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

Gu Qingge nodded and offered the last condition she valued most: "Remember, I don't like weaklings. If you can master this martial art within three months, my position as your queen will be reserved for you."

Three months?

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's lips curled slightly.

Where would three months be needed?

With his comprehension and the foundation of his Pure Yang Holy Body, this level of martial arts skill...

Three hours is enough! It seems tonight's husband-selection banquet is going to be quite interesting.

……

On the road, Lin Fengmian and his maid Qiumei rode together in one carriage, while Gu Qingge rode alone in the more luxurious carriage in front.

Lin Fengmian leaned against the carriage wall, secretly marveling. "Tsk, the women of Fengming Kingdom, their status is truly heaven-high."

Even when traveling, they are so clear about the rules. I am supposed to be the future wife, yet I don't even get the privilege of riding in the same car as her.

He gave a wry smile and shook his head.

At this moment, Qiu Mei's eyes flickered, and she leaned closer, whispering a reminder:

"Master Lin, Miss said that there will inevitably be some competitions to liven things up at the banquet. Since you are one of the people she brought, you can't let people look down on you."

Take a good look at that martial art. Don't aim to master it, just gain some understanding. Don't be intimidated.

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat; this Miss Gu was indeed very thoughtful. He nodded, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Gu."

Qiu Mei smiled gracefully, looking at him intently: "Miss may seem cold on the outside, but she's warm-hearted and cares for you very much."

Lin Fengmian smiled but didn't reply. Since he had nothing better to do, he decisively took out the martial arts manual "Ninefold Mountain-Crushing Force" from his pocket and started reading it.

This technique isn't particularly profound, especially for a cultivator like Lin Fengmian who already has a foundation in body refinement; the power exertion techniques recorded on it are incredibly simple.

"The Ninefold Mountain-Crushing Force: the more concentrated the Yang energy, the faster the cultivation speed. It draws strength from the ground, generates power from the spine, using the body as a bow and the fist as an arrow..."

Lin Fengmian began to chant silently, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees to simulate the trajectory of spiritual energy circulation.

He had already practiced the "Jade Bone Rock Technique," giving him a physique far superior to ordinary people.

With his foundation in the Pure Yang Holy Body, this martial art was like a primary school math problem for a college student in his eyes.

The essence can be seen through at a glance.

Qiu Mei, standing to the side, quietly watched Lin Fengmian, who was focused on his work. Her peach blossom eyes were unblinking, and she couldn't help but swallow.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the carriage curtain, falling on Lin Fengmian's angular profile.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids, and his thin lips moved slightly as he silently recited the incantation for the cultivation technique.

His focused and serious demeanor was completely different from the slick, pampered young men she usually saw.

Qiu Mei's heart pounded, and she thought to herself: I wish I had a husband like that.

Although she didn't quite understand those advanced martial arts techniques, Lin Fengmian's focused expression...

He still managed to be completely infatuated with her.

She couldn't help but fantasize about walking in front of everyone, arm in arm with a man like that, just like the young lady...

Oh dear! What am I thinking!

Qiu Mei suddenly came to her senses, her cheeks burning. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to be adjusting her skirt.

And just as she was lost in thought—

Before long, Lin Fengmian had mastered the first level of that technique!

He slightly clenched his right fist and casually swung it towards the empty space to his side—

"call--!"

A muffled whooshing sound suddenly rang out!

It was as if he hadn't used much force, yet it had generated such a huge response. The force of the punch was so strong that even the curtains inside the carriage were flapping wildly.

Qiu Mei was startled and stared wide-eyed at Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian looked down at his fist, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

This is only the first level of mastery, yet the force of that punch was comparable to a thousand pounds!

It's important to understand that even ordinary martial artists who train diligently for years may not be able to generate a force equivalent to a thousand jin. Yet he, having only just begun his training, has already reached this level with a casual punch!

The subsequent levels all increase exponentially.

The second level is two thousand catties, the third level is four thousand catties, the fourth level is eight thousand catties... and the ninth level is a terrifying force of hundreds of thousands of catties!

This is simply a divine technique for body cultivation!

Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. He carefully sensed the flow of spiritual energy within his body and soon discovered something even more exciting—

This cultivation method is perfectly compatible with my pure Yang body!

Although this martial art did not mention the Pure Yang Body at all, the feeling of its operation gave Lin Fengmian a strange sense of shared origin.

It's like two streams of water from the same source joyfully merging and blending in the meridians.

Could it be that among the powerful beings who participated in the ancient war, there were also those with the Pure Yang Body?

Therefore, most of the cultivation methods that have been passed down are designed according to the path of the pure yang body.

Lin Fengmian became more and more excited as he thought about it, secretly delighted: Isn't this the greatest opportunity I've ever had?

Without hesitation, he struck while the iron was hot and continued to comprehend the second and third levels...

Several more incense sticks' worth of time passed.

Lin Fengmian mastered all nine techniques of exerting force in the "Ninefold Mountain-Crushing Force," and with his extraordinary comprehension and perfect control over his pure Yang body, he achieved a profound understanding.

He had thoroughly mastered this martial art, and it was ingrained in his very being.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in them.

"Hahaha, I really am a genius! Three hours? Not even a second! I'll have mastered it in the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn!"

Lin Fengmian happily picked up the hot tea on the table, took a sip, and felt extremely comfortable.

He even began to consider: combining this "Ninefold Mountain-Crushing Force" with his own "Great Sun Pagoda Technique"

If I could cultivate to the great success level, and combine it with my own Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivation... I would even dare to challenge a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator!

Body cultivators are indeed invincible among their peers!

He leaned against the car wall, crossed his legs, and was in a great mood.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, and the carriage was swaying and making its way towards the city.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard a low-pitched complaint in his ear—outside the carriage, two servants accompanying him were whispering to each other.

"Hey, why did you take a fancy to that refugee Lin Fengmian, Miss?"

"Who says otherwise! She just got incredibly lucky! She looked at hundreds of young men and didn't like any of them, but she took a liking to him."

I really don't know what I did wrong to him; I actually brought this guy to the husband-selection banquet!

"Who says otherwise! The young lady wouldn't even give us the time of day, the lowest of servants. I'd be happy to be a concubine!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's lips twitched.

Damn it, Gu Qingge is actually going to choose from hundreds of men to be her husband! Even the emperor isn't as picky as her when choosing his concubines!

However, Lin Fengmian quickly realized the truth. The Phoenix Cry Kingdom valued bloodlines, and if a man's bloodline was good, his offspring would definitely have a head start – a clear path of selecting the best.