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

Zhou Ye's body lay sprawled on the ground, like a bag of carelessly discarded trash, a fist-sized crater sunken into the center of his dark gold armor.

Lin Fengmian withdrew his fist, stood with his hands behind his back, his movements as casual as if he had just swatted a noisy fly.

He flicked his wrist, making a series of crisp sounds from his knuckles, without even glancing at the corpse.

"waste."

He uttered two words calmly.

The group of followers behind him, who had been so imposing and ready to bolster their general's morale, were now completely terrified.

They stood frozen in place, their faces displaying a variety of expressions.

Some had their mouths agape, some stared wide-eyed and trembling all over, and others had their legs shaking uncontrollably like a sieve.

Yu Chan'er stood inside the door, her jade-like hands lightly covering her red lips, her beautiful eyes slightly wide open.

She stared blankly at Lin Fengmian's retreating figure as he withdrew his fist, speechless for a moment.

His tall figure stood with his back to her, sunlight streaming in from the doorway, outlining a smooth yet sharp silhouette.

The light reflected off him made him look as if he were coated with a pale golden halo.

One punch.

Just a simple punch.

The opponent didn't even have a chance to make a move.

General Zhou Ye, the dignified Zhenyuan General, is a figure of considerable stature in the early stage of Core Formation in the Phoenix Cry Kingdom.

He was killed on the spot with a single punch.

That effortless demeanor, that composure that regarded powerful enemies as mere ants, was so domineering it sent shivers down one's spine.

A profound and indescribable shock welled up within Yu Chan'er, which quickly transformed into an even more intense emotion.

worship.

She had been sent to the palace at a young age and had seen countless powerful figures, but none of them could compare to the young master before her.

To kill a living person on the spot in such a nonchalant manner.

That indomitable, all-conquering attitude was like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted on the softest part of her heart, transforming into an absolute sense of security.

She thought that there was probably no one in the world who could make her feel more at ease than standing next to this person.

Lin Fengmian did not turn around to look at her, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the group of followers who were already terrified.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure, like a boulder sinking into the water, making it hard to breathe.

"You guys."

The group of followers trembled and knelt down in unison, their heads hitting the ground with loud thuds.

"If you don't want to die, drag this guy away. Wipe up the blood and clean the floor."

Lin Fengmian paused, his gaze slowly sweeping across their faces.

"Oh, by the way, go to the Imperial Household Department again and pass on a message to Her Majesty the Empress for me."

Take General Zhou Ye, for example. He trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​the inner palace, intending to assassinate me, but I killed him on the spot.

The attendants were overjoyed, kowtowing repeatedly and saying "Yes, yes, yes" as they scrambled to their feet and hurriedly dragged Zhou Ye's body outside.

The leader even tore off a piece of his robe and squatted down to frantically wipe the bloodstain, sweating profusely as he did so, afraid that if he didn't wipe it clean enough, this scoundrel might get angry and throw another punch.

Lin Fengmian watched them drag the body away, then glanced at the gleaming floor and nodded in satisfaction. He then turned and casually closed the door.

The door hinges clicked softly, shutting out all the noise from outside.

He turned around and looked at Yu Chan'er, who was standing quietly to the side. The indifferent and aloof expression on his face seemed to melt away as quickly as a mask being put on.

Instead, a gentle smile appeared, like a spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake, light and breezy.

"Alright, Chan'er, no one will bother us now." He walked towards her with unhurried steps. "Shall we continue?"

Yu Chan'er's delicate body trembled slightly as she recovered from the shock of the thunderous attack. When she met Lin Fengmian's gentle yet domineering gaze, a blush suddenly spread across her cheeks, starting from her ears and extending down her neck.

Without hesitation, she nodded vigorously, her voice soft but firm: "This concubine will obey your orders, young master."

To be personally guided by such a powerful figure was an incredible opportunity for her. And under this opportunity, a sense of willingness naturally welled up in her heart.

Lin Fengmian smiled, walked up to her, bent down and picked her up in his arms. Yu Chan'er stiffened slightly, but did not resist at all. Instead, she gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lin Fengmian gently and carefully placed her on the bed. Jade-colored curtains hung down, concealing that corner of the room.

When that pure white, flawless body was revealed before him, a heartfelt sigh of admiration flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes.

Yu Chan'er had a beautiful figure with a slender waist that could be easily grasped, and her skin glowed with a warm luster in the candlelight.

She seemed a little nervous, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but she still tried her best to cooperate with him.

With her slightly trembling little hands, she helped him undress. Her focused yet clumsy movements were all the more captivating.

"Young Master..." Yu Chan'er's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

"Yu Chan'er's heart has long belonged to you, young master. Today... I wish to follow you as my guide, and together we will explore the principles of Yin and Yang!"

Lin Fengmian felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this. He looked down at her, his gaze gentle.

"Don't be nervous, just relax. I'll help you regulate your dantian meridians; you just need to follow my guidance to circulate your spiritual energy."

He leaned over, and there was no longer any barrier between them.

That night, the candlelight flickered and the curtains swayed gently.

Lin Fengmian guided Yu Chan'er through several cycles of his internal energy cultivation technique, his pure Yang energy circulating within her body.

He sorted out and gathered the impure spiritual energy in his dantian, slowly pushed it along the meridians, and finally merged it into the depths of his spiritual root.

Although Yu Chan'er was a novice in sexual matters, her spiritual root was an excellent top-grade fire spiritual root. The primordial yin energy within her body was pure and abundant, and the spiritual energy fed back into Lin Fengmian's body was so pure that it was refreshing.

What's even more remarkable is the seamless and comfortable feeling experienced while practicing the technique.

This deepened Lin Fengmian's understanding of the "Yin Yang Harmony Chapter"—the wonder of dual cultivation lies not only in the exchange of spiritual power, but also in the harmony of hearts.

By the latter half of the night, Yu Chan'er was drenched in sweat, her body limp like a pool of spring water, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, and only soft sobs escaping her throat.

Lin Fengmian sensed the limit of her physical strength and finally stopped his practice. He gently held her in his arms and sorted out the last strand of disordered spiritual energy for her.

Yu Chan'er seemed to have exhausted all her strength and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

Silent all night.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Lin Fengmian slowly opened his eyes from his bed, feeling refreshed and completely comfortable.

He glanced down at the thing in his arms.