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

How come Su Miaoyun is just an avatar born for a mission?

But at least for now, she is real.

He was physically connected, spiritually intertwined, and deeply understood each other.

It belongs to him.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but guess that her original body, which had long since vanished ten thousand years ago, must have been an unparalleled fairy who shone throughout the ages.

Presumably, in that unprecedented war, she bravely sacrificed herself to protect the Xuan Tian Continent, and her soul returned to heaven and earth.

What a pity... I was never destined to see such a peerless beauty.

He stroked his chin, then decisively used his soul connection to call Xiao Ling'er back, as she was consolidating her cultivation over there.

This woman has done well recently, and has completely stabilized her cultivation. It's time for her to come in handy.

Three days later, a flash of inspiration appeared in the palace, and a graceful, ethereal figure stood tall and elegant in the hall.

Xiao Ling'er was dressed in a plain white dress, her black hair cascading down her back. Her sword aura was restrained yet still exuded a chilling sharpness, and her temperament was more calm and profound than before.

"Young master, you called me?" She nodded slightly, her voice clear and crisp, the stubbornness and defiance that had once filled her eyes long gone.

During this period, he was trained and tempered by Lin Fengmian, and his proud spirit was softened, at least on the surface, no longer showing any sharp edges.

She first surveyed the luxurious bedroom, her gaze sweeping over the jade screen, the sandalwood incense burner, the soft couch and brocade quilt, her expression calm and undisturbed, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

Looking at her like that, Lin Fengmian felt a little less distant from her. At least Xiao Ling'er was from his hometown.

In this desolate land, he always felt a veil separating him from the local cultivators. They revered him, depended on him, and admired him.

But no one truly understands where he came from or where he is going.

Xiao Ling'er was different; she had seen his original appearance and knew he wasn't from this world.

Of course, having such a refined and ethereal swordswoman, who has already achieved the Golden Core stage, serving tea and water by one's side would be a very pleasant thing.

"Okay, it's good that you're back." Lin Fengmian said casually, "From now on, continue to serve me well as before."

Xiao Ling'er didn't say much, but nodded obediently. Then she walked to the jade table next to her and picked up the jade teapot to start brewing tea.

Amidst the rising steam, the aroma of tea is refreshing and invigorating.

She lowered her head and moved with practiced ease, but a barely perceptible ripple flickered deep within her seemingly calm eyes.

Why does this guy... have to make a Golden Core cultivator like her serve tea and water?

Xiao Ling'er hadn't even been back for a full day when guests came to her door.

The first to arrive was Qin Lan. Today, she had changed out of the cold, black armor she always wore and, for the first time ever, into a flowing, water-red dress.

Her skirt spread out like clouds, outlining her graceful and voluptuous figure. Her waist was slender, and the curves of her chest were faintly visible under the thin gauze fabric, making her look like a peony quietly blooming in the night breeze.

She stood at the entrance of Lin Fengmian's palace, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her cheeks flushed red, and she hesitated for a long time before taking that step.

"Young master..."

Her voice was so soft it seemed to melt into the wind, and she didn't even dare to lift her head. Her hands, which had once held guns and swords, were now trembling slightly.

Lin Fengmian found it amusing but deliberately didn't point it out, instead beckoning her in.

Immediately after, Yu Chan'er arrived.

This girl is quite generous. After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, her temperament became even more refined and otherworldly, and her eyes and brows gained a touch of intelligence and clarity. She was like a piece of finely polished jade.

She bowed gracefully to Lin Fengmian, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her eyes were clear and open, without the slightest hint of shyness: "Jia Ning greets Young Master."

Then, the chattering fairies from before also poured in, one by one, with shyness, anticipation, or curiosity.

Some people quietly tidied their sideburns, while others secretly applied lip rouge.

Someone almost tripped on the threshold as they entered, eliciting a suppressed chuckle from behind.

There were seven or eight people, and in an instant, the spacious bedroom was filled with a fragrant aroma.

For a time, a dazzling array of beauties appeared, some plump and some slender, some charming and lively, some gentle and dignified, some bright and flamboyant, and some shy and timid, making it a feast for the eyes.

Xiao Ling'er walked over with the freshly brewed spiritual tea. When she saw this scene, her hand trembled slightly. Her cool and beautiful face almost couldn't hold back, and the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Good heavens... so many fairies?

Is this guy planning to focus on dual cultivation?

Is he able to manage all that?

Is the Pure Yang Holy Body truly a gifted individual, tireless in spirit?

Or perhaps the spiritual energy of this desolate place amplified some of his abilities that shouldn't have been amplified?

She was internally ranting, but on the surface she had to maintain the calm and composure of an ice queen, gently placing the teacup beside Lin Fengmian.

The force with which it was lowered was just a tiny bit too heavy, producing a soft "tap" sound.

Lin Fengmian picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and the aroma of tea spread between his lips and teeth.

His gaze slowly swept over the faces before him, some shy, some radiant, some apprehensive, before he finally set down his teacup and spoke softly:

"Alright, now that Her Majesty the Empress has bestowed you all upon me, I must set some rules in advance."

The women immediately held their breath, and even Qin Lan quietly raised her eyes, which were brimming with spring water, and cautiously looked at him.

"Qin Lan." Lin Fengmian called her name first.

"You have the deepest foundation and the most solid base. From now on, you will practice with me alone once every seven days."

Qin Lan trembled, her ears turning bright red as if they could bleed. Her heart pounded like a raging rabbit.

Once every seven days...alone...this nemesis, is there some other meaning behind these words?

She dared not think too much about it, yet she couldn't help but think about it. She quickly lowered her head and whispered, "...Yes, young master."

"As for the rest of you,"

Lin Fengmian's gaze swept over Yu Chan'er and the group of little fairies, his tone slow and deliberate, with a hint of deliberate contemplation.

"My energy is limited; I can only mentor one person, two at most, per day. As for who will receive that opportunity..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, secretly pleased as he looked at the girls' charming yet melancholic eyes.

Some people were secretly twisting their belts, some were biting their lips as if they wanted to say something but couldn't, and some couldn't help but look each other over, their eyes flashing with silent sparks.

"You'll have to compete for it yourselves. Those who make the fastest progress in cultivation, have the deepest understanding of the techniques, or... those who satisfy me the most, will naturally have priority."

After the words were spoken, the palace was quiet for a moment, then a chorus of clear and orderly responses rang out: