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

"These are the suitable cultivation methods I've selected for you. Practice them diligently." He looked at the two women, his tone earnest. "Be careful in everything you do while I'm away, and look after each other."

With such a wealth of resources and top-tier cultivation techniques, Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei's strength and status rose accordingly.

They quickly rose to become true disciples of the Jueling Sect thanks to their absolute strength, enjoying immense prestige and becoming untouchable by anyone.

After dealing with these matters, Lin Fengmian returned to the house and summoned the two women again. Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei were rare beauties in this secluded place, and now, nourished by Lin Fengmian, they had become even more beautiful and charming.

Especially their cultivated charm, it was simply mesmerizing! Lin Fengmian didn't delay any longer and immediately began to guide the circulation of spiritual energy.

Seven days later, the door of the thatched hut finally opened slowly.

Lin Fengmian strode out, looking radiant.

Behind him followed two fairies whose auras had drastically changed; they were Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei.

After seven days of repeated practice of the cultivation technique and the channeling of spiritual energy, coupled with the continuous nourishment of the meridians by the pure Yang source, the two were radiant, their bodies were full of spiritual energy, and their cultivation level had increased significantly.

Recalling the intensity of the past seven days of training, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but sigh, each method truly had its own merits.

One has supple and long meridians, while the other possesses abundant and surging spiritual energy; together they work in perfect harmony.

Cang Yuwei, in particular, had an insatiable craving for spiritual energy circulation. Gu Qingge was not to be outdone.

With that level of cultivation intensity, if Lin Fengmian hadn't possessed the Pure Yang Sacred Body and had a profound foundation, he probably would have already exhausted his spiritual energy.

Finally, with Lin Fengmian's abundant, almost savage strength, the last trace of disordered spiritual energy surrounding the two was completely smoothed out.

He slowly withdrew his palm, gazing at Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei, who were sitting cross-legged before him, and carefully examined the increasingly solid foundation of their cultivation.

Having reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, one's Qi becomes perfectly harmonious and unified.

In this desolate land where even spiritual energy is so scarce it's almost cruel, one can be safe and sound within this desolate sect.

Lin Fengmian let out a long sigh of relief, and the heavy weight that had been hanging in his chest for months finally settled down.

He closed his eyes briefly, a look of relief appearing on his face as if he could finally put down his burden.

After settling the two women in and leaving them with the few remaining low-grade spirit stones and some spare pills, Lin Fengmian knew the time had come.

There are no more worries here, but there are some things I still need to personally get involved in.

Gu Qingge silently stepped forward, her slender fingers smoothing out his slightly disheveled clothes and carefully smoothing out the wrinkles at the hem of his robe.

Her movements were very light and slow, as if she wanted to stretch this moment out indefinitely.

Finally, she raised her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, slightly red-rimmed yet smiling, her voice as soft as if coated with honey:

"My lord, you must be extremely careful on your journey. Do not be reckless in anything. Yuwei and I will stay here and wait for your return. We will never... become a burden to you."

Cang Yuwei did not step forward, but solemnly placed a protective sachet with a faint fragrance of herbs into Lin Fengmian's palm.

The sachet was meticulously stitched, made overnight, and sealed inside with several crude yet heartfelt protective seals.

She looked up at him, trying to keep her voice calm, but a slight tremor escaped her lips as she feigned composure:

"Go if you must, but bring me back safe and sound! If that empress dares to bully or humiliate you, come back and tell us! Once we have both achieved our cultivation, I will personally storm Phoenix Palace and seek justice for you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but chuckle softly. His laughter was clear and warm.

Looking at the two women in front of him, whose personalities were completely different, yet both dared to love and hate, and were open-minded and righteous, he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.

He had traversed countless mountains and rivers on this Xuan Tian Continent and encountered many fairies and goddesses, but none of them had ever treated him with such sincerity and entrusted their lives to him as they had.

Such affection made his hardened and cold Dao heart hesitate, yearning for tenderness.

As he was leaving, he glanced at them one last time before abruptly turning away and never looking back.

With a thought, Lin Fengmian's figure instantly transformed into a wisp of smoke, heading straight for the dark swamp outside the city, which was perpetually shrouded in miasma.

With no one around, he closed his eyes and concentrated, trying once again to communicate with the space of the jade pendant he kept close to his body.

He could clearly feel the presence of the jade pendant; the familiar pull was still there. But when he tried to open the door leading inside, an invisible yet indestructible barrier stood firmly before his consciousness.

Each impact felt like his soul was being forced into a narrow crack, with a teeth-grinding squeezing sensation coming from all around, and a stinging pain piercing straight into the depths of his brain, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge.

But he gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and stubbornly endured the pain that almost crushed his soul.

"Get out here, you son of a bitch!"

As Lin Fengmian let out a low, hoarse shout, the invisible barrier finally cracked open.

With a clattering sound, a small pile of faintly glowing spirit stones and several bottles of pills exuding a refreshing medicinal fragrance rolled onto the damp, cold mud.

He quickly bent down and picked them up. After a rough count, he found about thirty low-grade spirit stones, plus three bottles of Qi-Nourishing Pills and two bottles of Healing Powder.

Lin Fengmian exhaled a breath of stale air and carefully gathered these things into his arms.

Although it's not much, in this spiritually depleted Sealed Land, such a resource is probably something that even the Phoenix Cry Kingdom's treasury couldn't possibly yield much of.

He carefully put these precious resources away from his body, his eyes darkening, before turning towards the direction of the Phoenix Cry Kingdom's palace.

If you don't have some hard currency when you go to see Su Miaoyun, who is both the Holy Maiden of the Jueling Sect and the Empress of the Fengming Kingdom, you probably won't even have the right to negotiate.

Moreover, that woman doesn't seem as simple as she appears—she most likely knows the secrets behind this Sealed Spirit Land, and may even have a way to leave this place!

Once everything was ready, Lin Fengmian didn't delay any longer. He lightly tapped his toes, and his figure suddenly transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards the Phoenix Cry Kingdom's palace like an arrow released from a bow.

He wanted to have a good talk with this empress and see what she was really up to.

As he flew over the Phoenix Cry Kingdom, he had already suppressed his spiritual energy fluctuations to almost nothing.

These past few days of arduous training in the swamp have not only completely replenished my depleted blood and energy, but also allowed me to take another step forward in my body refinement cultivation – steadily advancing from the quasi-third rank to the early stage of the third rank.

With his current physique, he could even fight a Core Formation cultivator head-on, and even if he gave it his all, he might still be able to shake the opponent's foundation.