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

"Haha, good, good! Get up! You two young people, just live a good life from now on!"

Honglian blushed again at his words, "Live a good life."

I almost wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Lin Fengmian felt a little less heavy-hearted.

He then arranged for Luo Xuanshuang to be in charge of transferring all the direct descendants of the Lin family to Luoyun Peak of the Hehuan Sect for resettlement.

With that fourth-order Yin-Yang Five Elements Grand Array in place, at least the safety of the clansmen is temporarily assured.

As for himself, due to the threat from Gongsun Mili, he does not plan to return to the sect for the time being.

That woman's mid-Nascent Soul cultivation level is far too troublesome. What if she's lying in wait near the Joyful Union Sect, waiting to ambush us?

Going back by myself would be like walking into a trap.

In the following period, Lin Fengmian's name spread like wildfire, becoming the absolute center of discussion among many cultivators in Qingzhou.

After all, he had only recently formed his core, yet he had already demonstrated combat prowess that was hard to match among his peers.

Moreover, veteran powerhouses like the Corpse Elder and the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, who were renowned figures in Qingzhou, all suffered losses at Lin Fengmian's hands!

In addition, he had just escaped from Gongsun Mili, a powerful cultivator at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

These events, one after another, propelled Lin Fengmian's fame to its peak.

There is no cultivator in Qingzhou who does not know the name Lin Fengmian.

Moreover, the rumors surrounding his Pure Yang Holy Body have become incredibly exaggerated. Some even say that simply sleeping with him can magically increase one's cultivation level!

Qi Refining leads to Foundation Building, and Foundation Building leads to Core Formation!

It seemed that as long as one was associated with Lin Fengmian's luck, one could rise to the top in one step.

Some female cultivators even privately offered to pay spirit stones for their services.

All I ask for is to spend one night with this "human elixir".

Even worse, some fabricated a poignant and tragic love story between him and the deceased Crown Princess Yan Qingluan.

The story is well-crafted, from their first meeting to their vows of love, and then to their separation by death, with a dramatic and heart-wrenching plot.

Lin Fengmian himself happened to overhear a storyteller in a teahouse vividly recounting "the captivating love story of Lin Fengmian and Yan Qingluan."

He listened with great interest and almost believed it.

He stroked his chin, unable to suppress a chuckle:

"Tsk, this is quite a well-written story, truly moving. But... it's a real pity about that woman, Yan Qingluan."

Fortunately, her younger sister Qingyao is still alive, and she will definitely cherish her in the future, which will make up for some of the regrets.

And so, Lin Fengmian changed his appearance, concealed his aura, and mingled in mortal cities and gathering places of low-level cultivators, living a life of wandering where he could not return to his sect.

He sometimes disguised himself as a traveling merchant and a fortune teller, and sometimes as a street fortune teller, living a carefree life.

On this day, he was listening to music in the largest brothel in a bustling city, Chunxiang Brothel. The girls in the brothel, though of low cultivation...

Their looks and temperament were far inferior to those of the exceptionally beautiful fairies of the Hehuan Sect, but each of them possessed a natural allure, their eyes brimming with charm.

She speaks softly and gently, knows how to flatter and please, and provides ample emotional value.

Lin Fengmian leaned against the soft couch, sipping the spirit wine, listening to the tune, and watching the graceful figure dancing before him. His playboy nature began to stir again.

He has been forced to be a monk for almost half a month.

Without Honglian's gentle care and Xiao Xiyue's innocent shyness by his side, he felt really stifled.

"Sigh, how about... I indulge myself a little with Chunxiang? We can't go back now anyway, so I might as well treat it as training."

He was stroking his chin, his mind in turmoil, his gaze shifting back and forth between several alluring girls.

Just as he was hesitating whether to temporarily succumb to the allure of women—

boom!

An extremely terrifying divine pressure, like an invisible giant mountain, instantly descended from the sky, completely locking down the space around him!

Lin Fengmian was struck dumb, unable to move even a single finger.

The flow of spiritual energy within his body instantly came to a standstill, as if his lifeline had been gripped by an invisible giant hand!

Then, a seductive voice, clear and alluring, entered his ears, carrying a playful and teasing tone, like a cat catching a mouse:

"You little rascal, you think I can't find you just because you're hiding?"

It's useless.

Your rudimentary illusion technique might fool a Golden Core cultivator, but in front of me, it's as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.

That voice belonged to Gongsun Mili!

Lin Fengmian's face instantly turned pale, and he inwardly groaned in despair.

Damn it! We're doomed! I should have stayed hidden in the Spirit Spring Space! I was careless! So careless!

Why can't you control yourself! Why do you have to go to that Chunxiang Pavilion to have fun!

The next moment, all the guests and girls in Chunxiang Pavilion who were enjoying themselves were so overwhelmed by this terrifying pressure that they collapsed to the ground.

Shivering, I didn't even have the courage to look up.

Lin Fengmian felt a sudden tightness all over his body, as if he were being gripped by an invisible hand. The scenery before his eyes changed rapidly, and he was forcibly swept away from Chunxiang Pavilion!

When he came to his senses, he found himself inside an extremely luxurious and enormous flower boat floating above the clouds.

This flower boat is like a moving palace in the sky, complete with carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and towers, and artificial mountains and springs, exuding an air of exquisite luxury.

Pink gauze curtains were wrapped around the boat, fluttering gently in the wind, and a captivating fragrance filled the air.

Gongsun Mili leaned lazily against a soft couch covered with a snow-white fox fur coat. Her beautiful face showed no anger, but rather a playful smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, as she looked at Lin Fengmian with great interest.

Today she wore a light gauze dress, her graceful figure faintly visible beneath it. Her captivating phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned Lin Fengmian from head to toe.

She extended her slender finger and gently tapped Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian immediately felt that his dantian spiritual sea was bound by an unbreakable shackle, and all his spiritual power was completely sealed off, making it impossible to mobilize even a fraction of it!

He tried to communicate with the spiritual spring space, but found that he couldn't even probe out with his divine sense, as if he was isolated by an invisible barrier.

That's it. This time, we've really messed up.

He gazed at the alluring woman on the soft couch, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

……

Lin Fengmian has been imprisoned in this pleasure boat and forced to work like a slave for seven days.

During these seven days, his daily work included, but was not limited to:

Peel spirit fruits for Gongsun Mili, massage her shoulders, press her calves, cook spirit porridge, comb her hair, and tell jokes.

The moment that old hag opens her red lips, he has to scurry over to serve her.

She was even more dedicated to serving her client's mother than she had been in her previous life.

He was filled with grief and indignation.

But he had to put on a warm smile, looking just like a docile little wolfhound.