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

He and Wang Teng were ten feet apart, facing each other from afar.

The hall fell silent immediately, and all eyes were on the two of them.

Gongsun Gaishi remained seated on his throne, his gaze slightly lowered, seemingly indifferent to the competition, yet also as if everything was within his expectations.

Gongsun Yan smiled, crossed his arms, and looked like he was watching a good show.

Gongsun Chan clenched her fists, staring nervously at the figure in green robes in the arena.

As Wang Teng watched Lin Fengmian walk to the opposite side, the humble smile on his face gradually faded.

Instead, a wry smile appeared on his face.

He never had a good impression of his "junior brother".

How could a junior in the late stage of Golden Core be allowed to become Gongsun Chan's disciple?

Why can I get so close to her?

His feelings for Gongsun Chan were no secret within the Gongsun family. Yet, that woman remained indifferent to him, even deliberately distancing herself from him.

Now, things have gotten even worse; she's actually taken on a male apprentice? They address each other as master and disciple every day and are inseparable?

Thinking of this, Wang Teng felt a surge of jealousy and resentment coursing through his heart like a venomous snake.

He looked at Lin Fengmian's handsome face, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Today, he will trample this so-called "Pure Yang Holy Body" under his feet in this very hall, in front of everyone in the Gongsun family!

Let Gongsun Chan see for herself what kind of person the disciple she chose really is.

"Junior brother," Wang Teng spoke slowly, his voice still gentle, yet carrying a hint of barely concealed coldness.

"Don't worry, for the sake of our martial uncle, your senior brother will definitely not harm you."

He paused, the curve of his lips becoming even more pronounced:

"However... in sparring, suffering some physical pain, breaking a few bones, and spending a year or two in bed is quite normal. Don't you agree?"

His tone was arrogant, as if victory was already assured.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian did not get angry but laughed instead.

He tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile curving his lips, and nodded.

"Senior Brother Wang Teng is right. Getting a little injured is indeed quite normal."

He raised his eyes, calmly meeting Wang Teng's gaze, and said, word by word:

"It's just that we don't know who will be lying in bed then; that's hard to say."

"you--!"

Wang Teng's smile instantly froze.

The mask of humility and gentleness finally cracked, revealing an undisguised surge of arrogance and murderous intent in his eyes!

Lin Fengmian looked at the distorted face opposite him, but only smiled faintly and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.

"Senior brother, please."

That nonchalant attitude was even more infuriating than being verbally abused.

Wang Teng's chest heaved violently, his face turning pale and then flushed, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Kid! In a moment on stage, I'll show you what it means to respect your teacher!"

He practically spat out the words through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with undisguised murderous intent.

Lin Fengmian still had a smile on his face and shrugged noncommittally.

Inside the hall, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

Gongsun Gaishi sat upright on the throne, his seemingly cloudy eyes taking in everything that had just happened.

He looked at Wang Teng

Although that young man was quite talented, possessing a single fire-type spiritual root and only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage, he could indeed be considered a prodigy.

But at this moment, he was easily provoked into losing his composure by a few words, his eyes surging with naked murderous intent and jealousy. This kind of mentality...

Gongsun Gaishi shook his head inwardly.

Being too eager for quick success and impatient, easily exposed by a few words of advice, such a mindset, even if one manages to reach the Nascent Soul stage by chance, will make it difficult to achieve great things in the future.

He then turned his gaze to Lin Fengmian.

The young man remained standing with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed, with even a faint smile playing on his lips.

From the moment he entered the venue until now, he has remained neither flustered nor enraged in the face of Wang Teng's provocations and humiliations.

With just a few words, he defused the opponent's offensive and even threw them into disarray.

To maintain such confidence and composure even when facing an opponent at the half-Nascent Soul stage...

Gongsun Gaishi nodded inwardly.

This kind of mindset is truly rare.

such a pity……

He lowered his eyes and sighed softly to himself.

Unfortunately, their qualifications were somewhat lacking.

Even with the best temperament, how far can someone with five spiritual roots go?

And at that very moment—

Wang Teng made his move!

He could no longer suppress the murderous intent and rage in his heart, and he went all out in his attack!

His spiritual power erupted suddenly, and an extremely hot aura swept outwards in all directions like a tidal wave!

The aura was so violent that the robes of several elders in the hall fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Crimson Flame Heaven-Burning Technique -"

Wang Teng gave a low shout and formed hand seals!

In an instant, fire-attribute spiritual energy gathered wildly around him! Crimson flames surged and rose as if they were tangible, illuminating half of the hall in a dazzling red!

A wave of intense heat rushed towards him, and Lin Fengmian felt as if the air around him had thinned out.

"It's a rare single-elemental fire-type spiritual root!"

"No wonder Elder Gongsun Yan accepted him as a disciple!"

"A single fire-type spiritual root makes him almost unbeatable among those of the same level..."

Several elders inside the hall couldn't help but gasp, their gazes towards Wang Teng filled with astonishment.

Hearing the praises around him, Wang Teng felt even more smug.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his fists clenched tightly—

The surging flames instantly condensed on his fist, turning into two dazzling fireballs!

"Kid! I'll show you what real power is!"

With a roar, he transformed into a fiery red streak of light and pounced fiercely towards Lin Fengmian!

A punch was thrown!

Wherever the fist wind carrying raging flames passed, it left a scorched mark in the air, and even the blue bricks on the ground were scorched and cracked slightly!

As Lin Fengmian felt the heat wave hitting him, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The power of this punch... it feels almost the same as the fake infant cultivators I encountered in Qingzhou.

Could it be that the reason I was able to dominate Qingzhou before wasn't because I was too strong, but because... my opponents were too weak?

He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

But it doesn't matter.

In the past, he might have been more wary of this level of attack and had to use some of his trump cards to deal with it.

But now, he has already reached the late stage of Core Formation!

The quality of spiritual energy within his body is already comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Although the quality of its spiritual energy is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is still worlds apart from that of a true Nascent Soul cultivator.

Nascent Soul cultivators not only possess abundant spiritual power, but also various other abilities such as Nascent Soul Dharma Forms and Domain Divine Powers. The difference between them and Nascent Soul cultivators is not small.

But dealing with a cultivator who is only halfway to the Nascent Soul stage...

Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a smile.

enough.