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

That was a terrifying being whose divine consciousness, even at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was captured and sealed without any power to resist.

A cultivator of this level is simply unheard of in the mortal realm!

Li Cheng was filled with remorse, cursing himself for falling into his old habit again and resorting to such petty tricks.

Having spent time with Lin Fengmian these past few days, he had long since figured out the kid's temperament—he was as shrewd as a cunning old fox, and he was always the one who tricked others, never the other way around!

Li Cheng had been in the spirit world for thousands of years, cheating and scheming against countless geniuses, yet he had been repeatedly defeated by a junior in this mortal realm.

How can a cultivator with five spiritual roots from the mortal realm be so troublesome?!

Li Cheng was utterly perplexed deep within his mind, feeling frustrated and unable to vent his frustration.

At that moment, Lin Fengmian had no time to pay attention to what he was thinking.

His gaze was fixed on the three demonic corpses charging towards the Hehuan Sect's position, his mind racing.

A moment later, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind.

He then spoke to Li Cheng's remnant soul within his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Well... old man, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself!"

Li Cheng's remnant soul was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, young friend?"

Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a playful smile as he said, word by word:

"Immediately, right now, use your divine sense to erase the mental imprint that red-faced old ghost is using to control the demonic corpse! And while you're at it, teach me a quick method for controlling corpses—"

He paused, his eyes gleaming:

"I'm going to personally control these three demonic corpses and have some fun!"

"you……!"

Li Cheng's remnant soul was so angry that it fluctuated violently, its light flashing on and off, and he almost collapsed on the spot!

This kid is simply the most cunning, shrewd, and shameless guy he's ever seen in his thousands of years of lifespan!

Even someone who tries to get something for nothing isn't as skilled as him!

He does all the work, gets all the benefits, and doesn't bear any risk at all?!

But when he thought of the unpleasant experience of the "Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty" and the terrifying methods of the "Master" mentioned by Lin Fengmian, Li Cheng finally chickened out.

That's enough!

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

It's better to be alive than to be scattered to the winds.

He gritted his teeth and, feeling utterly humiliated, accepted his defeat.

"...You win!"

Li Cheng's voice was muffled, tinged with dejection:

"Young friend, move forward another ten feet—get closer to those three corpse puppets, into the range that my divine sense can precisely cover! My remnant soul power is limited now; I can't reach them if they're too far away!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian did not hesitate at all.

His figure moved like lightning, spiritual energy exploded beneath his feet, and he transformed into a blue afterimage, rushing forward in an instant!

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) away, covered in the blink of an eye!

The moment he stepped into the designated area—

hum!

An invisible yet vast divine power suddenly surged forth from the depths of his consciousness!

That divine sense was pure, refined, and boundless, like a celestial river cascading down in the dead of night, carrying an irresistible and domineering power.

He swept across the entire battlefield and precisely cut into the core of the three roaring, charging demonic corpses!

next moment--

The three demonic corpses that were originally filled with murderous aura and unstoppable force at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage instantly froze in place!

Their massive bodies froze halfway through their charge, the light in their scarlet eyes suddenly dimmed, as if their souls had been ripped out, and they remained motionless!

rear.

The old man, who was grinning smugly and watching the show with his arms crossed, suddenly changed his expression!

"What's going on?! My demonic corpse! My control over my divine sense... is broken?!"

His eyes widened suddenly, and his withered hands frantically made hand seals, trying to re-establish the connection.

But no matter how much he activated his divine sense, he was completely cut off from the three natal demonic corpses, as if they had never existed!

"puff!"

The connection between their minds was violently erased, and the old man suffered a terrible backlash, spitting out a mouthful of bloody red blood, his life force instantly weakening by more than half!

He staggered back a few steps, his face filled with horror, staring incredulously at the figure in blue robes in the center of the battlefield:

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! How could a junior in the early stage of Core Formation possibly do this!"

And in the center of the battlefield.

How could Lin Fengmian miss such a golden opportunity?

He opened his divine sense to its fullest extent and, following the domineering secret technique called "Binding Spirit Technique" that Li Cheng had just taught him through divine infusion, he split off three powerful divine senses and instantly drilled into the three ownerless demon corpses!

"With my will, I act on behalf of Heaven! I command you to submit!"

He made hand seals, uttered a low shout, and his divine sense, like a hook, firmly embedded itself into the core of the consciousness of the three demonic corpses!

The three massive bodies of the demonic corpses shuddered violently!

The dim red light in his eyes shone again!

But this time, the only reflection in the red light was Lin Fengmian's figure!

In an instant—

Offense and defense have shifted!

The three Golden Core Perfection Demon Corpses that had just filled the Hehuan Sect with despair and made the Yin Corpse Elder proud have now turned their attention to the opposite side.

Three pairs of scarlet eyes locked onto their former owner—

The Corpse Old Man!

And... the panicked Nine Sects Allied Army behind him!

A moment of deathly silence fell over the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening cheer erupted from the Hehuan Sect camp!

"The Holy Son is mighty!"

"May the Holy Son triumph!"

"The Holy Son actually snatched those three demonic corpses!"

"Hahaha! You old corpse ghost, you've finally met your match!"

Lin Fengmian stood at the front of the formation, with three demonic corpses exuding a terrifying aura standing in a row in front of him like loyal guards.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, exuding confidence and high spirits.

at the same time.

The remnant soul of Li Cheng deep within Lin Fengmian's sea of ​​consciousness dimmed at a visible speed.

The remnant soul huddled weakly beside the soul-nourishing wood, its voice much older than before:

"Young friend... I've exhausted myself quite a bit, I'll need to sleep well for a few days... Don't wake me unless it's absolutely necessary... Let me have some peace and quiet..."

After speaking, the voice fell silent, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness returned to tranquility.

Lin Fengmian sensed that Li Cheng had indeed fallen into a deep sleep, and understood that the other party had really gone all out this time.

But he didn't have time to feel sorry for the old man.

His gaze swept past the three demonic corpses and precisely locked onto the gaunt old man opposite him, whose face was ashen and whose lips were still stained with blood.

A playful smile slowly crept onto his lips, and his voice, clear and deliberately amplified, was made so that everyone in the room could hear him clearly:

"Feed—that old man!"

He gestured with his chin toward the old man with the corpse, his tone full of mockery:

"Thanks for the generous gift! I'll accept these three iron lumps—they're surprisingly easy to use!"

"you--!"

The old man with the corpse in his eyes was furious. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and another mouthful of blood gushed up!

He clutched his chest, his face filled with horror and bewilderment, staring intently at the spirited figure in the blue robe, only one thought churning wildly in his mind: