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

There was no way to stop it; the shackles on his dantian and spiritual sea were like iron hoops, tightly binding him, and he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power at all.

He tried countless times, but his divine sense would be bounced back by an invisible barrier before it could even reach three feet outside his body, and he couldn't even touch the jade pendant space.

Now, he is no different from an ordinary man in the mortal world.

Gongsun Mili could crush him with a single finger.

It really proves the old saying

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs; a dragon swimming in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp.

At this moment, he was standing in the kitchen of the flower boat.

Before me was an exquisitely crafted jade pot, inside which porridge bubbled and steamed, exuding a spiritual aura and a rich aroma.

He held a jade spoon in his hand and stirred it with practiced ease.

In his heart, however, he had already cursed Gongsun Mili's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"You old hag! You make me cook for you and massage your legs every day, do you really think I'm your servant?"

He cursed inwardly, but dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest.

This porridge needs to be cooked to a moderate consistency and with a uniform texture.

The slightest mistake would trigger a barrage of sarcastic mockery from the woman, shattering his pride piece by piece.

Outside the kitchen door, several slender figures were peeking inside.

Those were maids on the pleasure boat, each with a pretty face and a graceful figure.

They usually traveled all over the country with Gongsun Mili and had seen quite a few men.

But this is the first time I've seen someone as handsome as Lin Fengmian, who also possesses the Pure Yang Holy Body.

"Have you heard? Madam has brought Lin Fengmian back!"

A maid in a pale yellow dress lowered her voice, her eyes gleaming with gossip.

"I knew it already! It's all over the place!"

Another maid covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I heard his Pure Yang Body is incredibly powerful; you can get spiritual energy just by talking to him!"

"Oh my god, really? If I were to... cultivate with him for one night, wouldn't I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage directly?"

The third maid's eyes darted around, her gaze lingering on the figure in the blue robe in the kitchen, a blush spreading across her face.

"Give me a break! You dare to covet the lady's people? Don't you want to die!" The maid in the pale yellow dress glared at her.

"I was just thinking about it..."

The maids laughed and giggled, but their eyes never left Lin Fengmian.

His profile, as he bent over to cook porridge, appeared exceptionally gentle and handsome in the glow of the fire, with his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and high, straight nose.

Even in such a situation, he still exudes an indescribable sense of composure.

"But to be honest," the red-clad maid leaned closer, her voice even lower,

"Do you think... with his small frame, he can handle Madam's demands?"

Shh! Are you out of your mind?!

"Hehe, I was just curious..."

As the maids were chatting animatedly, a languid voice suddenly came from outside: "Is the porridge ready? I'm hungry."

It was Gongsun Mili who was confused.

The maids were terrified and immediately fell silent, shrinking their necks and scattering like birds and beasts, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the sound from the kitchen, Lin Fengmian cursed inwardly but called out, "Sister Mili, please wait a moment! It'll be ready soon!"

He ladled out the porridge, carried the jade bowl out of the kitchen, and walked along the carved corridor to the luxurious room on the top floor of the flower boat.

Layers of gauze curtains hung low, and the air was filled with the fragrance of incense. Gongsun Mili was leaning against a soft couch covered with a snow-white fox fur coat, her jade-like legs crossed, and the hem of her thin gauze skirt slipped down to her knees, revealing a section of her fair and tender calves.

She held a strand of black hair in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. Her captivating phoenix eyes were slightly closed, as if she were resting.

Lin Fengmian walked in carrying a bowl of porridge, his gaze lingering on those jade-like legs for half a second before quickly looking away.

He appeared respectful and obedient on the surface, but in his mind he was already devising the 365th escape plan.

"Sister Mimi, the porridge is ready."

He walked to the soft couch, squatted down, and presented the jade bowl with both hands.

Gongsun Mili slowly opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes shimmering with tears. She glanced at him, her red lips slightly parted: "Feed me."

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He took a deep breath, smiled broadly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and carefully brought it to her lips.

If those familiar with him from the Hehuan Sect were to see his docile and obedient demeanor, they would surely be astonished.

Where is this the Lin Fengmian who roamed among women and was decisive in killing?

Gongsun Mili took a sip from his hand, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a satisfied expression: "Hmm, not bad. Little Chenchen's cooking skills have improved."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sister Mimi! I will definitely continue to work hard!"

Lin Fengmian spoke flattering words, but inwardly he was cursing wildly—Little Mianmian? You're the Little Mianmian! Your whole family are Little Mianmian!

In my past life, I was a famous model in Shanghai. When have I ever been called that before?

Gongsun Mili seemed to read his mind, and suddenly chuckled softly, extending her slender finger to tap his brow, her voice carrying a hint of lazy teasing:

"What? Are you cursing me in your heart again?"

Lin Fengmian tensed up, but forced a smile that was more sincere than a grimace:

"Heaven and earth bear witness! Sister Mili, you've wronged me! I, Lin Fengmian, swear to heaven—"

"Alright."

Gongsun Mili was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. With a wave of her hand, she put the bowl of porridge aside, lay back down on the soft couch, and stretched.

The sheer fabric slid down her graceful curves, revealing her breathtaking figure beneath the fabric, making Lin Fengmian's throat go dry.

"I'm tired, come and give me a massage."

Her voice carried a lazy, commanding tone, as if she were ordering around a perfectly handy object.

Lin Fengmian was filled with grief and indignation!

Lin Fengmian, who had been a womanizer for so many years, had never suffered such humiliation!

Which woman wouldn't flock to him and want to hold him in the palm of her hand?

But Gongsun Mili treated him like a little dog that he could summon and dismiss at will, bossing him around and showing him no respect whatsoever!

He resisted the urge to smash the jade bowl over her face, walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to knead them gently.

But in his heart he was frantically calculating

Once I've recovered my cultivation, I'll make sure you, you old hag, know what it means to be outmatched! I'll make sure you can't live without me!

Gongsun Mili felt comfortable as he pressed her down, letting out a low moan, her voice languid and satisfied:

"Hmm... a little higher, yes, right there... a little harder."

Lin Fengmian did as instructed, his fingers slowly moving down along the acupoints on her shoulder, touching the edge of her delicate collarbone.

Beneath my palm was her warm skin, delicate and smooth like the finest mutton fat jade.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on the alluring curves concealed by the thin veil, and a surge of emotion welled up within him.