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

Lin Fengmian's eyes widened in amazement!

Not only him, but every single male cultivator present was dumbfounded, their souls almost stolen away.

Even the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect who considered themselves beautiful felt ashamed in front of this woman and subconsciously lowered their heads.

For a moment, the battlefield was completely silent, and no one dared to break the eerie silence.

In the end, Chu Qingyi spoke first, her voice still cold, but carrying obvious displeasure and wariness:

"I was unaware that Lady Mimi had graced my Joyful Union Sect with her presence. What brings you here?"

Gongsun Mili smiled, her beauty blooming like a hundred flowers in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful: "Fellow Daoist Yu, please misunderstand. I haven't come here today to make things difficult for the Hehuan Sect."

She lightly tapped Yan Kui, who lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, with her slender fingers, her tone nonchalant, as if she were discussing a trivial matter:

"But this person is my junior brother's disciple. His master is currently in seclusion."

If he were to emerge from seclusion and discover that his only disciple had been killed, he would probably be very unhappy.

She paused, then looked at Chu Qingyi with a beaming smile:

"For my sake, I beg you, fellow Daoist, to show mercy and spare his worthless life. Anyway... he's a cripple now, he can't cause any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Yan Kui grasped at a straw, struggled to raise his head, and shouted hoarsely:

"Thank you so much, Madam Mimi, for saving my life! Thank you, Madam!"

Gongsun Mili didn't even bother to look at him, but just kept smiling at Chu Qingyi.

"However—"

Her tone suddenly changed, her beautiful eyes darting around before finally settling on Lin Fengmian, a playful smile curving her red lips.

"But if you want me to refrain from targeting the Joyful Union Sect today, I have one more condition."

She lightly raised her jade-like finger and pointed precisely at Lin Fengmian.

"I want him."

"What?!"

These words shocked everyone present!

Everyone was stunned. What was going on? What did she say? She wanted Lin Fengmian?

Chu Qingyi's expression changed drastically, her gaze instantly turned icy cold, and her aura suddenly surged, releasing her killing intent without any concealment!

She stared intently at Gongsun Mili, as if she were about to strike at any moment.

Lin Fengmian was dumbfounded, pointing at himself with a blank expression.

Damn it, you want me? Can this woman please stop being so ambiguous?

It's as if you're going to do something to me!

But Gongsun Mili looked at Lin Fengmian's bewildered expression,

His smile grew even wider, and his eyes seemed to hold some unspoken, profound meaning.

Those captivating phoenix eyes were scrutinizing Lin Fengmian with great interest, looking him over from head to toe, inside and out, as if trying to see right through him.

"What an interesting little guy..."

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of languid playfulness.

"To have Fellow Daoist Yu protect you like this, and to have caused such a commotion... it seems you're hiding quite a few secrets."

Lin Fengmian tensed up under her gaze and couldn't help but shiver.

Why does this woman look at me like a wolf seeing a sheep?

As a woman, Chu Qingyi could easily see the intense longing in the other person's eyes.

The gaze fell on Lin Fengmian as if a fox that had been starving for three days had spotted a plump pheasant and wished it could pounce on him and devour him on the spot.

Her heart tightened suddenly, and almost without thinking, she stepped forward, firmly shielding Lin Fengmian behind her. Her tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation:

"Absolutely not! Lin Fengmian is the Holy Son of our Hehuan Sect! How can we hand him over to someone else!"

Although her voice wasn't loud, it carried an undeniable firmness, and her clear, cold eyes stared directly at Gongsun Mili without backing down.

Lin Fengmian stood behind her, raising an eyebrow.

This excuse is quite reasonable—if the Holy Son of the Joyful Union Sect were to be kidnapped in public and used as a furnace, where would the sect's reputation be?

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Mili not only did not get angry, but instead chuckled.

She lightly touched her alluringly red lips with her slender fingers, which were coated with henna juice.

Her eyes sparkled with a seductive light, as if she had heard some amusing joke.

"Yeah?"

As she finished speaking, the faint aura that Gongsun Mili had been concealing suddenly dissipated.

A vast, ocean-like spiritual pressure, like a sleeping giant slowly opening its eyes, silently spread out!

Everyone present, whether disciples of the Hehuan Sect or wandering cultivators watching from afar, felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

Their legs went weak, and those with lower cultivation levels turned pale, almost collapsing to their knees.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul!

Chu Qingyi's pupils contracted sharply, and her tightly clenched lips almost bled.

She was both shocked and furious, but she stubbornly refused to back down even a step.

Gongsun Mili looked at her with a smile, but her tone carried a hint of condescension and amusement: "But Fellow Daoist Chu, it seems your assessment doesn't quite hold water whether this can take the other party away."

The tone was light and airy, yet it was like an invisible knife, piercing straight into the reality that Chu Qingyi least wanted to face.

Despite the oppressive force, Chu Qingyi remained resolute. She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi within her body, aroused by the Nascent Soul's power.

He said coldly, "I told you! You can't take Lin Fengmian away!"

His attitude was unusually firm, as if he had touched some kind of red line for her.

Deep within those cool, clear eyes, there was even a hint of panic that she herself was unaware of.

She was afraid that Lin Fengmian would really be taken away, and that what she had just regained would be lost again in the blink of an eye.

Gongsun Mili chuckled softly at the sight of the two of them, her eyes full of mischief:

"Fellow Daoist Chu, why are you in such a hurry? Could it be... that something has happened between you two?"

"You, you mustn't spout nonsense here!"

Chu Qingyi was struck by her words, and a thin blush instantly spread across her usually aloof and beautiful face.

Like a young girl whose secrets have been exposed, her face flushed like a peach blossom. She subconsciously retorted, but her voice was clearly filled with a hint of panic.

"Hey! You two really don't have anything going on?"

Gongsun Mili seemed very interested in this kind of gossip, her captivating phoenix eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them, her smile growing ever wider.

She's lived for hundreds of years; what kind of human relationships and worldly affairs hasn't she seen?

Chu Qingyi's reaction, which seemed to imply something was amiss, had already written all over her face.

Lin Fengmian looked at Gongsun Mili, but his mind was racing with calculations.

What did the other person see in me?

Could it be the Pure Yang Holy Body?

With his current experience, he clearly understands what the Pure Yang Holy Body means to female cultivators who practice the cultivation method of absorbing yin and yang.

That is a natural, top-grade furnace, which can help them break through bottlenecks and even directly improve their cultivation.

Gongsun Mili is already in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. What she needs is definitely not ordinary nutrient absorption, but rather... an opportunity to break through to the late-Nascent Soul stage.