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

How is that possible?!

He had cultivated the art of corpse control for nearly a hundred years, and his spiritual power had long been tempered to a level comparable to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Only then could he barely control three demonic corpses at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core realm.

But this young man in front of me, who looks to be no more than twenty years old—what makes him so special? What makes him capable of doing this?!

Even if a true Nascent Soul cultivator were to come in person, it would be impossible for them to do it so cleanly and efficiently!

Unless... unless a terrifying being at the late Nascent Soul stage secretly intervenes, it would be impossible to sever his soul imprint, which he had painstakingly cultivated for nearly a hundred years, in an instant!

But the idea was so absurd that he dared not even think about it!

That's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

Looking across the entire Qingzhou, the number of old monsters in the late Nascent Soul stage who are openly known can be counted on one hand!

How could I possibly have anything to do with this kid in front of me?!

However, the facts were right in front of him—

The three natal demonic corpses that had accompanied him for nearly a century and which he had painstakingly refined were now turning their spears around, staring intently at him with their scarlet eyes.

It looked like she was about to pounce on him and tear him to pieces!

"Retreat...retreat!"

The old man, now unable to maintain his superior demeanor, roared hoarsely at the Nine Sects Allied Army behind him:

"Retreat immediately! Everyone, evacuate from the Hehuan Sect's territory!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

Lin Fengmian has already made a move.

"kill!"

With a thought, the red light in the eyes of the three demonic corpses intensified!

Like three ancient killing machines awakened from their trance, they charged into the camp of the Nine Sects Alliance with overwhelming ferocity!

Invulnerable to swords and spears.

He possesses immense strength.

Feeling no pain.

Tireless.

The three demonic corpses at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage turned their spears around, which was nothing short of a one-sided massacre for the Nine Sects Allied Army, which was already suffering heavy casualties and low morale!

Screams, cries of alarm, and utter cries of defeat echoed through the sky!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and corpses littered the field!

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect stood at the front of the formation, watching the three demonic corpses roll over the enemy formation like bulldozers, and for a moment they were in a daze.

Just a moment ago, they were utterly desperate about this formidable opponent.

And now-

They actually became our own weapon?

The contrast is too great!

"The Holy Son... how exactly did the Holy Son do that?"

"Never mind how he did it! The Holy Son is awesome, that's all that matters!"

"Hahaha! That's awesome! That's fucking awesome!"

The disciples' morale soared to unprecedented heights, their gazes toward the figure in the blue robe filled with fervent admiration!

The three corpse puppets were like war gods descended to earth, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. Every punch they threw brought a storm of blood and gore!

They charged into the formation of the Nine Alliances, like three relentless meat grinders, leaving limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere they went, with screams echoing incessantly!

Those cultivators who were still fighting hard saw their magical weapons strike the corpse puppets, only sending up a string of sparks, not even leaving a white mark!

With a casual slap, the corpse puppet sent several cultivators flying backward, coughing up blood, their bones shattered!

"What...what's going on! The Heavenly Demon Sect has betrayed us!"

"The corpse puppets are attacking their own people! Run!"

"Don't push! Don't push—ah!"

The formation of the Nine Sects Allied Forces collapsed instantly. The cultivators abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in all directions, unable to mount any effective resistance!

Inside the allied forces' main tent, Xiong Tian and the others stared in horror at the three nightmarish figures in the center of the battlefield, their pupils shrinking in shock!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Xiong Tian slammed his hand down on the table in front of him, shattering it. He abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed on the figure in blue robes in the distance.

"How could Lin Fengmian possibly have taken away the Corpse Elder's natal corpse puppet?!"

The other sect leaders were also completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances, none of them able to utter a complete sentence.

Those are corpse puppets at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage! Each one took nearly a hundred years of painstaking effort to refine! How could they just be taken away like that?!

But the facts are right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe!

At the same time, a deafening cheer erupted from the Hehuan Sect camp!

"The Holy Son has taken their corpse puppets! Brothers, charge with me!"

"Kill! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"With corpse puppets paving the way, the nine major sects are lambs to the slaughter!"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were in high spirits, following behind the three corpse puppets, and surged towards the Nine Sects Allied Army like a tide!

Those scattered cultivators were like paper in front of the corpse puppets, torn to shreds in a single move, unable to withstand a second round!

The casualty figures of the Nine Alliances rose wildly, and within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, hundreds of corpses had fallen on the battlefield!

Blood stained the entire mountainside, and the air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood!

Those cultivators from the Nine Sects, driven to the brink of despair, had a glint of madness in their eyes.

"There's no escape... I'll take you all down with me!"

"You scum of the Hehuan Sect! Die together!"

Dozens of cultivators simultaneously formed hand seals, their spiritual energy rapidly reversed, their dantians swelled, and emitted a dazzling light—

Blow up!

But the next moment-

A burst of golden light suddenly erupted from between their eyebrows!

A talisman radiating a gentle light emerged from the depths of their consciousness, instantly enveloping them completely!

The talisman shone with golden light, and the dantian, which had expanded to its limit, was instantly suppressed by a gentle force, while space itself twisted!

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Dozens of streaks of light streaked across the sky and disappeared from the spot!

Only palm-sized wooden puppets covered in runes remained, falling to the ground with a thud.

Those cultivators who were originally preparing to self-destruct only felt a blur before their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already appeared inside the protective formation of the Hehuan Sect!

They looked down at their intact bodies, then at the familiar surroundings, and froze in place before realizing what had happened—

"It's a substitute talisman! The Holy Son gave each of us a substitute talisman!"

"Waaaaah... I thought I was going to die..."

"Long live the Holy Son! The Holy Son is wise!"

The disciples who were teleported back were all overjoyed to have survived the ordeal. They were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, and they all knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the battlefield, expressing their gratitude.

They knew that if Lin Fengmian hadn't planted those top-grade second-tier substitute talismans in their bodies beforehand, at least a dozen disciples would have died on the spot during that self-destruction!

In the center of the battlefield, Lin Fengmian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

He made the second-tier top-grade substitute talisman overnight.

Although it took a lot of effort, it seems worth it now.

After all, the lives of the disciples are more important than anything else.

Meanwhile, the Nine Alliance forces have completely collapsed.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the elders and sect leaders all ran away faster than rabbits!

The elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect even summoned a rare Thousand-Mile Escape Talisman, turning into a white light and disappearing into the horizon, not even bothering to pick up their swords!

The old man's face was ashen as he watched his three corpse puppets, which he had painstakingly refined for nearly a hundred years, turn their weapons against his own people. His heart ached so much that it almost bled!