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

"I wouldn't dare! Martial Uncle, please calm down! It was I who overstepped my bounds!"

Everyone knows that this Thousand-Faced Demoness, Gongsun Mili, appears charming, languid, and indifferent to worldly affairs, but in reality, she possesses terrifying strength and unpredictable methods.

Within the Divine Origin Alliance, she held a transcendent position, even her master, Li Xuehe, had to give her some leeway.

If you really anger this person, they can easily make him regret it.

Yan Viper felt a chill run down his spine and dared not say another word. He could only bow and take his leave, saying, "Junior disciple takes his leave."

He quickly left the main hall, and only after he walked out of the hall did he dare to straighten up and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Looking back at the brightly lit palace, Yan Viper gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment and malice flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't dare say another word, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Inside the hall.

Gongsun Mili lay back down on the soft couch, resuming her lazy and casual posture.

She played with the strands of black hair in her hand, her gaze falling on the moonlight outside the window, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"Lin Fengmian..."

She murmured the name softly, her voice like a whisper, carrying a hint of inexplicable interest.

"I'm becoming more and more curious."

When Gongsun Mili saw that he had given in, her expression softened slightly, and she returned to her lazy and casual demeanor.

She stretched out her slender fingers, casually twirling a strand of her hair, her tone carrying an unquestionable perfunctory tone:

"Alright, that's settled then. For now, you just need to observe the movements of the Joyful Union Sect; you don't need to worry about anything else."

She paused, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice suddenly became more serious:

"Also, especially that Lin Fengmian... If you have the chance, you must capture him alive for me. I am very interested in him. Remember—do not harm him in the slightest!"

The tone wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, Viper's face was filled with disbelief.

What?!

We can't harm it in the slightest?!

He wished he could tear that kid named Lin Fengmian to pieces and cut him into a thousand pieces!

The Great Yan Dynasty suffered heavy losses and lost face, all thanks to this man!

And now he's captured him alive, and unharmed?!

This is absolutely absurd!

Flame Viper's anger surged, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. However, he dared not show it on his face.

He could only grit his teeth, suppressing the rage that threatened to erupt, and bow to Gongsun Mili, his voice barely audible through clenched teeth:

"Yes... it's my martial uncle!"

The last syllable of his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Gongsun Mili didn't even glance at him, merely waving her fair, jade-like hand and saying lazily, "Alright, you can leave now. I'm a little tired."

"yes!"

Yan Viper gritted his teeth and responded, then turned and quickly left the main hall.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gates, his gloomy face instantly contorted with a ferocious expression. He didn't return to the imperial study, but instead strode straight into his own bedchamber.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked over a gilded bronze incense burner that was taller than a person!

"Bang—!"

The bronze incense burner crashed to the ground with a loud bang, scattering incense ash all over the ground and rolling its lid a long way off.

"That damned woman, Gongsun Mili!"

Viper's eyes were bloodshot, its chest heaving violently, as it roared in uncontrollable rage:

"They eat my food! They live in my house! And now they won't even lend a hand with this small request! They want me to monitor Lin Fengmian?! Do they really think I'm some easy target?!"

He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, his eyes filled with a sinister and repressed madness:

"Sooner or later... I will turn both of you into corpse puppets! I will make you wish you were dead!"

Just as he was burning with rage, a soft and alluring voice drifted from the depths of the palace.

"Your Majesty...please don't be angry~ It would be a great loss if you harmed your health~"

Before the words were finished, a white figure swayed its serpentine waist and gracefully walked out, arriving beside Viper.

The newcomer was the pale-faced male cultivator beside him, with a fair and delicate face, upturned phoenix eyes, and an indescribable allure in every gesture.

He gently took Yan Viper's arm, his voice as sweet as honey:

"Since that Uncle Nangong is unwilling to lend a hand, Your Majesty might as well do as she says, hold back for now, and observe the situation."

At least... we won't openly clash with her; we'll just do what she tells us to do.

"The Hehuan Sect is currently at the height of its power. If we confront them head-on, we might not come out on top. It would be better to avoid their sharp edge, observe the situation, and wait for the right opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the anger in Yan Viper's chest subsided somewhat.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his expression softened slightly.

He then turned to look at the pale-faced cultivator, his tone tinged with weariness and helplessness:

"At this point, there's no other way. We can only wait for my master to return..."

He paused, then reached out and squeezed the pale-faced cultivator's hand, his voice low:

"Now, you're the only one I can rely on."

Upon hearing this, a gentle light flashed in the pale-faced cultivator's eyes. He gently rested his head on the cultivator's shoulder and softly replied:

"Your Majesty, rest assured... I will always stand by Your Majesty's side."

Meanwhile, at the Hehuan Sect, on Luoyun Peak.

After all that fuss, Yan Qingyao finally got up from Lin Fengmian's arms, her cheeks still flushed.

She straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, her eyes filled with tenderness, yet she still spoke seriously:

"My lord, Qingyao is going into seclusion."

Lin Fengmian looked at her and nodded:

"Breaking through to the Core Formation stage is a major event. It requires a sudden burst of inspiration and a connection with heaven and earth. No one else can help you with this. You should go into seclusion to adjust your state first. Once you are ready, I will lend you a hand."

Yan Qingyao gave a soft "hmm," tiptoed and gently kissed his lips, then turned and walked deeper into the cave, her face full of determination and anticipation.

Lin Fengmian watched her leave, her slender figure disappearing behind the stone gate, before turning his gaze away and stretching.

Yan Qingyao went into seclusion, so all the affairs, big and small, on Luoyun Peak naturally fell to the woman named Xiao Ling'er.

This Xiao Ling'er was subdued by Lin Fengmian with swift and decisive methods. On the surface, she was obedient and submissive, but Lin Fengmian could see that she still harbored some arrogance and resentment in her bones.

The purpose of having her manage all the affairs of Luoyun Peak was to gradually temper her temperament.

Moreover, this woman has a special constitution, and one must cultivate with her after forming a Nascent Soul to achieve the best results.

Therefore, Lin Fengmian was not in a hurry at all. He did not believe that with the continuous guidance of his pure yang origin, this woman could resist the cooperation of the cultivation technique.