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

"Moreover, we come from the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, and our purpose in coming here is only to receive you. It is not appropriate for us to interfere too much in the disputes here, lest we add to the karma."

A slight punishment will deter him from causing trouble for at least ten or eight years, and that will suffice.

Although Gongsun Mili was somewhat unwilling, she knew that her second uncle was right, so she could only purse her lips and say, "Alright then, he got away fast!"

now--

Everyone in the Hehuan Sect, from ordinary disciples to elders and protectors, and even those old monsters who had gone into seclusion, was stunned by what they saw!

That arrogant Nascent Soul demon was actually swatted away like a fly?!

That's a Nascent Soul cultivator!

A top-tier existence capable of running rampant in Qingzhou and establishing a sect!

Just like that... he was slapped away?!

The gazes of the crowd as they looked at the three figures in the sky were instantly filled with horror and awe!

But then—

When they saw that the three mysterious and powerful figures with terrifying auras seemed to have no hostility, but rather appeared to have come prepared, everyone's hearts jumped into their throats again.

Could this be an existence that Lin Fengmian has attracted, one even more terrifying than the Blissful Ancestor?

Seeing this, Chu Qingyi's expression was complex. She took a step forward and bowed slightly to Gongsun Mili:

"Fellow Daoist Gongsun..."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried a hint of solemnity as the leader of the Hehuan Sect.

Gongsun's gaze fell on Chu Qingyi's stunningly beautiful face, which was in a way that was different from her own.

She had unusually toned down her usual languid and casual demeanor. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her tone carried a rare hint of seriousness:

"Fellow Daoist Chu, rest assured, my purpose in coming here is not to make things difficult for the Joyful Union Sect."

She paused, her gaze shifting to the figure in blue below, her tone gentle yet firm:

"Lin Fengmian... I will take him away. I will never let him suffer the slightest injustice."

Hearing this, Chu Qingyi felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

She pursed her lips, her gaze complex as she looked down at the figure in the green robe, then at the woman in the purple dress beside her.

She knew, of course, that Gongsun Mili wouldn't harm Lin Fengmian. But she also knew that after this parting, she didn't know when they would meet again.

"..."

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

And below—

Yan Qingyao, Honglian, Xiao Xiyue... and Xiao Ling'er, who was looking somewhat helpless in the corner, all had their eyes fixed on Lin Fengmian.

Xiao Xiyue's gaze was complicated, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

Yan Qingyao's eyes were slightly red, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying.

Honglian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

They all understood that he was leaving.

The female disciples who had secretly admired Lin Fengmian but hadn't had a chance to get close to him now had undisguised resentment and reluctance in their eyes.

When the disciples of the Hehuan Sect learned that these three incredibly powerful figures had come to escort Lin Fengmian away, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, a new confusion arose—

Just who exactly is Lin Fengmian?!

Even the Xiao family patriarch, who had always been secretly at odds with Lin Fengmian, was so frightened that his face turned pale and his back was soaked with cold sweat!

"My god... Just who is this kid Lin Fengmian?! How could he have such a terrifyingly powerful expert personally come to pick him up?!"

He screamed wildly in his heart, then suddenly felt a chill run down his spine:

"From now on... from now on, the Xiao family must keep a low profile within the Hehuan Sect! Extremely low profile! We must never provoke this person in the slightest!"

In the sky—

Gongsun Mili turned her gaze to Lin Fengmian, her tone urging yet still gentle:

"Lin Fengmian, now that this matter is settled, you should leave with your sister."

Lin Fengmian raised his head, looked at the woman in the purple dress, and then glanced around at the members of the Hehuan Sect.

Finally, his gaze lingered on Chu Qingyi, Yan Qingyao, and Xiao Xiyue.

He suddenly laughed.

The smile was relaxed and at ease, as if he were just about to go on a long trip.

"Sister Mimi, wait!"

He waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery:

"Since I'm going to Zhongzhou, where the mountains are high and the roads are long, and I'm unfamiliar with the place, I'll need to bring along someone who will care for me, serve me tea and water, right?"

After saying that—

He didn't give anyone time to react. His gaze landed precisely on that aloof and slender figure in the crowd, and he reached out and beckoned!

An invisible force instantly bound Xiao Ling'er, gently pulling her out of the crowd and bringing her to his side.

"what!"

Xiao Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, her beautiful face filled with astonishment and panic!

Xiao Ling'er tried to struggle, but she was horrified to find that all the spiritual energy in her body was frozen, and she couldn't even lift a finger!

He was completely bound by that invisible force, and could only let Lin Fengmian lift him up like a little rabbit.

He gently grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her out of the crowd.

"You...you let me go!" She was both ashamed and angry, her beautiful face filled with astonishment and panic, and her voice changed.

But Lin Fengmian ignored her and dragged her to Gongsun Mili's side, with a matter-of-fact expression on his face.

He chuckled to himself.

This little girl has innate sword bones, but they're not fully tamed yet. We need to keep her close and teach her properly.

This way, my metal spiritual root can be purified into the innate Geng metal spiritual root more quickly!

Only a fool would pass up such a good opportunity that can both improve one's qualifications and be aesthetically pleasing.

Gongsun's gaze lingered on Xiao Ling'er's exquisitely beautiful and aloof face.

She glanced at Lin Fengmian's self-righteous demeanor, and a dangerous glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She lightly touched her cheek with the tip of her tongue, her tone carrying a hint of languor and a touch of sourness:

"Lin Fengmian, your 'maid' is truly...beautiful and charming."

The word "maid" was pronounced with particular emphasis, as if to stress something.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that this woman's jealousy had flared up again.

But with his thick skin, he immediately remained calm and composed, even speaking with a hint of nonchalance:

"Sister Mili, you're wronging me! You don't know, our Hehuan Sect is famous for producing beauties. Every one of them is stunningly beautiful! I'm just adapting to local customs, aren't I?"

These words not only attributed Xiao Ling'er's existence to the "atmosphere of the sect," but also praised all the fairies of the Hehuan Sect.

The female disciples below, who had been feeling resentful and reluctant to part, were overjoyed upon hearing this.

Even the sorrow of parting faded somewhat, and they all covered their lips and chuckled softly, their gazes towards Lin Fengmian becoming even more alluring.

"snort!"

Gongsun Yan, standing to the side, coldly snorted, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like two sharp swords, sweeping over Lin Fengmian with undisguised scrutiny and criticism.