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

After subduing Xiong Tian, ​​the next step is to clean up the battlefield.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were excitedly picking up the storage bags left behind by the defeated enemy soldiers, their eyes shining.

One bag, two bags, three bags...

Massive quantities of pills, spirit stones, and magical treasures were continuously moved back to the camp, piling up into small mountains.

The harvest was incredibly bountiful!

In this battle, the Hehuan Sect not only won, but won completely!

The news spread like wildfire throughout Qingzhou even faster than before!

"What?! Lin Fengmian not only won, but also took control of three Golden Core Perfection demon corpses from the Heavenly Demon Sect?!"

"The Nine Sects' allied forces suffered a crushing defeat! Even the Grand General Xiong Tian, ​​the protector of the nation, surrendered and betrayed them?!"

"My god! This Hehuan Sect... is defying the heavens!"

Countless sects and forces were deeply shocked!

Those sects that were still hesitant and observing could no longer sit still. They sent envoys with generous gifts to the Hehuan Sect in a rush to seek an alliance!

In no time, the area in front of the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate was bustling with cars and people, more than ten times more lively than usual!

On the other hand, the Tianxing Alliance was completely silent.

Strangely...

The two Nascent Soul elders of the Heavenly Star Alliance, for some unknown reason, seemed to be held back by some reclusive old monster, and never showed themselves from beginning to end.

Even though news of the Nine Sects' defeat spread throughout Qingzhou, there was still no response from the other side.

It was as if these two Nascent Soul elders had vanished from the face of the earth.

This greatly reduced the Shenyuan Alliance's deterrent power in Qingzhou, while the rise of the Hehuan Sect became unstoppable!

The weather in Qingzhou is really about to change!

into the night.

The main hall of the Hehuan Sect was brightly lit.

Lin Fengmian sat alone in the main seat, rubbing his chin, his brows furrowed, his mind rapidly processing the recent events.

He suddenly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Something's not right, this is really not right!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, his voice low:

"Qingzhou is in complete chaos! Our Hehuan Sect, along with more than a dozen other sects, has raised its banner and openly confronted the Shenyuan Alliance! This commotion is practically a slap in the face to the Shenyuan Alliance!"

"But what was the result? The Heavenly Star Alliance didn't even send a single decent Nascent Soul elder?"

"This is completely unreasonable..."

He stopped and looked out at the night sky, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

What exactly is the Tianxing Alliance planning?

However, Lin Fengmian soon learned the reason for the matter.

He paced back and forth in the main hall, rapidly connecting the recent intelligence from various parties in his mind, before suddenly stopping.

He thought of something—

When Nangong Li ascended to the Immortal Realm, the commotion was enormous.

On that day, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. Seven-colored rays of light covered the entire sky above Qingzhou, and spiritual tides surged through the heavens. Every cultivator with even a little cultivation could sense the immense and terrifying fluctuations of heaven and earth.

Those ancient monsters who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years were all alarmed.

They saw an opportunity for ascension.

The fact that Nangong Li was able to ascend to immortality means that the laws of heaven and earth in this world have not been completely severed, and there is still a path to the immortal realm.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters whose lifespans are nearing their end, and even reclusive beings at the Deity Transformation level, have been searching for a direction for hundreds of years without success, and now suddenly a glimmer of hope has appeared.

How could they not be tempted?

The Tianxing Alliance consists entirely of outside forces.

Despite their formidable strength, they were ultimately seen as "outsiders" by the local residents of Qingzhou.

These old monsters usually don't concern themselves with worldly affairs because they don't care and are too lazy to get involved.

But once it comes to matters concerning the very foundation of one's own path, such as the opportunity for ascension—

They certainly wouldn't allow the Heavenly Star Alliance, which came from who-knows-where, to interfere in Qingzhou's affairs.

Even if Lin Fengmian turned Qingzhou upside down, as long as it didn't affect their fundamental interests, they would turn a blind eye.

However, if the Heavenly Star Alliance wants to completely control Qingzhou and sever their roots, then they will have touched a nerve.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back down in the main seat, picked up the spiritual tea on the table, took a sip, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

No wonder the two Nascent Soul elders of the Heavenly Star Alliance have not shown up for so long, and have not even reacted at all.

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that the Hehuan Sect is safe for the time being until those old monsters figure out the key to ascension.

"It saved me a lot of trouble."

Lin Fengmian put down his teacup, stretched, and felt the fatigue from days of fighting suddenly surge up.

He rose and walked out of the council hall. The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the mountain path.

He took off on his sword and flew towards his Green Bamboo Peak.

The night breeze caresses the face, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, bringing peace to the mind.

Before long, he landed on Green Bamboo Peak.

Warm lights shone in the courtyard atop the mountain, and a beautiful figure stood at the door, gazing longingly in the direction from which he would return.

Yan Qingyao was wearing a pink dress, which was perfectly tailored, outlining her slender waist and exquisite curves.

Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, making her delicate face appear even more beautiful.

The moonlight shone on her, bathing her in a soft silver glow, making her look like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Seeing Lin Fengmian land on his sword, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, filled with joy.

That look in his eyes seemed to indicate that he had been waiting for a very, very long time.

Lin Fengmian landed and saw her standing there, smiling at him. A warm feeling welled up in his heart. He took a step forward, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and pulled her into his arms without a word.

"Qingyao, my wife," he whispered in her ear, his voice tinged with a mixture of teasing and tenderness.

"You've been working so hard taking care of this mountain for me lately. I'm surprised to see how much weight you've lost."

Held in his arms, Yan Qingyao felt the warmth of his broad chest, her heart pounding wildly. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't pull away, only whispering:

"My lord... Qingyao is not tired. It is you who have been fighting on the front lines for many days, you must be very tired..."

Her voice was soft, tinged with heartache and concern.

Lin Fengmian looked down into her beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn water, and the longing in his heart could no longer be suppressed; a surge of heat welled up within him. He suddenly scooped her up in his arms and strode into the house, his voice tinged with passion:

"Qingyao, my wife! I'll help you with your cultivation!"

"ah--!"

Yan Qingyao gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her delicate face instantly flushing crimson all the way to her ears.

She was both shy and happy, but she didn't struggle; she simply buried her burning cheeks in his chest.

She knew that her husband cultivated the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, and that he had been fighting outside for many days and was exhausted. This was the time when he needed someone to help him cultivate.