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

Every day after finishing her work, she would use the excuse of "delivering snacks to the young master" to sneak into Lin Fengmian's room and chat for half an hour.

Lin Fengmian was happy to get information out of her.

He subtly pieced together the whole picture of this world, bit by bit.

It turns out that this place is indeed still within the range of that spirit-sealing formation.

These residents are descendants of an ancient, powerful being.

Trapped in this place for countless years, they gradually evolved a civilization completely different from the outside world—a matriarchal society.

From the head of a household to the ruler of a country, they were all women.

Men were in a subordinate position, and studying and practicing martial arts were merely "icing on the cake." The real power and inheritance were in the hands of women.

"So, you're saying that I, a grown man, can't even get a proper household registration here?"

After hearing Qiu Mei's explanation, Lin Fengmian's lips twitched violently twice.

Qiu Mei covered her mouth and laughed:

"Young master is too kind. If you are willing, my young lady will make the arrangements for you. With your looks and demeanor, you could easily marry into a wealthy family."

"Marry into my family?" Lin Fengmian almost fainted. "Please spare me."

However, he had also completely confirmed one thing.

Here, spiritual power is indeed completely useless.

Qiu Mei said that Fengming Kingdom was founded on martial arts, and from martial arts schools to the royal family, they all followed the path of body cultivation.

It is said that the people here have the bloodline left by ancient powerful beings flowing in their veins, which allows them to cultivate their physique. The powerful martial artists can even tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands and withstand swords and blades.

Lin Fengmian tried out his near-third-tier body cultivation foundation and found it completely useless, as if all his strength had been drained away.

It seems to be suppressed by the rules of this world!

All that's left is a fairly sturdy empty shell.

"Why--"

He sighed deeply, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the sky.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs; a dragon swimming in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp.

But Lin Fengmian was not one to accept his fate.

"I'm determined to find a way out of here." He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination.

"First, I'll go back to the swamp to retrieve the little snake, then I'll figure out a way to break this evil seal and go back to find my fairies!"

That evening, Qiu Mei came again.

She placed a stack of books on the table, holding one in her arms, and said to Lin Fengmian with a smile:

"Young Master Lin, Miss said that staying cooped up in your room all day isn't a good solution. Why don't you practice martial arts to strengthen your body? These books were picked out by Miss from the library; she said they're perfect for beginners."

Lin Fengmian looked down and saw the following: "Seven Overlord Fist", "Basic Fist and Footwork Introduction", and "Twelve Forms of Martial Artist Body Tempering".

His lips twitched.

This is way too basic! Practicing this kind of thing will at best get you to a draw with a street thug.

However, Qiu Mei's arrival did give him a wake-up call.

He remembered—

The Heaven-Rank Body Refining Technique, "Great Sun Pagoda Technique," that I squeezed out of that old guy Li Cheng back then.

I had already fully comprehended the truth under the willow tree, but because I had too many things to do, I hadn't had time to formally cultivate it.

"Practicing here shouldn't mean we're still suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth, right?"

Lin Fengmian's heart stirred.

He immediately cleared his mind of all distractions, sat cross-legged on the bed, and closed his eyes to meditate.

"The great sun soars into the sky, melting all things. The pagoda stands firm to protect the world, and the physical body achieves sainthood—"

As soon as the technique was activated, Lin Fengmian immediately felt a world of difference!

Previously, when practicing this technique outside the Sealed Spirit Land, there was always a feeling of stagnation, as if the power was being bound by something and could not be fully utilized.

But here, that feeling of stagnation has completely disappeared!

The body's Qi and blood surged and boiled like ignited oil! The scorching Qi and blood rushed and washed through the meridians.

Every muscle and every bone was frantically absorbing that extremely yang and powerful energy!

"hiss--"

Lin Fengmian gasped, veins bulging on his forehead.

This feels so fucking awesome!

In the days that followed, Lin Fengmian seemed to be possessed.

Apart from the necessary eating, drinking, and relieving himself, he devoted all his time to cultivating the "Great Sun Floating Pagoda Technique".

This technique seemed tailor-made for him—he possessed a pure Yang holy body, and the extreme Yang energy contained within his body was the perfect fuel for cultivating this technique!

In just a few days, the results were astonishing and visible to the naked eye.

His aura, which had been somewhat weak due to the loss of spiritual power, became incredibly solid and substantial.

His muscle lines became increasingly smooth and defined, exuding an explosive sense of power;

His posture became increasingly upright, like a sharp sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

more importantly--

His pure Yang energy was fully activated, and his body seemed to be enveloped in an invisible scorching aura, making him look masculine, domineering, and charismatic!

"Hahaha! There's always a way out!"

Lin Fengmian threw a punch, and a clear sonic boom exploded in the air!

He withdrew his fist, feeling the surging power of his blood and qi within his body, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light:

"With just his physical strength, speed, and defense, even without using any spiritual power, he could directly confront a cultivator at the peak of the Qi Refining stage."

I won't back down either! Maybe I can even beat them until they're crying for their parents!

A long-lost confidence returned to him.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked at the old, vigorous locust tree in the courtyard, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"I wonder, with my current strength, what level would I be considered in the Phoenix Cry Kingdom?"

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly felt a surge of anticipation for what lay ahead.

half a month later.

Gu Qingge came in person.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today.

A dark blue outfit accentuated her already stunning figure, making her even more breathtaking.

Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, giving her a dashing and heroic appearance;

The untamed beauty between her brows added an extra touch of dazzling brilliance compared to her usual appearance.

She stood outside the door, her gaze sweeping over Lin Fengmian from head to toe, a barely perceptible glint in her eyes. She then turned to Qiu Mei and instructed her:

"Qiu Mei, help Young Master Lin change his clothes and put on that cloud-patterned brocade robe."

With a smile, Qiu Mei presented Lin Fengmian with an extremely luxurious and exquisitely made brocade robe—embroidered with silver thread cloud patterns, with a white jade belt and dark gold trim on the cuffs—and put it on him without saying a word.

After changing her clothes, Qiu Mei took two steps back, looked herself up and down, and her cheeks flushed red.

"Young master... young master is so handsome."

Lin Fengmian also started to take Gu Qingge seriously.

Putting everything else aside, Gu Qingge is truly beautiful, and unlike the other fairies, she has a unique charm.

His features exude a natural air of heroism, with a high nose bridge, slightly thin lips, and a naturally deep red color, as if he were holding a mouthful of cinnabar.

Those peach blossom eyes were usually cold and aloof, but when they occasionally turned, they revealed an indescribable charm.

She was tall and slender, with a waist that was both supple and powerful due to her years of martial arts training. Her legs were long and straight, and every step she took, wrapped in a black outfit, carried a dashing air.