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

Thinking about it this way, he felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

I was chosen so easily. Although I usually choose others, this feeling of switching roles is really exciting.

Just as he was lost in thought, the carriage gradually slowed down and finally came to a stop.

Qiu Mei lifted the carriage curtain, nimbly jumped down, and handed over a gold-embossed invitation. Gu Qingge also stepped down from the luxurious carriage in front; her figure in black martial attire was dashing and captivating in the moonlight.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath and followed Gu Qingge into a magnificent hall that could accommodate a thousand people.

Good guy!

The hall was brightly lit and decorated, filled with guests, clinking glasses and bustling with activity, just like a wedding in the mortal world!

As soon as Gu Qingge appeared, she instantly became the focus of the entire venue.

Those handsome young men who had been chatting and laughing all turned their gazes toward her, their eyes filled with amazement and infatuation. The title of the most beautiful woman in Qinghe County was truly well-deserved!

Naturally, as the prospective husband personally brought by Gu Qingge, Lin Fengmian immediately felt the intense gazes from all directions.

Of course, almost all of them were submitted by the young ladies of various families!

"My goodness! What a handsome young man!"

"That demeanor, that physique... no wonder Gu Qingge has her eye on him!"

"I wonder... if I have a chance to exchange this young master for her?"

In an instant, countless gazes, some admiring, some envious, and some filled with naked possessiveness, focused on Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian felt his scalp tingle from the predatory gazes of those young ladies from aristocratic families, and inwardly he was furiously cursing them:

Damn it! These women's eyes are even scarier than those hungry senior sisters from the Hehuan Sect!

After all these years of dating, this is the first time I've felt like a little lamb that's fallen into a wolf's den!

He subconsciously shrank closer to Gu Qingge, his unusually reserved and nervous demeanor causing Gu Qingge's lips to curve into a faint smile.

She naturally reached out and took Lin Fengmian's arm, pulling him closer to her. Her gentle voice carried a hint of reassurance: "Mr. Lin, don't be nervous, just follow me."

Feeling the warmth and strength from his arm, Lin Fengmian was first taken aback, then a bizarre and absurd illusion welled up in his mind—

Holy crap?! What's going on?! Me, the king of the game, a womanizer who never gets attached... I actually... I actually feel so damn safe being with this woman?!

This guy really knows how to adapt to local customs to the core!

Just as everyone was whispering and commenting on Lin Fengmian—

"snort!"

A disdainful snort suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap, instantly drowning out the noise in the arena!

Suddenly, a handsome and burly man stood up, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Lin Fengmian!

"I thought you were some extraordinary talent, but you're nothing but a pretty face with no substance! With your frail appearance, how dare you stand beside Miss Qingge?!"

His voice was loud and clear, filled with undisguised hostility and contempt.

This was like igniting a powder keg! The other men who had long disliked Lin Fengmian chimed in, their faces full of sneers:

"Exactly! This refugee, who knows which backwater village, dares to covet Miss Qingge? Miss Qingge's husband must be an exceptional man!"

"In my opinion, only a young and talented man like Young Master Zhao Chen is barely worthy of Miss Qingge!"

"Hahaha! Look at his delicate little body, he'll probably be knocked down with a single punch during the fight later, crying for his parents!"

A tall, burly man laughed loudly, drawing laughter from those around him.

"His body shows no signs of internal energy fluctuations; he doesn't seem like a martial artist at all! Miss Qingge has probably misjudged him this time!"

In an instant, all sorts of harsh comments and unvarnished criticisms rained down on Lin Fengmian like hail.

however--

Faced with this overwhelming ridicule and hostility, Lin Fengmian remained calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He even picked up the wine glass beside him and slowly took a sip, his demeanor completely nonchalant and as steady as a mountain.

Instead, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in Gu Qingge's beautiful eyes.

He remained completely unmoved despite being condemned by thousands.

Gu Qingge originally thought that Lin Fengmian, a refugee from the northern border, would be at a loss and look embarrassed when he saw such a scene for the first time, and that she would have to say a few words to help him.

But now it seems this man's temperament is much more stable than she imagined—he even has the leisure to look around.

His gaze swept across the crowd, as if the harsh comments had nothing to do with him.

What Gu Qingge didn't know was that Lin Fengmian actually had no time to pay attention to these people.

Out of the corner of his eye, he began to scrutinize the young ladies attending the banquet, each one of them incredibly attractive.

They were all women with a heroic and spirited demeanor, and a hint of sharpness in their eyes.

It possessed a charm that Lin Fengmian had never seen in the fairies he had encountered on the Xuan Tian Continent.

Each of them had a straight back and relaxed shoulders. Due to years of martial arts training, their figures were firm and agile, and they walked with a crisp and dashing spirit.

Some have sharp, cold eyes, while others have captivating, smiling eyes. Some are generous and bold in demeanor, while others possess a gentle yet sharp edge.

Although none of them can compare to Gu Qingge's stunning beauty, they have the advantage of sheer numbers!

Each one has its own unique charm and merits, which truly gave Lin Fengmian a feast for the eyes.

Meanwhile, the young men accompanying those wealthy young ladies were all handsome men—some with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, some gentle and refined, and some broad-shouldered and burly.

However, compared to Lin Fengmian, he is still somewhat lacking.

Either their facial features aren't refined enough, or their temperament isn't outstanding enough, or their posture isn't upright enough.

Lin Fengmian silently gave himself a perfect score in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Looking at these men, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: I wonder how martial artists are classified into different levels.

He briefly sensed the fluctuations of qi and blood among the people present and found that there were very few who posed a threat to him.

Although most people look big, they have weak blood and qi and unstable foundation. If it really comes down to a fight, they probably can't even withstand one of his punches.

Hearing Lin Fengmian's whisper, Gu Qingge turned her head, parted her red lips slightly, and whispered:

"Martial artists are divided into ordinary martial artists, acquired martial artists, acquired martial artists, innate martial artists, and grandmasters. Each level is further divided into nine meridians."