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

This woman has a knack for praising people.

He lowered his head and gently pecked her lips.

Nangong Li's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to the kiss.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Nangong Li leaned against him and whispered:

"My lord, shall we return to the sect today?"

Lin Fengmian nodded: "Yes, it's time to go back."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Li suddenly sat up from his arms, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

"Actually, going back tomorrow is fine too."

She stood up and turned around in front of him.

The hem of her moon-white dress fluttered gently, like a blooming white lotus.

Then, she raised her slender hand, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up little by little.

Lin Fengmian's gaze involuntarily followed her movements downwards.

Beneath the hem of her skirt.

Black stockings!

And these are even more sophisticated black stockings than the ones she wore last time!

Its surface had a delicate matte finish, tightly wrapping around those long, straight, jade-like legs.

Outlining flawless lines.

Lin Fengmian's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

This woman!

I'm really getting to know him better and better!

Without saying a word, he got up and was about to pick the person up in his arms.

He lowered his head and captured those two soft lips in his mouth.

……

Much later.

The flying sword pierced the air, accompanied by a fierce gale.

Lin Fengmian stood behind Nangong Li, his arms around her waist.

There was nothing beneath Nangong Li's skirt.

The moon-white dress was intact.

But the brand-new black stockings that she had worn for less than an hour had already turned into several tattered pieces.

It lay pitifully on the floor of the inn.

She turned around and gave Lin Fengmian a flirtatious, disdainful look:

The flying sword pierced through the clouds and mist, speeding towards the direction of the Hehuan Sect.

On the way, Nangong Li said:

"My lord, are you really going to participate in that secret realm?"

His words were filled with worry.

Having survived her brush with death, she finally understood her own heart.

She truly fell in love with Lin Fengmian.

Moreover, it was the kind of feeling that penetrated to the bone and was impossible to extricate oneself from.

She didn't want to see him in danger again.

Lin Fengmian sensed the worry in her words, and his heart warmed. He hugged her even tighter.

"Don't worry, Li'er, nothing will happen. Besides, I can't stay home forever, can I?"

Nangong Li remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"Hmm...I believe in my husband."

She paused, then said:

"However, the three major sects are allocated a limited number of slots for that secret realm each time. According to the rules of previous years, there should be a selection process first."

"Selection?"

"Yes, it's usually used as a selection competition for outer disciples as well."

Lin Fengmian seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

The Hehuan Sect had an extremely strict hierarchical system.

Disciples are divided into: furnace servants, outer disciples, inner disciples, personal disciples, and true disciples.

People like Nangong Li and Chu Qingyi are considered direct disciples.

True disciples are few and far between in the entire sect; they are all cultivated as seeds for Golden Core or even Nascent Soul.

When a junior disciple meets a senior disciple, he must bow and pay his respects.

Although Lin Fengmian's strength has greatly increased, in name only...

He was still just Chu Qingyi's former "exclusive furnace cauldron," not even considered an outer disciple.

If one can obtain the status of an outer disciple through this selection, it will be much more convenient for them in the future.

"Alright." He nodded. "Then I'll go and try to get a spot as an outer disciple."

Nangong Li turned her head to look at him, her beautiful eyes full of trust:

"With my husband's strength, he can definitely take it down easily."

Lin Fengmian smiled and kissed her on the cheek:

"Thank you for your kind words."

The flying sword continued its journey.

In the distance, the mountain gate of the Hehuan Sect can be faintly seen.

...

Meanwhile, outside Nangong Li's cave.

A figure in moon-white was pacing anxiously.

Chu Qingyi is wearing an elegant flowing cloud dress today.

But at this moment, her eyes were slightly red, and there were dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept well for the past few days.

Her conversation with Lin Fengmian last time gave her a glimmer of hope.

But after returning to her sect, she learned...

Lin Fengmian was ambushed!

In that instant, her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly, the pain almost suffocating her.

She immediately asked her father to intervene and have the Chu family send people to search for them.

When they arrived at the scene, they only saw bloodstains and signs of a fight; the people had already disappeared.

Her eyes have been red from crying these past few days.

She couldn't imagine what she would do if something really happened to Lin Fengmian.

Just as she was lost in thought, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the horizon!

Chu Qingyi suddenly looked up.

A pale purple sword light appeared from afar, moving at an extremely fast speed, and arrived above Qingyue Peak in an instant.

Above the sword light, two figures stood hand in hand.

One male and one female.

The man was dressed in a blue robe and had a handsome appearance.

The woman was dressed in a purple dress, and was stunningly beautiful.

It was Nangong Li and Lin Fengmian!

Chu Qingyi's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly reddened again.

He's still alive... He's still alive!

The sword light slowly descended and landed on the platform in front of the cave entrance.

Chu Qingyi almost instinctively stepped forward, wanting to rush over and hug him.

But she stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

She saw Nangong Li.

That wicked woman who always stood in her way and always mocked her.

Chu Qingyi bit her lower lip, a sharp pain shooting through her heart.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that if she went forward, Nangong Li would stop her, mock her, and embarrass her as before.

She stood there, a few steps away, looking at Lin Fengmian.

However, when her gaze fell on Nangong Li, her heart sank again.

The aura emanating from Nangong Li was even more refined than when they met Yun Caiyue before!

That pressure from the mid-Foundation Establishment stage was showing signs of breaking through to the late stage!

Chu Qingyi instantly understood something.

They... practiced dual cultivation again.

That scoundrel!

I've been so worried about him these past few days that I haven't been able to eat or sleep, and my eyes are swollen from crying!

He, on the other hand, is out there having a good time with this wicked woman!

Chu Qingyi's eyes reddened even more, feeling extremely wronged.

But she sadly discovered—

Even so, I still can't hate him.

In fact, she no longer minds sharing a husband with Nangong Li.

As long as... as long as he is willing to accept me.

Once this idea takes hold, it grows wildly like weeds.

Lin Fengmian naturally saw Chu Qingyi as well.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over her.

It must be said that Chu Qingyi is indeed a rare beauty.

The simple, flowing dress accentuated her shapely figure.

Her long, black hair was styled into an exquisite bun, revealing her slender, fair neck.

The aloofness and arrogance of the past had faded from her eyes, replaced by a hint of fragility and trepidation.

Especially her slightly reddened eyes, which were full of longing and grievance when she looked at him.

Lin Fengmian's heart stirred slightly.

He had heard Nangong Li say that Chu Qingyi was indeed chaste and had never been touched by Ye Fan.

Although I don't know why the other person told me this.

But since that's the case...