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

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian nodded secretly.

What Chu Qingyi said was indeed the truth.

If a full-scale battle erupts between Nascent Soul cultivators, the entire Joyful Union Sect could be razed to the ground.

Her ability to hold the fort from the rear is already her biggest trump card.

"The Supreme Elder is right."

Lin Fengmian remained calm, but his eyes gleamed with unwavering determination.

"Most of the forces we've subdued are still observing, and they might not put in their best effort if a fight breaks out."

But it doesn't matter—my original intention in subduing these forces was to raise a banner and thus weaken the Heavenly Star Sect's power.

He walked to the map of the Southern Regions hanging in the hall, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the location of the Great Yan Dynasty:

"Today, the biggest puppet is the Great Yan Dynasty."

As long as they remain standing, those vassal sects will not truly side with us.

Therefore, a direct confrontation between us and the Great Yan Dynasty is inevitable sooner or later—and it will certainly be a decisive battle.

He turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Chu Qingyi:

"If we can defeat the main force of the Great Yan Dynasty in one battle, it will be equivalent to breaking the strongest arm of the Tianxing Sect in Qingzhou."

At that time, the remaining vassal sects will be leaderless and will naturally scatter like birds and beasts.

We can defeat them without a fight and thus stabilize the situation in Qingzhou.

As Chu Qingyi listened to his well-organized analysis, her eyes gleamed with admiration, and she couldn't help but nod in approval.

The boy she brought back to the sect as a potential training ground has now grown into a capable and independent individual.

But what touched her even more was the phrase "Supreme Elder".

The way he addressed her, though respectful, carried an inexplicable sense of distance.

It was as if the chasm of "union and separation" between them had never truly disappeared.

Chu Qingyi gently bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"Feng Mian...actually, when there are no outsiders, you...you can just call me Qingyi."

Lin Fengmian was taken aback upon hearing this.

He looked at the Chu family's eldest daughter and the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect before him. He saw that she had her eyes lowered, and two faint blushes floated on her fair cheeks.

Those eyes, usually so clear and cold, were now rippling with gentle waves, just like when she first brought him back to the Huan Sect.

That night... he had just transmigrated, and was completely bewildered.

He spent a wonderful night with this aloof saintess, and they made love eight times.

At this moment, after Chu Qingyi finished speaking, seeing that Lin Fengmian did not respond for a long time, her heart tightened.

Her delicate hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning white. She dared not look up at him, afraid of seeing a look of rejection.

Lin Fengmian snapped out of his daze and, seeing her nervous expression, couldn't help but smile with amusement.

He slowly approached, lowered his head, and brought his warm breath close to her delicate, jade-like earlobe, brushing against her sensitive ear.

"Qingyi?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his voice carrying a languid magnetism:

"This form of address... isn't it a bit ambiguous? It seems like something only couples would use, right?"

Chu Qingyi froze, her ears instantly turning bright red, and even her breathing became erratic.

Lin Fengmian took a half step back, and looking at her helpless expression, chuckled:

"However... considering your recent good behavior, I'll make an exception and grant you this small request."

After saying that, he stood with his hands behind his back, resuming his calm and composed demeanor.

Chu Qingyi stood there, feeling her heart flutter with excitement, and two lovely blushes rose on her face.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her mind blank, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

That bastard... He flirted with me and then ran away, he's absolutely wicked!

Just as this ambiguous atmosphere was about to solidify into something tangible—

"Young Master!"

A cool, clear voice came from outside the hall, breaking the enchanting atmosphere of the moment.

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw Xiao Ling'er stride into the hall. She was still dressed in white, looking as pure and aloof as an immortal, but there was a hint of urgency in her eyes.

She first glanced quickly at Chu Qingyi, whose cheeks were flushed, then turned to Lin Fengmian and respectfully clasped her hands in greeting:

"We have just received an urgent report from the front lines! A force of no less than five thousand men, personally led by the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty and composed of elites from several vassal sects, is marching in a mighty force toward the Hehuan Sect!"

Judging from their marching speed, they will probably arrive at the gates of my sect in about half a month!

"oh?"

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow, but instead of panicking, a smile appeared on his lips.

Five thousand people? A gathering of elites from several vassal sects?

This is a much larger scale than the last time the Heavenly Demon Sect and Yinshan Palace clashed.

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down," Lin Fengmian sneered.

"The Great Yan Dynasty is trying to use my Hehuan Sect to establish its authority, making an example of it to other forces in the Southern Region."

He turned around, his gaze falling on the map of the Southern Region, and lightly tapped the terrain around the Hehuan Sect with his fingertips.

"You've come at the perfect time."

His tone was confident, and his eyes gleamed with a shrewd, strategic brilliance.

"Pass down the order: open part of the outer perimeter barriers and let their vanguard in—I'm going to trap them like turtles in a jar, and beat them with a locked door!"

"Also, tell the three Xiong brothers to follow the plan and let them each occupy the three major array eyes: Heavenly Fire, Earth Collapse, and Wind Howl."

Once the enemy's central army enters the valley, the grand formation will be fully activated!

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning:

"I will make sure these people never leave alive!"

"Yes, young master!"

Xiao Ling'er's beautiful eyes narrowed, she bowed to accept the order, and turned to leave quickly.

Clad in white as snow, with crisp, clean steps, her aloof figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the main hall.

Lin Fengmian withdrew his gaze and looked at Chu Qingyi beside him, a confident smile curving his lips:

"Qingyi, you just stay here and watch how I devour this great gift."

Looking at his spirited appearance, Chu Qingyi's worries gradually dissipated.

She nodded gently and said softly, "Okay, be careful."

……

at the same time.

The newly appointed Grand General of the Great Yan Dynasty, Xiong Tian, ​​is personally leading the allied forces of the Nine Sects, marching in with great momentum.

This allied force consisted of elite troops from several sects, including the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Sacred Pill Pavilion, and the Vajra Temple, along with the direct-command cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty's royal family.

The number of people exceeded five thousand, their momentum was fierce, their banners blocked out the sun, and their prestige was terrifying.

To their surprise, they encountered almost no significant resistance along the way.

The outer outposts of the Hehuan Sect were as fragile as paper, collapsing at the slightest touch, allowing them to easily penetrate into the core area of ​​the heartland.

An elder surnamed Yao from the Heavenly Sword Sect, riding on the back of a crane, stroked his beard and sneered: