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

The flying boat traveled through the sea of ​​clouds for three days without incident.

The outline of the Great Yan Royal City became increasingly clear: the city walls shrouded in spiritual light, the rows of palaces, and the crisscrossing spiritual vein patterns.

Like a magnificent scroll slowly unfolding, it is breathtaking.

Three days later, the flying boat finally entered the skies above the royal city.

However, just as the flying boat passed through the thin layer of spiritual mist surrounding the royal city, a deafening roar suddenly came from the horizon ahead!

Nine jet-black beasts pulled the gilded flying boat out of the sky.

Each of these strange beasts was several meters long, with gleaming scales and exposed fangs.

His blood-red eyes gleamed with a fierce light.

The pulled iron chain struck the air, creating tiny sparks and a piercing "clattering" sound.

The gilded flying boat was magnificent in its entirety, even larger than Gongsun Mili's flower boat, and its hull was engraved with countless intricate array patterns.

A chilling aura emanated from the swirling light. At the very front of the flying boat, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His spiritual pressure was as deep and boundless as an ocean, pouring out in all directions without any concealment.

The sheer power of that spiritual pressure caused the cultivators in the market below to stop and look up in horror. Many even instinctively bowed and whispered amongst themselves.

"That's... Ye Fan from the Heavenly Star Alliance?"

"I heard he recently broke through to the Nascent Soul stage! Although it was achieved with elixirs, he's still a genuine Nascent Soul level expert!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, with such imposing presence, who wouldn't respectfully address him as 'True Lord'?"

A chorus of murmurs rose up, and the figure aboard the gilded flying boat seemed to thoroughly enjoy the spotlight.

Instead of concealing its aura, it released its Nascent Soul stage spiritual pressure even more blatantly.

It was Ye Fan.

He has just successfully formed his nascent soul, although the process was quite tortuous.

It was only thanks to the Heavenly Star Alliance leader's lavish spending of all his resources and countless rare and precious materials that he was able to be pushed to the top.

But regardless, he was now a genuine Nascent Soul True Monarch. This air of high spirits...

This sense of accomplishment made him feel that he had already stood at the top of the cultivation world in the Southern Frontier.

At that moment, his gaze suddenly fell on the flower boat that was slowly approaching from the front.

He would recognize that iconic purple figure even if it were reduced to ashes.

Gongsun is confused!

This senior martial uncle he had been thinking about for so long was sitting in that flower boat at that moment.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the restless eagerness in his heart.

Previously, his cultivation level was insufficient, and he could only look up at this unattainable and stunningly beautiful senior uncle, without even having the confidence to speak to him.

But things are different now! He has already reached the Nascent Soul stage! There are only a handful of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Southern Frontier, and Ye Fan has already joined their ranks, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gongsun Mili!

No, even higher!

After all, he was the disciple of the leader of the Heavenly Star Alliance, and his backing was far stronger than that of a mere rogue cultivator.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt his back straighten a bit, and the desire that had been suppressed in his heart for many years grew wildly like weeds.

He immediately waved his hand, and the nine strange beasts all turned around, pulling the gilded flying boat toward the flower boat.

"Ye Fan greets Martial Uncle Mili."

He bowed slightly on the flying boat, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance that he had just broken through to the next level, a arrogance that he tried to suppress but could not hide.

On the pleasure boat, Gongsun Mili was leaning lazily on the soft couch. She was quite angry with Lin Fengmian earlier and was still thinking about how to get back at him.

Hearing the commotion outside, she merely lifted her eyelids lazily and glanced through the window at the figures on the gilded flying boat.

He gave a soft hum.

They didn't even give it a second glance.

Ye Fan's smile froze slightly.

He originally thought that now that he was a Nascent Soul True Monarch, his arrogant senior uncle should at least give him a proper look, even if he didn't greet him warmly.

"Junior Nephew Yun, with such a grand display, where are you headed?"

She didn't even call Ye Fan by his name, but instead used the rather distant title "Junior Nephew Yun," as if reminding him not to forget his seniority.

But Ye Fan didn't care about these trivial details at all!

His mind was completely occupied by another thought—Gongsun Mili had taken the initiative to ask him! Gongsun Mili had actually taken the initiative to care about his whereabouts!

This must be a change after the Nascent Soul stage!

In the past, this arrogant senior uncle would never have given him a second glance.

Ye Fan was instantly overjoyed; the humiliation of being snubbed earlier vanished completely, and he felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

His back was ramrod straight, a barely suppressed smile played on his lips, and his voice was noticeably louder:

"Reporting to my master! My cultivation has stabilized. This trip is precisely to share the burden of my master, to crush the ungrateful Hehuan Sect, to capture and kill the traitor Lin Fengmian, and to uphold the prestige of our Tianxing Alliance!"

really!

Lin Fengmian listened in the cabin, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

You bastard! You make it sound so noble, but all you want is to settle personal scores with me and, incidentally, make your eyes on my precious women!

The thought of Chu Qingyi's unhealed injuries and her need to recuperate at the Hehuan Sect, and the potential dangers facing Honglian and Yan Qingyao...

Lin Fengmian's anger surged, burning so intensely that his internal organs felt like they were about to explode.

No! We absolutely cannot let him go to the Joyful Union Sect!

But right now, what can a mere cultivator like myself use to stop a Nascent Soul True Monarch?

Rushing out to fight head-on? That's suicide. Should Gongsun Mili intervene? But why should the other party offend his junior brother's disciple for the sake of a "male concubine"?

Lin Fengmian steeled his resolve, took a deep breath, and instantly adopted a lazy and casual expression.

He yawned, stretched, and swaggered out of the cabin.

"Sister Mimi, why did you stop? We've arrived at the royal city so quickly? I was almost asleep."

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes seemingly unintentionally, looking dazed as if he had just been woken up from a nap.

The moment he said that, the entire room fell silent.

On the gilded flying boat, dozens of Tianxing Alliance cultivators looked at each other, momentarily unable to react—who was this man who stepped out of the flower boat?

How dare you speak to that cold-faced killing god Gongsun Mili in such a tone?

On the pleasure boat, the palace maids who had just been reprimanded dared not utter a sound, each shrinking their necks as if they wished they could hide themselves in the gaps between the planks.

Gongsun Mili's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

She looked at Lin Fengmian's face, which was feigning laziness but was actually so tense that his eyelids were twitching slightly, and felt both annoyed and amused.

That little rascal! He really knows how to pick his time to show up! Does he think he can get away with this by assuming I'll protect him? He's really... really spoiled rotten!