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

"That's utterly ridiculous!"

She bit her lip, her nails digging deep into her palms, a hint of worry and anxiety flashing in her eyes that she herself was unaware of.

Lin Fengmian was not only her nominal Daoist partner, but also had a dual cultivation agreement with her, which was an important opportunity for her to break through the bottleneck and remove the seal on her cultivation.

Moreover, the wondrous sensation she felt when she practiced dual cultivation with him made her vaguely feel that this person might be the key to her breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

For both public and private reasons, Lin Fengmian must not be allowed to get into trouble.

Su Miaoyun took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and her voice suddenly turned cold: "Phoenix Feather Guard!"

"exist!"

A dark figure silently emerged from the shadows at the corner of the hall, condensing into a human form like a wisp of smoke. It knelt on one knee in the hall, head bowed, its posture respectful yet menacing.

Su Miaoyun lowered her phoenix eyes slightly, her gaze as cold as frost and snow, each word falling like an icicle:

"You will personally lead a team of Phoenix Feather elites and set off immediately in secret to the outskirts of the Fallen Dragon Mountains. If you encounter Lin Fengmian and Commander Qin, bring them back safely at all costs!"

Remember, I said bring them back alive!

"If anyone dares to obstruct me..." A cold glint flashed in Su Miaoyun's eyes, her clear gaze filled with chilling killing intent.

"Kill without mercy. No need to report, kill them on the spot!"

"Yes!" The dark figure responded and retreated, its body swaying slightly before dissolving into the air like ink dissipating, leaving no trace.

The main hall returned to silence.

Su Miaoyun stood alone before the palace gate, her phoenix eyes gazing into the distance at the surging sea of ​​clouds and the sky outside.

He gently stroked the communication jade talisman in his sleeve with his fingertips, remaining silent for a long, long time.

The figures of the Phoenix Feather Guards disappeared silently into the shadows of the main hall, as if blending into the night, leaving not even a trace of their presence.

The vast Phoenix Palace returned to silence.

Su Miaoyun slowly sat down, her jade-like hand gently pressing her brow, her clear, cold phoenix eyes slowly closing.

Beneath her fingertips, fine lines gathered and dispersed on her forehead, as if some heavy burden was weighing on her heart, impossible to shake off.

Having cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique to this day, she has long since achieved a heart as firm as a rock, undisturbed by any turmoil. But how exactly does one comprehend the meaning of "forgetfulness"?

Is it necessary to truly understand what "emotion" is before one can completely sever and forget it, or is it...?

Should we never have touched those two words in the first place?

She asked herself the questions, but couldn't find the answers.

The cultivation technique she had practiced since childhood was quietly circulating within her body, the cool spiritual energy flowing through her meridians, which should have soothed all her emotions.

anyway

Lin Fengmian was, in the end, the first man in Su Miaoyun's life.

Even if initially it was only for his special pure yang constitution, to borrow his power to break the seal within his body,

But those three days and three nights of intimate physical contact and whispered sweet nothings are not something that can be forgotten so easily.

"Lin Fengmian..."

Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her voice carrying a softness and concern that she herself was unaware of.

"Please don't die."

She didn't know that these words were meant for Lin Fengmian.

She was talking to herself, though. But she knew that her heart wouldn't truly find peace until she was sure he had returned safely.

……

Meanwhile, the Fallen Dragon Mountains are located a hundred miles away from the Phoenix Cry Imperial City.

Lin Fengmian piloted his silver flying boat down from the clouds, his robes fluttering in the high-altitude winds. Yet, he stood leisurely at the bow, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze lazily sweeping over the land below.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly.

It wasn't just ordinary spiritual energy fluctuations, but divine consciousness.

Several extremely subtle yet exceptionally powerful divine sense forces,

They are silently sweeping in from different directions, like hunters in the shadows extending their tentacles in the darkness.

They cautiously explored his suddenly appearing silver flying boat.

One of them was as condensed as a needle and as sharp as a sword, and the strength of the divine sense it contained was in no way weaker than his own!

"Damn it, it seems this little world really does harbor quite a few old monsters."

Lin Fengmian cursed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

Although he had already refined the primordial power of this world and had near-absolute control over this realm,

But it's best to play it safe until we figure out exactly how many tricks those long-dormant guys still have up their sleeves.

After all, Lin Fengmian's consistent principle was...

If you can play it safe, play it safe; if you can hide your cards, hide them; never easily reveal your hand to anyone.

With the full recovery of spiritual energy, the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth in this world have suddenly weakened. Those cultivators who used to be stingy with their spiritual power and had to carefully calculate even when flying on their swords no longer need to suppress it.

The spiritual energy is everywhere, so rich that it seems that even a single breath can improve one's cultivation level. Who would want to measure the earth step by step with their own two legs?

The desolate land was no longer the deathly place it once was. Various colored lights crisscrossed and weaved through the sky.

Flying swords, flying boats, flying carpets, feathers, gourds... all sorts of flying magical artifacts are everywhere, some leisurely floating in the clouds.

Some sped across the sky like lightning, revealing a scene of an impending golden age of cultivation.

Lin Fengmian's silver flying boat descended slowly, its flight path smooth and elegant, the silver light reflecting a faint glow in the sunlight.

This attracted many cultivators outside the imperial city to stop and look up, with whispers rising and falling among them.

"Look! What an impressive flying boat!"

"Which immortal master has arrived? Judging from the grade of this flying boat... it must be at least a mid-grade spiritual artifact!"

"Tsk tsk, anyone who can afford to ride in such a flying boat must be an extraordinary person..."

Lin Fengmian ignored the murmurs and calmly scanned the crowd below, silently noting down the locations of the divine senses that were secretly watching him.

at this time

"Um?"

Among the crowd stood a woman who appeared to be in her forties or fifties, with striking beauty but a hint of sharp sarcasm in her eyes.

Her gaze suddenly locked onto Lin Fengmian on the airship. She narrowed her eyes, as if searching for something in her memory.

He then nudged an older woman with a withered face standing next to him.

"Senior sister! Look! Doesn't that kid look familiar?"

Upon hearing this, the old woman looked in the direction she was pointing, paused for a moment, and then a malicious smile appeared on her face.

His shriveled lips parted to reveal a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

"Hehehe... Doesn't he look familiar? Isn't this the husband that little slut Su Miaoyun brought back to the palace?"

She stretched out her withered, twig-like claws and swiped them through the air:

"That Su Miaoyun plastered his portrait all over the city, as if she wanted everyone to know she'd found a man! This old woman may not be good at much else, but her memory is excellent!"