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

"Then you will all fall into the demonic path along with me!"

"Oh no! Qin Lan, get back!"

Lin Fengmian's pupils constricted sharply, his heart pounded with fear, and he roared fiercely! He wanted to rush forward and pull her away, but the speed at which the demonic talisman erupted was too fast, so fast that no one had time to react!

boom--!

The magic rune suddenly exploded!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a thick, living darkness, like the gaping maw of an abyss, suddenly swallowing Qin Lan whole!

Where the darkness passed, even the light was swallowed up, as if the heavens and earth had lost their color in that instant.

Qin Lan's protective aura vanished instantly, shattering like paper. She was enveloped in thick demonic energy, and strange black patterns spread rapidly beneath her skin like a spider web, eroding her flesh and meridians inch by inch, from her fingertips to her arms, from her neck to her cheeks.

"You deserve to die!"

Lin Fengmian was furious!

He used up his last bit of spiritual power, his eyes bloodshot, and his figure burst forth, throwing a furious punch at Zhao Tiande!

Zhao Tiande, having forcibly activated the demonic talisman by burning his life essence, was now at his last gasp. His meridians were shattered, and his vital energy was depleted. Lin Fengmian's punch shattered his heart meridian, killing him instantly. His body collapsed to the ground like a tattered sack.

But before he died, a wicked smile of satisfaction lingered on his lips, and his turbid eyes stared straight at Lin Fengmian, as if to say, "You won't have an easy time either."

Lin Fengmian didn't have time to look at her again before rushing to Qin Lan's side.

At this moment, she had fallen into a deep coma, her body as cold as jade, a hideous black line between her brows throbbing like a venomous snake, her aura rapidly declining, and her originally pure spiritual power being frantically eroded and polluted by the demonic energy.

"Damn it... this demonic energy is devouring her very foundation!"

Lin Fengmian was covered in sweat, extremely anxious, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Conventional methods were completely ineffective; pills, spiritual energy channeling, and meridian protection techniques all vanished without a trace, having no effect whatsoever.

He gritted his teeth again, forcing himself to activate the Yin-Yang dual energy golden core in his dantian, attempting to use the power of the Taiji diagram to expel the strange demonic energy.

However, the moment the Yin and Yang energies came into contact with the demonic energy, it was like cold water being poured into boiling oil.

A deafening backlash!

The demonic energy actually reversed its connection with the aura and began to erode Lin Fengmian's dantian!

"puff!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and a tearing pain shot through his dantian, as if countless venomous snakes were frantically biting him inside.

Even the profound light of the Yin-Yang Dao's Core Formation became dim and unstable, teetering on the verge of collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Lin Fengmian instantly understood

This demonic energy is too strange and evil. His Yin-Yang Taiji diagram is not stable enough at the moment, so he is powerless to remove it and can only forcibly seal it!

"seal up!"

Without hesitation, he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and guided the precious primordial energy from the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, mixing it with his own pure Yang essence, and carefully injecting it into Qin Lan's lower abdomen dantian.

The yin-yang intertwined spiritual light, like golden and silver threads, intertwined and coiled in her dantian, forming a precise yin-yang seal that firmly sealed most of the demonic energy within, like a caged beast.

After doing all this, Lin Fengmian himself was so exhausted that his vision went black, and he staggered and knelt on the ground. His cultivation level plummeted from the eighth level of Qi Refining to the third level, and he was so weak that he could not even stand up.

The valley returned to silence.

Only a faint smell of blood lingered in the air, and the occasional chirping of an unknown bird came from afar, making this scorched wasteland even more desolate.

Qin Lan slowly woke up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her gaze gradually regaining its clarity.

Her first sensation was a heavy feeling of constriction and a faint stinging pain in her lower abdomen, and her spiritual energy flow was extremely sluggish, as if it were being suppressed by something.

Then she saw Lin Fengmian's pale face and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

"Young master... how are you?" She struggled to sit up, her eyes filled with heartache and anxiety, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped.

"He won't die."

Lin Fengmian twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing a roguish smile onto his weak face, as nonchalant as ever:

"However, we're in big trouble. The demonic energy within you is only temporarily sealed; we must find a way to completely resolve it."

He paused, then sighed and added, his tone carrying a hint of exaggerated grievance:

"And I suffered a pretty bad loss this time... my cultivation level dropped directly from the eighth level to the third level. You have to make it up to me properly."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lan's ears instantly flushed a light red, like the sunset falling on white jade.

Those usually calm and sharp eyes were now shimmering with soft, watery light, like a stream after the ice melts in spring.

She didn't flinch; instead, she met his teasing gaze and nodded gently, her voice as soft as a whisper:

"Hmm... I'll do whatever you want."

The two sat cross-legged facing each other, their palms clasped together.

Filled with the urgency and appreciation of surviving a catastrophe, they focused all their energy on practicing healing techniques.

Lin Fengmian guided the little pure Yang spiritual power remaining in his body, slowly circulating it along her meridians, like a trickle of water nourishing a dried-up riverbed, using the remaining innate energy of the Taiji diagram to suppress the backlash of demonic energy.

Qin Lan fully cooperated, allowing him to guide the spiritual energy cultivation. Her mind was completely open, without any defenses, like a blooming lotus flower, revealing its softest stamens without reservation.

Sunlight filtered through the broken branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns on the two of them.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, their breaths mingled and intertwined, and his clothes fluttered lightly.

Lin Fengmian calmed his mind and focused his gaze on clearing the meridians in her body that had been eroded by demonic energy. All injuries, powerful enemies, and desolate places needed to be temporarily set aside.

He understood that doing this was not an impulsive act, but rather the only way out at the moment, and the only chance of survival.

After a difficult yet uniquely refreshing dual cultivation healing process, Lin Fengmian finally recovered some of his spiritual power, and a trace of color returned to his pale face.

The troublesome demonic energy within Qin Lan's body was temporarily suppressed and sealed. The black patterns that had spread had mostly faded away, leaving only a lingering gloom between her brows, like an inescapable shadow.

After Lin Fengmian finished regulating his breathing, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed solemnly on the depths of the mountains, his voice low and deep:

"Zhao Tiande mentioned the Demon Lord before he died... Could it be that the seal on the Demon Abyss has already loosened?"

Qin Lan leaned on his shoulder, her breath still weak, but she forced herself to speak:

"What he was talking about was probably just a wisp of the Demon Lord's will. The Demon Lord's true body is still suppressed in the deepest part of the Demon Abyss, but after ten thousand years of sealing, the effectiveness of the restriction is inevitably weakening... These scattered demonic wills are most adept at bewitching cultivators with weak wills or demonic obstacles in their hearts."

She paused, her expression growing increasingly serious:

"Zhao Tiande was eager to avenge Sun, and his resentment was so deep that his soul had long been corrupted by hatred. It was probably because of this that the Demon Lord's will took advantage of his weakness and made him a puppet without his knowledge."