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

As for Ye Fan, the moment he saw Lin Fengmian, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

He even doubted his own eyes and blinked twice.

But the figure remained standing there, alive and well, and even grinned at him.

"Lin Fengmian—!!?"

"What are you doing here?! What are you doing on Uncle-Master Misty's flying boat?!"

Lin Fengmian picked at his ear, then turned his head away with a look of disgust, as if he couldn't stand the piercing noise:

"What's all the noise about? I can be wherever I want, it's none of your business!"

A casual remark, yet it was like pouring oil on Ye Fan's anger.

Ye Fan was so angry that he trembled all over, and his facial muscles were twitching violently. The high spirits he had accumulated over the past few days were completely crushed into dust by his anger at this moment.

He no longer cared about maintaining any image in front of Gongsun Mili.

With his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator pressed down on Lin Fengmian like a collapsing mountain!

At the same time, he shouted sternly at Gongsun Mili:

"Uncle-Master Mili! This fiend is Lin Fengmian, a remnant of the Hehuan Sect! He is guilty of heinous crimes! He killed my younger brother, stole my opportunity, and disgraced my dignity! Please allow me to capture him immediately and tear him to pieces!"

As he spoke, the overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul had already passed through the protective barrier of the flower boat, and pressed down on Lin Fengmian like an invisible giant hand!

At this moment, Lin Fengmian was also gambling.

Gamble on Gongsun Mili's feelings for him

I'm betting on whether she'll risk offending her fellow disciples, or even the leader of the Heavenly Star Alliance behind her, all for my sake!

If you win the bet, you can continue to live a life of luxury, clinging to this powerful figure forever.

Losing the bet... so what?

They destroyed the last demon corpse.

Otherwise, I'll just have to hope that old geezer Li Cheng will collapse and come back to save me!

At the critical moment.

Gongsun Mili's phoenix eyes suddenly turned cold.

She slowly stood up, her purple robes flowing like smoke, her long hair cascading down, and the languid aura around her vanished instantly.

Instead, an extremely sharp and powerful pressure swept across the land, like a freezing tide that suddenly engulfed the entire world.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed directly on Ye Fan. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was cold and clear:

"presumptuous!"

The word fell like an icicle piercing the air!

The moment the words fell, the spiritual pressure of the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator surrounding Gongsun Mili suddenly exploded like a freezing tide that had frozen thousands of miles!

Her purple robes fluttered, her long hair danced in the wind, and the air around the entire flower boat seemed to solidify into a tangible form at that moment!

That overwhelming pressure poured down on Ye Fan like a tidal wave, carrying an undeniable domineering and sharp force!

Ye Fan felt a tremendous force slam into his chest, as if a mountain had crashed down on him, and he staggered back several steps.

His heels stomped so hard that they created spiderweb-like cracks on the deck of the airship!

My blood and qi surged like boiling water, and I felt a sweet taste in my throat. I almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot!

He stared wide-eyed at the woman before him, his face filled with disbelief.

I've already reached the Nascent Soul stage!

Although he was built up with pills and his foundation was somewhat weak, he was still a genuine Nascent Soul True Monarch!

How come he couldn't even withstand a single pressure from her?

He was forced back several steps in a single encounter? The difference in skill level is just too great!

Gongsun Mili narrowed her phoenix eyes, coldly observing his turbulent, disheveled appearance. Her red lips parted slightly.

The voice was as cold as a blade chilled to the bone.

"Ye Fan, do you really think that just because you've advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, you can be arrogant and disrespectful in front of me?"

She took a step forward, her purple dress trailing on the ground, and the pressure from the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator not only did not subside, but intensified!

The Tianxing Alliance disciples around them were forced to lower their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly, as they found it difficult to breathe.

"Lin Fengmian is my distinguished guest!"

Her words were deliberate and resounding.

"How dare you lay a hand on him in front of me? You have no fear!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan was completely dumbfounded.

What? What did my own martial uncle say?

Lin Fengmian—the most wanted criminal of the Heavenly Star Alliance, a remnant of the Joyful Union Sect, and a mortal enemy whom he wished he could tear to pieces.

He's actually become my martial uncle's honored guest?! What the hell is this?!

He subconsciously glanced at Lin Fengmian again.

The guy was leaning against the ship's railing, arms crossed, his mouth practically stretched to the back of his head in a wide grin.

He had this smug look that said, "See? This is my status." That gaze, that posture...

Ye Fan felt as if his heart had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil and fried repeatedly.

I was furious, resentful, and frustrated; all the blood in my body was rushing to my head!

Lin Fengmian clearly felt it wasn't enough.

Seeing Ye Fan's expression of utter dismay, he felt as refreshed as drinking an ice-cold spring on a sweltering summer day.

He immediately cleared his throat, stood up straight, and spoke loudly to Ye Fan:

"Yo yo yo, Ye Fan, you shameless bastard, you dare to come looking for me? Back when I was undergoing my tribulation..."

You shameless scoundrel, you attacked me from behind! If it weren't for my good fortune and divine protection, I would have fallen for your trick!

These words came out like a barrage of machine gun fire, each one piercing to the heart and each sentence a slap in the face.

The surrounding cultivators and disciples were immediately abuzz with excitement, their eyes all turning to Ye Fan, filled with astonishment and disdain.

"What?! Holy Son Ye Fan actually launched a sneak attack while someone was undergoing tribulation?"

"That's so despicable! Isn't taking advantage of someone's tribulation to do something wicked the most taboo thing in the cultivation world?"

"He's supposed to be the Holy Son of the Heavenly Star Alliance! This kind of behavior is utterly despicable!"

Although the whispers were kept extremely low, they were like fine needles pricking Ye Fan's already battered pride.

His face turned pale and then red, his lips trembled, and his facial muscles twitched violently. Shame and anger intertwined into a raging fire that felt like his internal organs were about to explode!

He, Ye Fan, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Star Alliance, was a prodigy who had just advanced to the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm! He had never suffered such public humiliation since childhood!

And this happened in front of so many people, being pointed at and cursed by a good-for-nothing he looked down on!

"Lin Fengmian—! You should just die—!"

He finally lost his temper and roared, his spiritual power erupting from his body!

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator was like a runaway flood, pouring down on Lin Fengmian!

He unleashed both palms simultaneously, a fierce and unparalleled palm wind carrying overwhelming killing intent, striking straight at Lin Fengmian's face!

At this moment, he completely forgot about his senior uncle, the rules, and the consequences!

He just wanted to shut this hateful guy in front of him up completely!

However—he had only delivered half of his palm strike when everything went blurry before his eyes!

"That's enough!"

Gongsun Mili waved her jade hand lightly, as if casually brushing away a fallen leaf.