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

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyao's crying gradually subsided.

Buried against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, she was still reluctant to part with him, but she also knew that a man couldn't stay cooped up at home.

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, bit her lip, and as if she had made up her mind, her voice barely a whisper:

"Qingyao believes in her husband... Husband, I... let's have a child."

Lin Fengmian was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, looking down at the expectant little face in his arms: "Ah? Qingyao, why do you want a child?"

Qingyao then said softly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness and determination:

"My husband, after you're gone... I want to leave behind a child as a keepsake. When I miss you, I can look at the child, and that will be as if you're still here with me... Waaah!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened again, tears welling up as if they were about to burst forth.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian felt both touched and amused. He pinched the tip of her pert nose and chuckled:

"Don't worry, Qingyao, I'll be back soon. You won't have to wait long."

He paused, looking into her wet, expectant eyes, his heart softened, and his tone became tender:

"But since you want a child... then I will do my best!"

After saying that, Lin Fengmian and Yan Qingyao sat cross-legged again and began to circulate their internal energy...

And so, it wasn't until late into the night that Yan Qingyao finally fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

She curled up in the brocade quilt, a sweet smile on her lips, tears still clinging to her eyes, yet she slept soundly and peacefully.

Lin Fengmian gently tucked the blanket around her, lowered his head and kissed her forehead before feeling relieved and turning to leave.

After all, I'm going on a long trip, so I have to feed them all first, otherwise these delicate fairies will go hungry for a long time.

Lin Fengmian then headed towards Xiao Xiyue's cave, which was closest to him.

When Lin Fengmian went inside, Xiao Xiyue was sitting by the window, staring blankly at an ancient book. She hadn't turned the pages in her hand for a long time, clearly not paying attention to it at all.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up abruptly, and upon seeing who it was, her cool and pretty face instantly lit up with surprise!

"Junior brother! You're finally back!"

She almost instinctively stood up, rushed over, and grabbed his arm tightly with both hands, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.

"I miss you so much……"

Her voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red, but she held back her tears.

Looking at his usually aloof and arrogant senior sister in this state, Lin Fengmian felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Two wheels... three wheels...

Inside the cave, spiritual light swirled and energy mingled. Suppressed breathing sounds intertwined, like a final frenzy before parting.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Xiao Xiyue nestled in Lin Fengmian's arms, her body drenched in sweat, her usually cool and pretty face flushed, her beautiful eyes misty with tears, her whole body as limp as if her bones had been removed.

Unlike Yan Qingyao's emotional nature, this woman was relatively rational, remaining silent and quietly appreciating Lin Fengmian's tenderness, deeply engraving his scent, his body temperature, and everything about him into her memory.

Lin Fengmian stroked her dark hair and said in a deep voice:

"After I leave, please take good care of Qingyao. She's simple-minded and prone to overthinking."

"Um."

Xiao Xiyue responded softly, her voice languid yet firm:

"Don't worry. I will. Be careful while you're in Zhongzhou."

She didn't say anything to try and persuade him to stay, but the way she tightly gripped his clothes revealed her deep reluctance to part.

Lin Fengmian's heart stirred slightly. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head, without saying anything more.

Some feelings need not be spoken.

……

Next, Lin Fengmian found Honglian.

This usually composed and dignified senior uncle, who was in charge of the sect's affairs, seemed somewhat absent-minded at this moment.

She was standing by the window, holding a sprig of spirit flower that she had picked from somewhere in her hand. Her fingertips unconsciously twirled the petals, plucking them off one by one and scattering them on the ground.

Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around abruptly.

Upon seeing Lin Fengmian, a complex and indescribable emotion flashed in her beautiful eyes—a mixture of worry, reluctance, and a hint of…resentment.

She quickly turned her face away and said in a deliberately cold tone:

"It's good that you're gone! Zhongzhou is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources. With your lawless and flirtatious nature, you'll surely be able to harm even more exceptionally talented fairies there, and your cultivation will definitely advance by leaps and bounds!"

She paused, her tone deliberately tinged with a hint of defiance and resolve:

"Go ahead and go! I'm not going to be stupid enough to wait for you! If you get so caught up in the fun in Zhongzhou that you forget about coming back..."

I, Honglian, will turn my back on you and find a talented young man to become my Daoist partner, completely forgetting about you!

These words were like igniting a powder keg!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's eyes instantly turned red!

Damn it!

Who would dare to covet my woman?!

He was already addicted to his uncle's unique charm and flavor, and couldn't give it up at all!

The thought that she might end up in someone else's arms instantly overwhelmed him with an overwhelming possessiveness!

"You dare!!!"

Lin Fengmian's expression hardened, and he stepped forward. Amidst Honglian's exclamation, he pressed his palms against the Mingmen point on her back, forcibly opening her sluggish meridians with pure Yang spiritual power.

"Lin Fengmian! Let me go! You little rascal... Ugh...!"

All protests and hypocrisy were silenced by that gentle yet domineering spiritual power.

Honglian initially struggled, but quickly crumbled under the pure spiritual energy, and could only passively cooperate with the cultivation, letting the spiritual energy flow through her entire body.

This time, Lin Fengmian's guidance carried an undeniable air of authority, and he was more focused than ever before.

He seemed to want to imprint his spiritual energy deep into her meridians, so that she would never have any other thoughts.

The exercise is now over.

Honglian, her breath light and unsteady, leaned against the edge of the couch, her dark hair slightly disheveled and clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but she stubbornly turned her head away, burying her face in the quilt. Only the slight trembling of her shoulders betrayed her emotions.

She stubbornly turned her head away, not wanting Lin Fengmian to see her vulnerable, tearful appearance, yet she still stubbornly maintained her previous words, though her voice was choked with sobs:

"You bastard...didn't you hear me...I'm not waiting for you..."

But this time, Lin Fengmian understood.

How is this a threat?

She was clearly a proud woman, expressing her deepest reluctance to part in the most clumsy way.

She wants to come back soon!

Seeing Honglian's hypocritical and pitiful appearance, Lin Fengmian's anger instantly dissipated, leaving only tenderness.