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

Yin and Yang, two streams of energy flowed freely in his dantian, faintly outlining a perfectly formed Tai Chi symbol, revealing the beginnings of the Daoist essence!

He had a strong premonition that if he could completely control this balance of yin and yang, its power would far exceed his imagination!

just.

He looked up at the aloof figure opposite him, who had already stood up and was adjusting his robes.

Su Miaoyun remained calm and composed, as if the exchange of spiritual energy just now was nothing more than a routine circulation of energy.

Time flows by like water.

Lin Fengmian's days in the palace were quite carefree.

Besides instructing the young girls in their cultivation every day, he would also cultivate with Empress Su Miaoyun under the moon, harmonizing yin and yang, and merging qi and blood, thus steadily increasing his cultivation level.

Even so, the urge to leave remained like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to remove.

He wants to go home.

Return to the world he truly belongs to.

The thought wasn't strong enough to keep him awake at night, but it always quietly surfaced in every quiet night, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of water, silent yet never ceasing.

The moon was shining brightly that day.

Inside the palace, red candles burned brightly, warm incense wafted, and curtains hung low.

After a passionate encounter, Su Miaoyun got up, put on her clothes, and let her dark hair cascade down her smooth shoulders. The candlelight cast a warm glow on her fair skin.

She calmly tied her sash, her clear, cool eyes glowing softly in the candlelight, yet still revealing no trace of her emotions.

Lin Fengmian leaned lazily against the headboard, his gaze following her back, a faint smile playing on his lips, and spoke as if casually.

"My lady, I've heard that the Demon Abyss is an ancient formation used to seal away extraterrestrial demons. The person who set up the formation must have had truly remarkable skills."

His tone was casual, as if he were just mentioning it casually out of boredom.

"I just wonder... if such a person has any successors or legacies left behind?"

Su Miaoyun's fingers, which were tidying her robes, paused slightly.

She didn't answer immediately, but slowly turned around.

Those clear, bright eyes fell on Lin Fengmian's face, carrying a subtle, scrutinizing quality.

The palace was quiet for a moment, with only the occasional soft crackling of the candle flames.

After a moment, she withdrew her gaze, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty:

"I was also very curious about this at first. But unfortunately, the lineage was broken long ago. Now, it's just barely keeping the great formation running."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps sighing:

"If there were such a lineage, so many people wouldn't be dying every day in my Phoenix Cry Kingdom. Many of those Demon Suppression Guards are still children."

Lin Fengmian listened, his heart stirred slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

But just then, Su Miaoyun suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze as clear as autumn water falling on him, her tone slightly raised:

"If that's what you're saying, my husband... does that mean you also have knowledge of formations?"

Lin Fengmian's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hand and laughed it off:

"Uh... well, I don't really understand, I don't really understand."

He had a smile on his face, but in his heart he was already cursing.

Damn, this woman's scheming is unfathomable. I feel like I'm no match for her at all.

All I want is to find my way home and leave this godforsaken place. Why are you being so wary of me?

Su Miaoyun moved slightly closer, and a delicate fragrance wafted towards her.

Her face was inches away, and the flickering candlelight reflected in her clear, cold eyes, yet her emotions remained unreadable.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a soft shadow under her eyes.

"Then let's look at something more important."

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and the dress she had just straightened slipped quietly off her shoulder.

A light veil trailed to the ground, the candlelight flickered red, and all unfinished topics were shut down by this silent gesture.

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath as sweet as orchids, and in an instant, all of Lin Fengmian's questions were submerged in a warm and gentle wave.

Lin Fengmian cursed inwardly.

This woman is truly cunning. Her ability to change the subject is simply masterful and flawless; she truly deserves to be the Empress of Phoenix Cry Kingdom.

Just as you're about to probe her intentions, she deftly changes the subject, thwarting all your attempts.

However, despite his criticism, he had to admit that Su Miaoyun was indeed extremely tolerant of him.

She remained completely unconcerned about his close relationships with the young and beautiful female disciples in the palace.

Even when he sometimes chatted and laughed with those girls, or even taught them martial arts techniques, she would just turn a blind eye, as if it were just children playing house and not worth her attention.

Just because she doesn't care doesn't mean others don't care.

On this day, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

In the side courtyard, several unnamed flowering trees were in full bloom, their pink and white petals fluttering down in the wind, covering the bluestone ground with a thin layer.

Lin Fengmian was standing in the courtyard, giving private instruction to a female disciple named Yu Chan.

This woman is exceptionally beautiful, with exquisite features as if meticulously drawn in a fine brush, and an air of cool elegance emanating from her eyes.

What's even more remarkable is that her cultivation talent is the most outstanding among this group of girls. She has extremely high comprehension, works harder than anyone else when cultivating, and is calm and serious, never complaining about hardship or fatigue. Lin Fengmian takes a great liking to her and also cherishes her talent.

He was talking about a crucial point in the flow of energy, so he had to get closer. He reached out to correct the slight tilt of her shoulder and gently supported her wrist with his other hand, helping her feel the correct path of the flow of spiritual energy.

The two were so close that they could smell the faint scent of soap on each other's clothes.

Yu Chan listened attentively, nodding occasionally and frowning in thought, completely absorbed in comprehending the cultivation technique, unaware that her posture appeared somewhat ambiguous to outsiders.

The atmosphere was focused and harmonious, and no one noticed anything amiss.

But at this very moment—

A low, angry shout suddenly rang out!

"Junior Sister Chan'er! What are you doing!"

The voice came suddenly, filled with barely suppressed anger and disbelief.

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow slightly, slowly withdrew his hand, and looked up calmly.

A handsome young man in a brocade robe strode in. He was about twenty years old and had the arrogance typical of scions of noble families in his eyes.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared intently at Lin Fengmian and Yu Chan, his eyes so sinister they seemed to drip with venom.

He looked exactly like a husband caught in the act of adultery.

Lin Fengmian understood in his heart, but remained expressionless on his face.

It seems that there are quite a few people outside the palace who have their eyes on these outstanding girls.

Seeing this, Yu Chan subtly took a half-step back, creating a slight distance between them, and said in a calm tone:

"So it's Senior Brother Lingyun. This is Young Master Lin; he's teaching me some techniques."