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

For a time, they were locked in a fierce battle with the warrior monks of the Vajra Temple, with sword flashes, Buddhist light, and bloodshed all intertwined.

Lin Fengmian, controlling a demonic corpse, initially thought he could wreak havoc like a wolf among sheep. However, the battle formation formed by the group of martial monks proved extremely difficult to deal with.

The barrier formed by the intertwining of Buddhist light and blood energy was exceptionally tough. Dozens of people formed a circle and trapped the demonic corpse, preventing it from escaping for a time.

The other two demonic corpses were also entangled in similar battle formations. Although they were not defeated, they were unable to crush their opponents as easily as usual.

In an instant, the battlefield fell into a stalemate.

Lin Fengmian frowned slightly, secretly plotting a way to break the deadlock.

At that very moment—

"Hahaha! Lin Fengmian! Didn't expect that, did you?"

A sharp, triumphant laugh suddenly rang out from the side and behind!

Lin Fengmian suddenly turned his head, his pupils contracting sharply!

A well-equipped and menacing imperial guard, numbering several thousand, came into view.

Emerging from the depths of the dense forest like a ghost, they appeared silently on the flank of the Hehuan Sect!

Their steps were orderly, their armor imposing, and their spears like a forest, instantly cutting off the retreat route of the Hehuan Sect members back to the formation!

The leader was none other than Yan Viper, the Great Yan Emperor, dressed in a dragon robe!

Beside him was that repulsive pale-faced male concubine, as well as the twelve invincible warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty!

At this moment, Yan Viper had a sinister smile on his lips. His gaze pierced through the battlefield and was fixed on Lin Fengmian. His eyes were filled with deep hatred and twisted pleasure.

Ever since Yan Qingluan passed away, Yan Viper has placed the blame entirely on Lin Fengmian for this blood debt!

It wasn't that he disliked Yan Qingluan.

On the contrary, he loved her deeply.

At the same time, he hated her.

Because of the unique cultivation method he practiced, he had to bury his twisted feelings of love and hate deep within his heart. In his eyes, Yan Qingluan's refusal to submit and her suicide were the most utter betrayal!

This betrayal is unforgivable!

And all of this is because of Lin Fengmian!

If this person hadn't appeared, how could Yan Qingluan have even entertained the thought of resistance? How could she have preferred suicide to returning to his side?!

Viper's fingernails dug deeply into his palm, and blood seeped out between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

No one expected this!

Master Fulong of Vajra Temple was just bait!

He was responsible for luring the enemy out of their hole and drawing the Hehuan Sect's forces to the front lines. The real killing move, however, was for the elite Imperial Guards, personally led by Emperor Yanwei of the Great Yan Dynasty, to flank them from the side!

This deception was incredibly cunning and ruthless!

In an instant, the Hehuan Sect was attacked from both sides and its retreat was cut off!

Even the only way out—retreating back into the formation—was completely cut off by Yan Viper himself and his men!

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were also visibly flustered for a moment, but they quickly suppressed their fear and gripped their weapons tightly.

Lin Fengmian's mind raced, and he instantly made a decision—he had to take down the Subduing Dragon Arhat of the Vajra Temple first!

As soon as this old bald monk falls, the demon-subduing formation of the Vajra Temple's warrior monks will collapse on its own!

He flashed forward, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, and rushed straight towards Fulong!

Three flying swords shot up from his dantian and flew out in a triangular formation!

however--

The Arhat Fulong remained motionless, simply clasping his hands together and softly chanting a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha."

hum-

A pale golden halo emerged from his body, like an inverted golden bell, deflecting all three flying swords!

The sword blade struck the golden bell, bursting into a series of dazzling sparks, but it couldn't even leave a mark!

Lin Fengmian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He used the force of the impact to stagger back several steps, shook his numb wrist, and his expression finally turned serious.

This old bald monk's physical body...something's not right!

He abruptly activated his divine sense to investigate carefully, and the next moment, his expression completely changed—

Quasi-fourth-tier body refinement!

Damn it! That old bastard really hid himself well!

The strength that Fulong Luohan had previously displayed had remained at the peak of the late Golden Core stage, and everyone thought that he was just a body cultivator with a strong physique.

But now that they were actually fighting, Lin Fengmian realized that this old bald monk had clearly stepped into the threshold of the fourth level!

This is equivalent to a body cultivator at the Pseudo-Infant Realm!

The quasi-fourth stage of physical cultivation and the pseudo-infant stage of magical cultivation are completely different things.

Once a body cultivator's physical body breaks through to the fourth level, it's as if they have an extra layer of immortal shell that ordinary spells and magical artifacts simply cannot break through!

Lin Fengmian gritted his teeth and once again urged the demonic corpse to launch a fierce attack, but was forced back several steps by Fulong's palm strike, which plowed out two deep furrows under his feet!

In a head-on clash, he actually lost!

Inside the great formation, Chu Qingyi watched with trepidation.

Her slender, white hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, wrinkling the fine brocade.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure in green robes who was being suppressed and forced to retreat in the battlefield, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She instinctively tried to rush out of the formation, but a telepathic message pinned her to the spot—

"Don't come out."

It was Lin Fengmian's voice.

"Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, and coming out now will only aggravate them. Moreover, if your injuries are exposed, you'll lose even your last trump card. Trust me."

Chu Qingyi stopped abruptly, her eyes slightly reddening, but she managed to hold back her tears.

She bit her lip and retreated back into the formation, but her gaze never left that figure.

Lin Fengmian on the battlefield was indeed in a very unfavorable situation at this moment.

Fu Long's near-fourth-tier Vajra body was like an impenetrable wall of copper and iron; his flying swords simply couldn't break through his defenses.

The three demonic corpses beside him, all at the peak of the Golden Core stage, were quite powerful, but he needed to focus on controlling them to bring out their full potential.

But now he is facing the pressure of being a near-fourth-tier body cultivator, and he simply doesn't have the extra energy to finely control the three demonic corpses.

They can only be given simple attack commands, which prevents them from unleashing their true power.

Not to mention the menacing Viper and his thousands of Imperial Guards, who were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

Looking at it this way, it seems that I am really trapped in a dead end.

At that very moment, a hoarse and urgent voice suddenly echoed from the depths of his consciousness—

"Young friend! Have you encountered an insurmountable situation?"

It's Li Cheng.

The old man's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, like a wild dog that hadn't eaten for three days smelling meat:

"As long as you release me and let me control a corpse puppet, I can resolve this situation in no time!"

"That old bald monk's physical body may be sturdy, but before my Nascent Soul level divine sense, he's nothing more than a slightly harder piece of tofu!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian did not rush to agree, but merely snorted coldly, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"Old man, you really haven't given up your evil intentions! Don't even think about it! Once you're out of my control, you'll probably be the first one to turn your gun on me!"