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

She was a complete novice when it came to matters of love and sex, having never experienced anything like this before. Faced with this situation, she had no idea how to conduct herself.

She instinctively covered her eyes, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers. Then she closed them tightly as if burned, her face flushed and burning hot.

Intermittent sounds reached my ears, a mixture of pain and pleasure, like feathers rustling through my heart.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she didn't know whether to cover her ears or her eyes first. She was in a flustered and extremely embarrassed state.

Lin Fengmian admitted that he was somewhat evil, and even somewhat perverted.

But there's nothing we can do. This woman has already handed over her life and soul, yet she still seems so defiant.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party possessed a natural sword physique and was best suited for dual cultivation only after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, Lin Fengmian would have already given him a good lesson.

Why waste time here and slowly work out the other person's temperament?

He only uses his patience on things that are worthwhile.

He was very patient with Xiao Ling'er.

While Lin Fengmian was busy "sparring and cultivating" in his cave, a completely different scene unfolded outside the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate.

The Arhat Fulong waited outside the sect's protective formation for two whole days, but the Hehuan Sect made no move whatsoever.

He intended to demoralize the enemy, but to his surprise, they didn't take him seriously at all.

The disciples inside the mountain gate continued to cultivate and play as usual, completely ignoring him.

Fu Long finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He abruptly stood up, his spiritual energy surging around him, and a deep, resonant voice, like a bell, suddenly boomed out, echoing throughout the entire Hehuan Sect's mountain gate:

"The army of Vajra Temple has arrived! Your Hehuan Sect is now trapped like turtles in a barrel! Those who know what's good for them, quickly open the gates and surrender. Out of consideration for our past friendship, this humble monk may spare your lives!"

This time was different from before; the people sent by Vajra Temple this time were all Buddhist practitioners.

Hundreds of monks, dressed in robes and wielding staffs, exuded a chilling aura and were surrounded by a radiant Buddhist light.

Outside the mountain gate, a massive army stretched out, looking like a dark cloud looming overhead, sending chills down one's spine.

However, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect inside the formation seemed oblivious to the massive, dark army outside, continuing with their usual activities.

The fairies of the Hehuan Sect were even more emboldened, and many of them even gathered together, pointing and whispering at the Vajra Temple warriors outside through the beam of light.

They chatted and laughed, completely ignoring the other person.

They all regarded Lin Fengmian as the pillar of the Hehuan Sect. As long as he was still in the sect, they felt extremely at ease, as if someone would hold up the sky if it collapsed.

Upon seeing this, Fu Long's expression grew even more gloomy.

Chu Qingyi finally came out. She was wearing a plain white dress, which swayed gently in the mountain breeze.

This made her appear like a lone snowflake atop a mountain, pure and noble. She stepped out of the formation, hovering in mid-air, looking down at Fulong.

"Senior Chu, it's been a long time," Fu Long said with a forced smile, his hands clasped together in a respectful greeting, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"For the sake of our past friendship, I advise you to lead the Hehuan Sect to surrender. Don't try to fight a losing battle, lest your thousand-year-old heritage be destroyed in an instant."

Chu Qingyi's face was frosty, and her cold voice echoed in all directions, carrying undisguised mockery:

"Nephew Fulong, when your master brought you to visit my Hehuan Sect back then, you were nothing more than a little novice monk following behind, not even daring to look people in the eye. Now, you dare to be so insolent in front of my sect?"

Fu Long's face stiffened; the old story being exposed in public made his face burn with embarrassment.

But he quickly regained his composure, gave a dry laugh, and sharply swept his gaze over Chu Qingyi before saying in a sarcastic tone:

"Yes, this humble monk admits that you were indeed unapproachable back then. But times have changed, and the Hehuan Sect is no longer as prosperous as it once was."

Once the two leaders of the Heavenly Star Alliance are free, the millennium-old tradition of the Joyful Union Sect will likely face a break in its lineage with this generation. Senior, you should really consider this carefully.

"You old bald monk! Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"

A clear but impatient voice suddenly came from within the formation, interrupting Fulong's long speech.

Lin Fengmian appeared before the array gate, arms crossed, a mocking smile on his lips, his tone lazy yet deadly:

"If you've got the guts, then storm in; if not, go back to your Vajra Temple and chant sutras! All this whining outside, are you waiting for me to come and perform some kind of ritual for you?"

"you……!"

Even with his excellent self-control, Master Fulong was still angered by the term "old bald donkey," causing his face to flush red and the veins on his forehead to throb.

He hated being called an old bald donkey more than anything in his life!

The disciple Jingkong beside him had an even fiercer look in his eyes, pointing at Lin Fengmian and gritting his teeth as he said:

"Master! It's this brat! He's the one who stole my storage pouch, damaging my Dao heart and preventing me from becoming a Buddha! Today, I will send him to the cycle of reincarnation to vent my hatred!"

Fu Long took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he roared:

"Form the formation! Break it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of Vajra Temple warrior monks roared in unison, their voices rolling like a tidal wave.

Their bodies, a mixture of blood energy and Buddhist light, coalesced in the air into a colossal, majestic yet menacing phantom of the Vajra Arhat!

The illusory Arhat clasped his hands together, then suddenly flipped them open and slammed them down hard against the light screen of the sect's protective formation!

The giant hand was as large as a mountain, carrying a terrifying power that could crush mountains and rivers!

boom--!

The entire formation trembled violently, and visible ripples spread across the light screen, instantly dimming by a third, with even fine cracks appearing at the edges!

Chu Qingyi's expression changed drastically:

"This is... the Vajra Temple's secret technique, the Subduing Demon Vajra Palm! This palm technique is extremely powerful and yang, and it has a strong restraining and destructive effect on all kinds of formations! If they continue to bombard it, this great formation probably won't last long!"

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

These bald monks look reckless, but they actually have a knack for breaking formations!

His gaze fell on the spreading cracks on the light screen, and he suddenly felt that this fourth-order formation was not as safe as he had imagined.

If they really manage to break through...

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes. Without further hesitation, he shouted sharply:

"Form ranks! Follow me to kill the enemy!"

The array's light barrier opened!

Lin Fengmian took the lead and rushed out of the formation, his spiritual power suddenly erupting!

The three heroes of Mangshan and the elite of the Hehuan Sect followed closely behind, charging out like a torrent!

The three demonic corpses, all at the peak of the Golden Core stage, roared silently, their murderous aura overwhelming, charging at the forefront like three moving steel fortresses!

Now, with the God-Slaying Alliance as its ally, the Hehuan Sect has united with more than ten sects, boasting a considerable number of elite disciples.