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

At this moment, a disciple in charge hurried over and whispered a few words in the ear of the stern-faced elder:

"Elder, the seal of the Demon Suppression Abyss is fluctuating abnormally today, with the spiritual energy dissipating more rapidly. The timing of this boy's sudden surge in cultivation seems too coincidental."

Upon hearing this, the rigid elder's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and a murderous intent appeared.

It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't!

He slammed his hand on the armrest and said in a deep voice:

"This matter concerns the safety of the Demon Abyss and cannot be ignored! First, detain this boy and escort him to the Demon Abyss for the Holy Maiden to personally investigate! If he is truly a demon, suppress him on the spot! If he is innocent, then provide compensation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Qi Refining stage law enforcement disciples who had been waiting nearby rushed forward and instantly surrounded Lin Fengmian, exuding murderous intent.

The leader coldly shouted, "Lin Fengmian! Surrender and come with us!"

Lin Fengmian looked at this group of stubborn old men, whose eyes were blinded by jealousy and whose thinking was ridiculously rigid, and he was so angry that he laughed.

"Oh."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on the elder who had given the order.

Are they going to take him to the Demon-Suppressing Abyss?

That's really—

I couldn't ask for more!

Early the next morning, Lin Fengmian was escorted out of his temporary cell by two cultivators.

He wasn't flustered at all, treating it as just a change of scenery.

Upon seeing the disciples and elders lined up outside the door,

He sneered inwardly—this bunch of chickens and dogs, do they even deserve to escort me?

He could have broken free of the restraints and left at any time.

And so, he was surrounded by a group of disciples of varying cultivation levels and several elders who were only at the early Foundation Establishment stage and had weak foundations.

They were escorted in a grand procession, heading towards the Demon Abyss.

Along the way, Lin Fengmian scanned his surroundings, taking a thorough look at the quality of the escort team.

The vast majority of the disciples were only at the middle level of Qi Refining, and the strongest one was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He walked at the front, putting on airs, and looked quite imposing.

As for those elders, they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, but their auras were mixed and chaotic, and their spiritual power was weak and scattered. They were obviously ascetics who had relied on pills and time to build up their cultivation, and their actual combat experience was probably zero.

In the world of cultivation, he would be the most useless of the useless, the worst of the worst.

Lin Fengmian sighed inwardly.

With this lineup, they think they're worthy of escorting me? If he wanted to, he could shatter the barriers anytime, anywhere, take down these people one by one, and beat them so badly that even their own parents wouldn't recognize them.

However, he did not rush to take action.

Now that we are in a remote and unfamiliar place, the best course of action is to find out the details before making any plans.

So he cooperated and acted obediently, letting the group of people escort him forward.

Before long, the large group arrived at the outer edge of the Demon Suppression Abyss. As soon as Lin Fengmian stepped into this area, he felt a chilling, bone-piercing demonic wind rush towards him.

The wind carried a strong, fishy smell and an ominous, demonic aura, almost solidifying into a heavy weight that pressed down on people, making even breathing difficult.

The wind whistled through the cracks and crevices, as if something in the abyss was whispering in the darkness.

From time to time, the low roars of unknown monsters echoed through the distant mountains and rocks, adding to the eeriness and grim atmosphere.

Just as Lin Fengmian was concentrating on surveying his surroundings, an extremely powerful aura descended from the sky.

The aura was like an invisible mountain, pressing down suddenly, causing many disciples present to turn pale and stagger.

Lin Fengmian looked up and saw that the newcomer was dressed in a dignified black palace gown with flowing sleeves and a jade belt with dark gold patterns around her waist, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

Her features were exquisitely refined; her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters reflecting stars, her lips like a touch of vermilion, and her skin like solidified cream.

Her face was expressionless, yet it carried a certain air of authority and oppression typical of those who had long held positions of power.

She was none other than Su Miaoyun, the Holy Maiden of the Jueling Sect, and also the current Empress of the Fengming Kingdom.

As soon as she landed, a group of heavily armored demon-suppressing guards followed behind her, standing in neat formation, exuding a chilling aura.

Lin Fengmian's gaze swept past the Demon-Suppressing Guards, and he was about to look away when he suddenly stopped—there was a figure in the group that he knew all too well.

Gu Qingge!

Why is she here?!

Lin Fengmian felt a slight tremor in his heart.

At this moment, Gu Qingge was dressed in a simple dress, her face looked a little thinner, but her eyes still held that stubborn light.

She had been hanging her head, her expression somber, as if something was weighing her down. But when she inadvertently looked up and saw Lin Fengmian being escorted in the crowd, her pretty face instantly lit up with undisguised surprise and excitement.

But then she noticed the restrictive chains binding him, and her expression immediately turned anxious and distressed.

She could no longer care about rules and propriety; her eyes reddened, and she rushed out of the group to Lin Fengmian, her voice choked with sobs:

"Lin Lang! What...what's wrong with you? I miss you so much..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's heart softened, and his cold, hard expression relaxed slightly. He spoke in a low voice:

"Qingge, what are you doing here?" He frowned slightly. The Demon Suppression Abyss is extremely dangerous, and only men have been conscripted to guard it. Women are mostly used to continue the bloodline and are never easily sent here. How did she end up here?

Gu Qingge sniffed, clutching his sleeve tightly as if afraid he would disappear from her sight again, and said in a low voice:

"After you left, I never wanted to take another husband... Since I couldn't continue my bloodline, I volunteered to come to the Demon Suppression Guard. I thought I would spend the rest of my life suffering here, but I never expected... to meet you here."

As she spoke, she looked up at Lin Fengmian, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.

Having said that, she turned around and solemnly cupped her hands in a respectful gesture towards Su Miaoyun:

"Your Majesty! Lin Lang is a good man, definitely not some demon corrupted by demonic energy. I swear on my life, I beg you to investigate!"

Su Miaoyun's gaze swept lightly over Gu Qingge, her expression unchanged, and she calmly said:

"Whether he is a demon or not is not for you to decide. Let me investigate. If he is truly not possessed by a demon, then I will not wrongly accuse him."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved gracefully to stand before Lin Fengmian. She raised her jade-like hand slightly, joined her index and middle fingers together, and gently touched the space between his eyebrows.

A pure and clear spiritual energy flowed into his body like mercury, meandering along his meridians without leaking a single drop.

Su Miaoyun closed her eyes slightly, quietly sensing. After a moment, a hint of barely concealed joy flashed deep in her eyes.

This person's magical power was upright and profound, and his aura was pure and flawless. It was clearly the cultivation accumulated through righteous and arduous practice, and had nothing to do with demonic energy.

What shocked her even more was Lin Fengmian's Pure Yang Holy Body, a body of supreme yang and boundless power!