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

Gongsun Yan's face turned ashen, and his chest heaved several times before he managed to suppress his pent-up anger.

He glanced at Wang Teng, who was lying on the ground groaning, then at Lin Fengmian, who was still smiling, and finally snorted coldly and waved his hand:

"It's alright! He's simply outmatched! Since he's already given his all, yet still no match for Junior Nephew Lu, he deserves his defeat!"

He turned his head, looked at the smug Gongsun Chan, and forced a smile:

"Congratulations, Third Sister! You really have... taken on a good disciple!"

The last sentence was almost uttered through gritted teeth.

Gongsun Chan could easily detect the sourness in his words.

She raised her snow-white chin, her eyes crinkling with laughter, like a little fox who had succeeded in her scheme:

"Of course! Don't you even know whose judgment this is?"

Gongsun Yan was speechless, and could only glare fiercely at Wang Teng on the ground.

What a piece of trash!

This is utterly shameful!

Gongsun Chan had already taken Lin Fengmian's hand and was walking happily towards the outside of the hall.

"My good disciple! Come on! Your master will take you to eat something good! What would you like to eat? The spiritual cuisine of Tianxiang Tower? Or the thousand-year-old aged wine of Zuixianju? Your master is in a good mood today, so order whatever you like!"

She chattered away, completely immersed in the joy of triumph.

Lin Fengmian was pulled forward by her, and seeing his master's beaming face, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

The two quickly disappeared outside the main hall.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Gongsun Gaishi, who had been sitting silently on the throne, finally slowly opened his seemingly cloudy eyes.

He gazed in the direction Lin Fengmian had left, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice:

"Lin Fengmian... possesses unparalleled combat prowess, an exceptionally solid foundation, and the legendary Pure Yang Sacred Body, making him a fighting genius one in a million."

He paused, then abruptly changed the subject, letting out a sigh:

"What a pity..."

"He happens to possess one of the five rarest spiritual roots, a trait unparalleled since ancient times. This is... a body cursed by the Heavenly Dao."

Upon hearing this, the elders in the hall were first taken aback, then they all suddenly understood.

An elder with graying hair and beard said in a deep voice:

"Patriarch, please be wise! Ancient texts record that those with five spiritual roots are envied by heaven and earth; their dantian is like a leak, making it impossible to condense a golden core. Throughout history, no cultivator with five spiritual roots has ever been able to surpass the Nascent Soul realm!"

"That's right! I've cultivated for hundreds of years, and I've never heard of any cultivator with five spiritual roots successfully forming a Nascent Soul."

"Even if he manages to form his core by sheer luck, and even if he uses massive amounts of resources to forcefully increase his cultivation, he will probably never have the chance to reach the Nascent Soul stage in his lifetime! This child... his path to enlightenment is severed!"

The elders spoke one after another, their sighs tinged with regret, yet also revealing an undeniable certainty.

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yan immediately adopted an expression of deep agreement and nodded repeatedly:

"Father and the elders are absolutely right!"

He paused, his tone becoming serious:

"I would advise my third sister not to invest too much effort and resources in this child. After all, five spiritual roots... are ultimately just a mirage; no matter how much you invest, it will be in vain."

Gongsun Gaishi did not respond, but simply nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the figure that had long since disappeared outside the palace gate, lost in thought.

Wang Teng, who was lying on the ground, heard every word of these words.

A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face, which had been contorted with pain.

Five spiritual roots.

A body cursed by the heavens.

They can never form an infant.

Hahahaha!

He laughed wildly in his heart, almost wanting to roar out loud!

Lin Fengmian! Lin Fengmian!

Did you hear that?!

You're finished! You're completely finished!

So what if your combat power is heaven-defying? So what if you have the Pure Yang Holy Body?!

You possess five spiritual roots! You are a forsaken child of Heaven! You will forever remain a useless Core Formation stage cultivator! You will never be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage!

Why does Gongsun Chan like you so much? Why is she so good to you, giving you so many cultivation resources?!

Those things should have belonged to me!

Wang Teng slowly clenched his fist, a mad flash in his eyes.

I'm about to reach the point of conception!

My lifespan will be greatly extended, and my future will be bright!

Gongsun Chan is mine too!

You——

Lin Fengmian.

They are destined to be trampled under my feet and look up to me for the rest of their lives!

On Qingzhu Peak, in Lin Fengmian's cave.

Sunlight streamed through the patterned windowpanes, scattering golden fragments across the floor.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air; it was a calming incense that Gongsun Chan had specially lit for him.

It is said to originate from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and one stick is worth three hundred spirit stones.

At this moment, Gongsun Chan was sitting opposite him, her phoenix eyes looking him up and down, becoming more and more satisfied and pleased with him.

"My good disciple! You did a great job this time! You've really made your master proud!"

She made no attempt to hide her admiration; her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of girlish excitement.

His disciple was not only so handsome, but also incredibly powerful! Most importantly, he possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body!

The aura he had unleashed during the battle had stirred her mind, making her irresistibly want to get closer to him...

Thinking of this, Gongsun Chan's eyes became somewhat hazy, and her slender hand involuntarily rose up, reaching towards Lin Fengmian's handsome face with its distinct features.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart felt like a deer was pounding wildly.

The pure yang body emanated an extremely yang aura, like warm sunlight, making this woman, who cultivated the ice-cold technique, especially eager to get closer.

Closer, closer.

He almost touched the cheek that made her heart flutter—

"Ahem!"

Gongsun Chan suddenly came to her senses, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly withdrew her hand, pretending that nothing had happened.

She cleared her throat and said seriously:

"Cough cough."

Despite this, she was filled with frustration.

Unfortunately, Xiaomian'er is only a Core Formation stage cultivator, so she can be of little help to me.

But his cultivation level is improving really slowly!

If he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage soon, we could cultivate together...

Gongsun Chan's gaze involuntarily drifted to the mountain of rare and precious medicinal herbs piled on the table.

He sighed helplessly to himself.

Those spiritual herbs, ores, and cultivation manuals were all things she had collected for him these past few days, fearing that his foundation was unstable and that his cultivation might go wrong.

But no matter how good these things are, they can't satisfy the bottomless appetite of the Pure Yang Holy Body.

My good disciple is good in every way, except that his cultivation is progressing too slowly!

It seems the only option right now is to try and build a relationship with the other person first...

Gongsun Chan was secretly making plans in her heart, but on her face she maintained the dignified demeanor of a master.

After instructing Lin Fengmian on several key points of the cultivation technique, Gongsun Chan stood up.

Today she wore a moon-white fitted long dress that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. As she turned around, the hem of her dress swayed slightly, carrying a fragrant breeze.