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

"Yes, young master!"

The voices were filled with eager anticipation, like a team about to go into battle, each member rubbing their hands together, determined to win.

Looking at the spirited young female disciples before him, Lin Fengmian secretly planned his upcoming training schedule. Qin Lan once a week, the remaining nine… once a day?

Damn it, we can't even finish one rotation this week! Scheduling is a bit difficult.

Forget it, let's not calculate it based on the work cycle of being a beast of burden in my past life, let's just use a month. Thirty days a month, ten people, each person takes turns for two or three days, and occasionally they can rest—perfect.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian's gaze swept over the women again, and he had already made up his mind. Qin Lan and Yu Chan'er, one with captivating charm and the other with unparalleled beauty, both possessed top-notch talent and temperament, so naturally they should be given extra care.

As for the other fairies... helping them successfully establish their foundations and reach a level sufficient to stand firm in the palace is enough to live up to Su Miaoyun's arrangements.

After all, Lin Fengmian would do his best to help, but he wasn't some kind of indiscriminately kind-hearted person who would grant every request.

The opportunity has been given, the path has been paved, but how far they can go ultimately depends on their own destiny.

The incense in the palace had not yet dissipated, and the sweet scents of dozens of cosmetics mingled in the air, creating a mesmerizing and enchanting atmosphere.

Lin Fengmian watched the last woman reluctantly leave the palace gate before letting out a slight sigh of relief and leaning back on the soft couch.

These female cultivators were all secret guards, attendants, and eunuchs under Empress Su Miaoyun's command. Each of them was exceptionally talented and had a resolute character.

Su Miaoyun's meaning was very clear.

With the spiritual energy about to recover, the nine major immortal sects have outwardly submitted to the imperial city, but in reality, each harbors its own ulterior motives. She needs a core group of truly trustworthy forces who can advance and retreat with the imperial city.

Lin Fengmian, who possessed the "Yin Yang Harmony Chapter" and various secret techniques, was the most suitable candidate.

Of course, more importantly, the women who have cultivated with him will have a wisp of pure yang imprint left in their bodies, which will greatly increase their cultivation speed.

If they encounter danger in the future, Lin Fengmian can still use that connection to sense the other party's location, and even respond to each other remotely and help each other from a distance.

This bond is more reliable than any covenant.

However, Lin Fengmian also had his own plans.

He was not a womanizer who fell in love with every woman he met. The dozen or so female cultivators selected in this batch were all chosen by him after he personally examined their qualifications and assessed their character.

He filtered out all those who were impure-minded, had a weak foundation, or were not truly loyal to the capital.

"That's all for today. Go back and prepare yourselves. Be here promptly at dawn tomorrow for my lecture."

Lin Fengmian waved his hand, ending this erotic lecture.

Although the women were somewhat reluctant to leave, they knew that their cultivation was of utmost importance, so they all bowed and withdrew. The palace doors closed, and the bedchamber immediately fell silent.

Only a few dozen different scents remained, slowly floating in the air.

Xiao Ling'er silently bent down to tidy up the tea set.

Today she was dressed in a plain white gown, with light blue bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, which made her fair wrists appear even whiter and more like jade.

She moved swiftly, putting the teacup, teapot lid, and saucer back in their places, making a soft, crisp sound as the porcelain clattered together.

But the slight pursing of her lips and the faint hint of resentment in her cold eyes clearly did not escape Lin Fengmian's notice.

Lin Fengmian wasn't in a hurry. He crossed his legs, shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch, and watched her busy herself for a while before leisurely speaking:

"Don't misunderstand, this is just the Empress's order."

I'm just following orders, trying to train these people for her as soon as possible so I can leave this place sooner. Don't you want to go back sooner?

Xiao Ling'er's hand paused slightly.

She raised her eyes, a complex emotion flashing across her cold gaze before she lowered them again.

She didn't answer, but gently placed the last teacup on the tray, straightened up, and spoke in a calm tone:

"What you say is true, sir."

But Lin Fengmian clearly saw that her pursed lips relaxed slightly, and her tense shoulders eased a little.

He didn't expose it, but just slightly raised the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes again, and continued to plan his cultivation schedule.

Leaving is inevitable.

However, before that, he was willing to share some of the burden with Empress Su Miaoyun and cultivate more reliable people. After all, she had already sacrificed too much to support the entire Desolate Spirit Land alone.

As the saying goes, one should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well, let alone having the blessing of having two wives.

As long as one handles things properly, life in this desolate place doesn't seem as unbearable as one might imagine.

……

Meanwhile, the Jue Ling Sect, one of the nine great immortal sects.

On the sect's plaza, a towering platform carved from bluestone stood majestically, with disciples passing by in twos and threes. But at this moment, the atmosphere at the entrance to the inner sect's stone path on the east side of the plaza was unusually solemn.

A Golden Core cultivator dressed in a dark green robe stood with his hands behind his back, blocking the path of the two slender figures.

He had a long, thin face, high cheekbones, and a slightly tucked chin, exuding a stern, hawk-like aura. He was none other than Wang Hu, the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect of the Absolute Spirit Sect.

He made no attempt to conceal his gaze as he looked the two female cultivators up and down, his eyes lingering on their exquisite curves like hooks.

"Fairy Gu, Fairy Cang," Wang Hu spoke slowly, his tone seemingly polite, yet carrying an air of condescending condescension.

"With the resurgence of spiritual energy and the fierce competition for the Great Dao, this is a golden opportunity for us cultivators to rise to prominence. However, as someone who has been through it all, I must remind you two fairies that the path of cultivation is fraught with peril."

The so-called cultivation of immortality requires "wealth, methods, land, and companions"—a four-word mantra, none of which can be lacking.

He stroked his thinning beard, put on what he thought was a charming smile, and continued:

"In my opinion, the word 'Daoist partner' is undoubtedly the most important. After all, as long as you find the right Daoist partner, wealth, methods, and land will naturally be prepared for you."

He paused, slightly straightening his back, and a faint trace of his Golden Core stage aura emanated from him, causing the surrounding air to stagnate slightly.

"My name is Wang Hu, and I am honored to be the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect of the Absolute Spirit Sect, with a cultivation level of Core Formation."

Within this sect, we still possess a certain foundation and influence. If the two fairies do not mind and are willing to become my Daoist partners, together we can comprehend the supreme Dao.

I, Wang, will certainly spare no effort in providing the sect's resources to help you two directly reach the Golden Core stage! What do you two think?

His tone seemed to be negotiating, but his attitude was extremely arrogant, as if it were a great favor that he even took a liking to them.

Gu Qingge's smile instantly turned cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

She took a slight step back, creating a distant distance between herself and Wang Hu, then spoke in a clear, crisp voice, her tone resolute: