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

But how powerful was his divine sense? It was a divine sense that had undergone many trials and tribulations, and could even be compared to that of the Nascent Soul Elder!

After only a moment of confusion, Lin Fengmian's eyes instantly regained their clarity!

"Get lost!" Lin Fengmian's lips curled into a playful, cold smile, his words as sharp as ice.

The moment the words fell, the dreamlike scene before them shattered as if a mirror had been struck by a heavy hammer!

The countless spiritual flowers and fruits, the floating magical treasures, and the stunning beauties all turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

Lin Fengmian stood there, suddenly realizing that there was actually an extremely sophisticated illusion array set up inside the Phoenix Cry Imperial Palace!

Needless to say, this must be the work of that woman, Su Miaoyun.

While she told him to rest there, she was secretly setting up this test to see if his Dao heart was firm.

After all, to become the husband of the emperor of this country, strength alone is not enough.

If one's character has even the slightest flaw, it will inevitably become a weakness that others can exploit in the future.

"Still testing me? Is this for fun?!"

Lin Fengmian snorted coldly in his heart, and his divine sense surged out like a tidal wave, fiercely impacting the barrier of the illusion.

"Crack..." With a soft cracking sound, the scene before him quickly returned to the original appearance of the inner palace.

The floor was paved with jade, the vermilion pillars were carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the bright sunlight shone through the windows.

Lin Fengmian was secretly alarmed.

This illusion array is indeed quite sophisticated, far more advanced and subtle than the illusion arrays used by the Hehuan Sect to test the disciples' character.

The allure it contains is not merely about women, but also a deep yearning for power, strength, and immortality.

Those voices and illusions point directly to the deepest and most hidden weaknesses of the human heart. If one's will is even slightly lax, one may be completely trapped in them and unable to extricate oneself.

Not far away, Su Miaoyun, who was secretly observing all of this through a crystal mirror, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, her heart churning with turmoil.

"This formation directly targets inner demons, yet he was able to see through it instantly? Just how resilient is his Dao heart?"

Back when she first fell into this illusionary array, it took her a full quarter of an hour to barely break free, and she almost became trapped within it.

And that man didn't even need three breaths!

A female bodyguard standing beside Su Miaoyun also had a solemn expression and reported to her superior in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, this young man is indeed unfathomable. News has just arrived from outside the palace."

He didn't even lift a finger; he crippled Zhao Yan, the eleventh-level Qi Refining prodigy of the Blazing Sun Sect, solely through the force of the recoil. His physical strength... was truly terrifying.

Upon hearing this, Su Miaoyun's beautiful eyes showed an even stronger strangeness.

She knew Zhao Yan; he was the grandson of an elder of the Pride of the Sun Sect. He had been nourished by various elixirs and medicines since childhood, and the mid-grade magic weapon in his hand was a protective treasure bestowed upon him by his grandfather.

Such a person would definitely be considered a powerful figure in the Qi Refining stage, but he couldn't even withstand a single move in front of that person, who didn't even flinch.

This man... probably has far more secrets than I imagined.

Just then—

Lin Fengmian suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, as if piercing through layers of palace walls and the void, and accurately landing in the direction where Su Miaoyun was hiding!

Su Miaoyun felt a chill run down her spine and decided to stop hiding it.

She gently raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the surface of the glass mirror, and she appeared silently before Lin Fengmian like a ray of moonlight.

Lin Fengmian looked up and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

She was dressed in a magnificent palace gown, her tall and graceful figure perfectly outlined by the exquisite and beautiful fabric, exuding both imperial majesty and indescribable charm.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her temperament was aloof and cold, yet she possessed the dignified and majestic air unique to those who had long held a high position. She seemed to embody the essence of heaven and earth, making it impossible to look away once you saw her.

It must be admitted that this woman's beauty even surpasses that of Gu Qingge and Cang Yuhan!

Her beauty is comparable to that of Xiao Xiyue and Nangong Li!

Her voluptuous and alluring figure inexplicably reminded Lin Fengmian of his cheap Daoist partner, Su Ling'er.

The fact that he and Su Ling'er couldn't properly coordinate their cultivation techniques back then has always been a small regret in his heart.

Now that Empress Su Miaoyun is right in front of me, I must find an opportunity to have a good exchange of cultivation experiences with her!

The more Lin Fengmian thought about it, the more passionate he became, and his gaze grew increasingly aggressive as he lingered on that beautiful body without any attempt to hide it.

Su Miaoyun felt his undisguised, possessive gaze, but she did not show the slightest anger.

She moved gracefully, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance, until she reached him. Her expression remained aloof and unchanging, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

She led Lin Fengmian to a spacious, luxurious, and exquisitely decorated palace, her voice calm:

"My lord, this will be your residence in the palace from now on. You must be tired from your journey, so please rest well here."

Lin Fengmian suppressed the restlessness in his heart, feigning a cupped-hand salute, but his gaze remained fixed intently on her eyes and brows, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Then thank you very much, Your Majesty!

Lin Fengmian smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, his gaze lingering for a moment on Su Miaoyun's stunningly beautiful face before casually looking away.

Su Miaoyun simply nodded and turned to leave. Her skirt trailed on the ground, and with each step she seemed to float like a lotus flower, she disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Lin Fengmian looked at the retreating figure and muttered to himself: This woman, she clearly chose me as her husband, but she doesn't even give me a second glance. She's obviously keeping me hanging on.

But it doesn't matter, he's comfortable living in the palace anyway, and he wants to see who loses their temper first.

And so, Lin Fengmian temporarily settled in the royal palace of Fengming Kingdom.

The news that the Empress had publicly chosen a husband and that Lin Fengmian was unmatched spread like wildfire throughout the world.

Even Zhao Yan, the senior disciple of the Blazing Sun Sect, suffered a crushing defeat. According to those who witnessed the battle that day, Zhao Yan unleashed a mid-grade magic weapon, delivering a powerful and terrifying attack.

Lin Fengmian didn't even move; he just stood there, and the magic artifact shattered on its own. Zhao Yan was even blasted away by the recoil, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground.

The difference is self-evident.

Although the disciples of other reclusive immortal sects gritted their teeth and disagreed with the marriage, they dared not make any further moves.

Even Zhao Yan suffered such a complete defeat; for them to go up there would only be humiliating themselves.

Even the immortal masters dared not make a move, so the martial artists in the mortal realm naturally gave up their ambitions and dared not act recklessly again.