somewhat uncertain.

"Of course it's true."

Lin Fengmian reached out and gently ruffled the top of her hair.

"You're so gentle and sensible, who wouldn't like you? I'll have them take you with them in your cultivation, so you can look out for each other."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyao finally felt relieved and smiled sweetly, "That's good!"

That smile was like a hundred flowers blooming!

Bright and radiant, carrying the unique innocence and charm of a young girl.

Unlike Xiao Xiyue's aloofness, Nangong Li's allure, and Xia Qingcheng's stunning beauty,

It's a kind of gentle feeling that makes people feel at ease, like a spring breeze.

Looking at the beautiful face before him that was so similar to Yan Qingluan's, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Yan Qingluan, that woman, was shrewd and calculating, taking every step with care, but in the end, she also fell into her own trap.

Before she died, she entrusted her younger sister to me, probably because she knew that with her personality, she would never stand by and watch Yan Family Fort be destroyed.

If he hadn't desperately needed the Soul-Nourishing Wood to save Feng Lu, he really wouldn't have wanted to wade into the mess at Yan Family Fortress.

But having accepted this entrustment, I have no choice but to see it through to the end.

However, the peace of Yanjiabao was soon shattered by the arrival of Lin Fengmian.

The next morning, Lin Fengmian was practicing boxing in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the direction of the front hall.

Immediately afterwards, a maid rushed in to report:

"Young Master Lin! Something terrible has happened! Several clan elders, led by the Third Elder Yan Beishan, have joined forces and caused a disturbance in the council hall!"

They strongly oppose your marriage to the Second Miss, and are even more adamant about not handing over the Soul-Nourishing Wood!

Lin Fengmian stood with his fists clenched, his expression unchanged, and simply gave a soft "hmm".

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

When he entered the council chamber, the atmosphere was already tense.

Yan Nantian sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen, clearly enraged. Yan Qingyao stood beside her father, her eyes slightly red, obviously having just suffered a grievance.

On the opposite side, several elderly men with white hair and beards sat proudly in the guest seats, the one in the lead being the Third Elder, Yan Beishan.

Yan Beishan was about sixty years old, with a lean build and a pair of triangular eyes that shone brightly, making it clear at a glance that he was a man of deep thoughts.

His beard and hair stood on end, and he pointed righteously and sternly in Lin Fengmian's direction, his voice booming like a bell:

"Lord of the Fortress! The Yan Family Fortress has maintained a distinguished reputation for generations. How could we possibly marry our most precious daughter to a disciple of the Joyful Union Sect? If this were to get out, how could the Yan Family Fortress possibly have any face left in the Southern Region?!"

He paused, then snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Lin Fengmian with a sinister glint:

"Moreover, that Soul-Nourishing Wood is a family treasure, passed down for hundreds of years. How can it be given away so easily?! I think this boy is just coveting my Yan family's treasure. He's all talk and no action; his heart is truly wicked!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several elders behind him echoed his sentiments:

"The Third Elder is right! This child's origins are unknown; we cannot trust him easily!"

"The Soul-Nourishing Wood must not be given away! It's something passed down from our ancestors!"

"How can a woman from our Yan Family Fortress marry someone from the Hehuan Sect? Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock?"

Yan Nantian trembled all over and slammed his hand on the armrest:

"Third Elder! You! Are you disregarding the very survival of my Yan Family Fortress?!"

Yan Qingyao's eyes reddened with anxiety, her jade-like hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, but she bit her lip to hold back her tears.

Lin Fengmian, however, remained seated in the guest seat, his expression indifferent.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, as if the outcry against him had nothing to do with him.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, a monstrous storm was brewing deep within his mind.

"Young friend! Someone is trying to cut off my path to survival! You must act quickly!"

Li Cheng's aged and agitated roar exploded in his mind like thunder!

The Soul-Nourishing Wood is crucial to the survival of his remaining soul. Now that someone has jumped out to obstruct it, how can he not be anxious?