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

"Now we can only rely on you!"

He did not hesitate.

He immediately connected with the wisp of Li Cheng's original soul power within the spiritual spring space.

Without saying a word, he directly sent the "Soul-Tearing Ultimate Qing Dynasty Ten Great Tortures Gift Pack" remotely at the highest frequency and maximum power!

"Old Li! I'll give you three breaths! If you don't show up soon, I'll make sure your soul is scattered to the winds!!!"

at the same time,

Having already arrived in Zhongzhou, Li Cheng, who was desperately searching for Lin Fengmian's whereabouts, screamed in terror.

"Agh!!! Lin Fengmian!!! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm on my way! What's the rush?!"

An extreme pain, far exceeding anything I've ever felt before, suddenly erupted, as if it would tear my soul to shreds!

The demonic corpse controlled by Li Cheng staggered in mid-air and almost fell off the clouds!

"Aww!!!"

Li Cheng's screams could be heard across thousands of miles of void, and the demonic corpse staggered in mid-air.

"Lin Fengmian, you little beast!! I'm on the move! Can't you understand human language when you're on the move?!"

"Fine, fine, fine! You're ruthless!!"

He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his consciousness was about to explode, and formed hand seals.

A jet-black arcane rune lit up between his brows, and he transformed into a bolt of black lightning, shooting towards the majestic city in the east.

Throughout the journey, his mind was in turmoil.

Based on his understanding of Lin Fengmian, although the kid was ruthless and never suffered a loss, he never did anything reckless or aimless.

The fact that he's torturing himself so relentlessly, forcing himself to show himself, indicates that something serious has happened over there.

Moreover—it's a matter of life and death.

The thought that his soul was still in Lin Fengmian's hands sent a chill down Li Cheng's spine.

That wisp of soul shares life and death with his original divine soul. If Lin Fengmian dies and his Dao dissipates, that wisp of divine soul will also vanish into nothingness.

He, Li Cheng—a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, an old monster who had roamed for three thousand years.

Having finally regained his freedom through possession of another's body, it would be a terrible mistake to die alongside a mere Core Formation cultivator.

Even if he dies, he'll crawl out of his coffin and curse for three days and three nights!

"No! Absolutely not!"

The secret technique was pushed to its limit, and black lightning streaked across the sky, rushing toward the colossal city that rose from the ground in the very center of the Central Continent's Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance!

Lin Fengmian sat on the stone bed in the cave, his brows furrowed.

He had thought things through very clearly about the Gongsun family's affairs.

As far as public opinion is concerned, although Gongsun Chan was a cheap master whom Lin Fengmian picked up halfway through his life, she was actually very kind to him.

From cultivation resources to guidance on techniques, and even the preparations for protecting him before entering the secret realm, the woman verbally abused him fiercely, but secretly she stuffed him with box after box of rare and precious materials.

On a personal level—that woman, Gongsun Mili… although she was as proud as a white crane with a snow-capped crest when they first met, during the chase by the Old Demon of Bliss, it was she who stood in front of him, covered in blood but not retreating an inch.

He's determined to wade into this muddy water.

The biggest problem right now is that his dantian has been sealed, causing his cultivation to plummet. He can't even beat the two old guards at the gate, let alone cause trouble at the Situ family's place.

"Damn it, if Old Man Li doesn't come back soon..."

Just then, a dull thud came from outside the cave, followed by a thick, almost tangible black aura that squeezed in from the entrance, carrying a chilling and oppressive feeling.

A figure covered in jet-black scales and surging with demonic energy strode angrily into the cave.

It was the Golden Core Perfection Demon Corpse controlled by Li Cheng.

Lin Fengmian leaned against the stone wall, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing an arrogant "what can you do to me?" expression.

"Hey, old man Li, what happened... you went out to fight again? You're back pretty quickly."

Li Cheng was trembling with anger, but could only force a smile and say...

"Hehehe... Young friend, you are too kind. I was just settling some personal grudges. After I finished dealing with the matter, as soon as I sensed that you were in danger, I rushed back day and night."

"You've been banned?"

"uh-huh."

"Who did it?"

"The Situ family. Oh, right, Old Man Li, don't talk about this yet—quickly, help me untie this."

Li Cheng's lips twitched, his heart filled with reluctance.

But thinking that his soul was still in someone else's hands, and recalling the excruciating pain he had just experienced... he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and forced out a smile that was more like a grimace.

He stretched out his hand, his withered black palm pressed against Lin Fengmian's dantian, and a pure and extremely cold power surged from his palm, cutting precisely at the golden restriction like a sharp blade.

Faced with Li Cheng's keen eyesight and control, the old monster who had reached the Nascent Soul stage was completely shattered in just a few breaths.

"Buzz—"

A surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from the depths of his dantian, coursing through his limbs and bones. Lin Fengmian shuddered, the long-lost sense of power returning to his body, even his bones cracking slightly.

He clenched his fist tightly, feeling the swirling spiritual energy in his palm, and the smile on his lips deepened inch by inch.

"It's done."

He stood up, stretched his neck, and turned to look at Li Cheng: "Old man Li, at least you have some sincerity. Now—take me out of here."

"Fight your way out?" Li Cheng was taken aback. "Where do you want to fight your way out to?"

"At the engagement banquet of the Situ family in the central city of the Zhongzhou Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance."

Lin Fengmian's voice lowered.

"My woman is getting engaged to someone else tomorrow. If I can tolerate this, I'm not a Lin."

Li Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Is that all? You should have said so earlier! Although I am currently just a demonic corpse at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, with my Spirit Realm cultivation techniques, dealing with a few Core Formation cultivators is a piece of cake—uh, wait a minute."

His laughter suddenly caught in his throat.

Because his consciousness subconsciously scanned the area outside.

Above the Central Continent Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, behind the incomparably majestic city-protecting formation, five profound and vast auras quietly lingered, intertwining to form an invisible net of heaven and earth.

The Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage.

No fewer than five.

Li Cheng's smile froze completely on his face:

"Young friend... this is no joke. Although I am a Nascent Soul cultivator, this body is at most at the Great Perfection of Core Formation."

With some secret techniques from the spirit world, at best he could contend with someone in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm...

Besides, my life is still in your hands. If we really fight to the death, I can't unleash my full power.

Lin Fengmian's smile also froze.

He thought he had summoned a fully-leveled war god, but it turned out to be a half-broken, broken sword.

This was quite awkward. He stood there silently for a while, then finally sighed helplessly:

"Forget it, let's not act impulsively. Let's find a safe place and discuss this further."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of light, flying towards the depths of Qingzhu Peak. Li Cheng followed closely behind.