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

"Thank you for your kind words, Elder Wang, but I am already married and will not have any other thoughts in this life."

Cang Yuwei's usually charming and affectionate eyes were now as cold as knives; she didn't even bother to offer any words of pleasantries.

"Elder Wang, Qingge has made it very clear that we have husbands. And coincidentally, my sister's husband and I are the same person."

The same person?!

Wang Hu was stunned at first, then a surge of anger from feeling humiliated rushed straight to the top of his head!

His face instantly darkened, and a trace of his Golden Core stage aura leaked out uncontrollably, causing the dust in the cracks of the bluestone slabs beneath his feet to tremble suddenly.

"Hmph! They don't know what's good for them!"

He forced a cold laugh through his teeth.

"I've heard of your so-called husband. Isn't he just a pretty boy who got lucky and caught the Empress's eye? I heard he was only at the Qi Refining stage when he left. With all this upheaval in the world, he probably hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet!"

Wang Hu's eyes grew even more greedy and burning, his gaze sweeping over the two women's slender figures without any attempt at concealment:

"What future do you have following a useless Qi Refining stage cultivator with an uncertain future? Why not submit to me? I'll guarantee you endless resources and a life of pleasure like gods..."

"shut up!"

Gu Qingge interrupted sharply, her clear eyes burning with anger.

"My husband is exceptionally talented and has an iron will; how could you presume to know his true nature! I believe in him; he will go faster and further than any of us combined!"

Cang Yuwei stepped forward, her hand on her storage pouch at her waist. Inside were several life-saving talismans and defensive magical artifacts left to them by Lin Fengmian—her greatest source of confidence at this moment. Her voice was icy:

"In this life, I, Cang Yuwei, only recognize one husband. My life belongs to him. Elder Wang, even if you are the Grand Elder, if you dare to speak disrespectfully again, don't blame us sisters for being impolite!"

Their current Foundation Establishment cultivation level and status within the sect are entirely due to the vast amount of spirit stones and precious cultivation techniques left behind by Lin Fengmian, as well as his meticulous guidance day and night. This kindness and bond have long been deeply ingrained in their bones.

Wang Hu's chest heaved violently with rage, his fury almost bursting forth. But just before he was about to explode, a figure flashed through his mind—the strict decree issued by the Holy Maiden Su Miaoyun a few days ago: the nine major immortal sects, including the Jue Ling Sect, were strictly forbidden from fighting among themselves during this critical period, and they were required to unite against external threats and jointly resist the turmoil brought about by the revival of spiritual energy.

He had not yet fully taken control of the Jueling Sect, and openly breaking ties with the Empress's direct descendants at this time would be detrimental in every way.

Wang Hu forcibly suppressed the urge to slap the two arrogant women in front of him to death. His lips twitched a few times, and finally a sinister and twisted smile appeared on his face:

"Great...very good!"

He laughed in anger, a flash of malice crossing his eyes. "The sect's mission department is currently short-handed to repair the Demon Abyss seal. These two fairies are so resolute and loyal; they must be unafraid of hardship. We have plenty of time!"

After saying that, he glared at the two of them, then abruptly turned and strode away. His dark green figure, carrying an lingering aura of power, sent several low-level disciples who had come to watch the spectacle staggering back several steps.

Even after the oppressive aura dissipated, Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei did not feel any relief.

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the deep worry hidden in each other's eyes.

"Lin Lang... was taken into the palace by the Empress, and we don't know what's become of him now." Gu Qingge glanced in the direction of Fengming Imperial City, her voice so soft it was as if she was afraid the wind would carry it away.

Cang Yuwei walked to her side, took her slightly cool hand, and squeezed it tightly: "Don't worry, your husband will be alright. He's so capable, he can always turn danger into safety." She seemed to be comforting Gu Qingge, but also trying to convince herself.

"Yes." Gu Qingge nodded emphatically, her gaze hardening. "Lin Lang, you must stay safe."

Cang Yuwei also looked up, gazing in the same direction, her eyes full of anticipation: "Husband, we're waiting for you to come back."

……

At that moment, in the Phoenix Cry Imperial Palace, Lin Fengmian, who was closing his eyes to adjust his spiritual energy, suddenly felt a slight stirring in his mind. It was an extremely subtle feeling of connection from a distant direction—like two invisible threads gently tugging at his soul.

He opened his eyes and gazed thoughtfully at the sky outside the bedroom window.

Qingge, Yuwei?

They... seem to be in trouble.

Lin Fengmian slowly clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it. The feeling of being bound wasn't intense, indicating that the other person wasn't in immediate danger.

However, he knew that Su Miaoyun's control over the Jue Ling Sect was not all-encompassing, and some old foxes would eventually show their fangs.

We need to speed things up.

He closed his eyes again, his mind sinking into the space of the jade pendant. Under the willow tree, spiritual energy swirled, and the little earth spirit curled up beside the tree roots, fast asleep, its tail tip swaying gently.

Lin Fengmian sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the higher chapters of the "Yin-Yang Harmony Chapter".

Meanwhile, in another corner of the Land of Absolute Spirits, a thousand miles outside the Fallen Dragon Mountains, lies the Black Cloud Abyss.

This place is shrouded in dark clouds and miasma year-round, making it one of the most dangerous and perilous places in the Land of Desolation. Deep within this abyss lies a formidable sect—the Xuanming Sect.

Inside the pitch-black Xuan Tie Hall, the flickering firelight illuminated a figure as tall as an iron tower.

The man was clad in heavy black armor, with a rugged, dark face and a hideous scar running from his left eyebrow to his jaw. He exuded a suffocatingly fierce aura.

It was none other than Li Tianlei, the sect master of the Xuanming Sect.

A powerful body cultivator at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, known in the Land of Absolute Spirits for his ruthless methods and unforgiving nature.

Black Cloud Abyss, the main hall of the Xuanming Sect.

The firelight danced on the dark iron walls, making the towering figure in the hall appear even larger.

Li Tianlei squinted, toying with a low-grade spirit stone in his palm. His rough fingertips caressed the fine patterns on the stone's surface, while his gaze was fixed on the slightly trembling figure below.

That was the guiding elder of the Absolute Spirit Sect, True Man Qingming.

This was the person who guided Lin Fengmian when he first entered the Land of Absolute Spirits.

He knelt on the ground, his back arched like a frightened shrimp, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, leaving several dark marks on the black stone floor in front of him.

"Old man Qingming," Li Tianlei's voice was deep, yet it resonated throughout the hall, carrying a metallic quality, "You'd better make sure you're not lying. Otherwise, you know what I'm capable of."

The moment the words fell, a suffocating pressure poured down from the throne.

Qingming Zhenren's knees buckled, and he crashed to the ground with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold stone surface, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Sect Master, you are wise! Even if I had ten thousand lives, I would never dare to deceive you!"