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

Xiao Xiyue on the stage was also filled with shock.

Qi Refining stage, three spiritual weapons, killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator despite being a higher level...

This record and this talent are in no way inferior to her performance when she was in the Qi Refining stage!

even……

stronger!

Thinking this, Xiao Xiyue suddenly felt the speed at which the internal energy cultivation technique circulated within her body inexplicably increase.

A strange heat rose from her lower abdomen, causing her to instinctively squeeze her legs together.

"Well……"

She let out a very soft groan from her delicate nose, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

What... what's going on?

Why did I react this way when I saw Lin Fengmian displaying such power?

Xiao Xiyue felt a mix of shame and anger, but she couldn't suppress the strange flutter in her heart.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian was standing on the stage, calmly putting Li Dacheng's storage bag and the giant axe into his own possession.

His face was somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although the Three Talents Sword Formation is powerful, it consumes too much spiritual energy and divine sense.

Especially the final strike that condensed the dragon shadow almost drained most of his spiritual power.

"It's still too much of a stretch," he thought to himself.

"If I had successfully established my foundation, with the support of my divine sense, I wouldn't have been struggling so much."

but……

He looked down at the three flying swords in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The power of this sword formation certainly did not disappoint him.

Killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator in one strike—it was worth it!

Just as he was about to step down—

Two sharp sounds suddenly came from the horizon!

As everyone looked up, they saw two slender figures streak across the stage like streaks of light, gracefully landing on the life-or-death platform.

A person dressed in white, pure and aloof, with unparalleled beauty.

A woman dressed in luxurious purple, exuding a cold and alluring charm, with a graceful figure.

It was Chu Qingyi and Nangong Li!

"hiss--!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience once again.

Two saintesses!

The two peerless geniuses who stood side by side in the sect actually appeared at the same time!

Moreover, their gazes were all fixed on the same man!

"Good heavens! Both saintesses have arrived!"

"My God, is this Lin Fengmian?! He can get two Holy Maidens to be present at the same time?!"

"I have no regrets in dying! To see these two fairies together once, my death is worthwhile!"

The disciples were so excited they were speechless, their eyes wide with astonishment.

But the next moment, an overwhelming surge of jealousy welled up in his heart!

All I saw was—

Chu Qingyi rushed forward and grasped Lin Fengmian's hand, her beautiful eyes filled with worry: "Lin Fengmian! Are you alright?!"

Not to be outdone, Nangong Li grabbed Lin Fengmian's arm from the other side, her voice anxious:

"Husband! I heard that a Foundation Establishment cultivator had attacked you, so I rushed here immediately!"

The two men flanked Lin Fengmian from the left and right.

One is as pure and aloof as a snow lotus, the other as alluring as a rose.

One held his hand, the other linked arms with him.

Lin Fengmian was surrounded by two distinct yet equally pleasant fragrances, and felt a sense of lightness and euphoria.

This treatment...

It’s just that!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and transmitted his voice to the two of them:

"Qingyi, Li'er, let's go back to the cave first. I'm exhausted and need to rest."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance.

This time, instead of arguing, they nodded in unison.

next moment--

The two simultaneously activated their spiritual power, supporting Lin Fengmian from both sides, and soared into the air, transforming into two streaks of light that disappeared into the horizon.

The disciples were left speechless with astonishment.

...

And at this moment, high in the sky.

Lin Fengmian was being carried by the two women, and he felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

He secretly rejoiced.

Although it consumed a great deal of energy, the power of the Three Talents Sword Formation was indeed beyond his expectations.

A single strike will kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Without this sword formation, he might not have been able to kill his opponent so decisively by relying solely on the sound of sword energy.

After all, turning sword energy into sound requires charging up, and whether it can be unleashed at all is another matter.

But this sword formation...

As long as one has sufficient spiritual power and a strong enough spiritual sense, one can perform this technique.

"When I get back this time, I must establish my foundation as soon as possible," Lin Fengmian secretly resolved.

Only by successfully establishing a foundation and refining one's divine consciousness can one truly unleash the power of these techniques.

At that time, let alone the early stage of Foundation Establishment, he would dare to fight even the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!

While he was lost in thought, the three of them had already flown back to Qingyue Peak and landed in Nangong Li's cave.

Nangong Li gently placed him on the bed. The brocade quilt was soft, and Lin Fengmian's body sank deeply into it as soon as it touched the bed.

"Husband, are you alright?" Nangong Li leaned down, gently touching his forehead with her jade-like hand, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Lin Fengmian shook his head, his face pale, yet he still managed a smile:

"It's nothing, it's just that forcibly activating three flying swords took a toll on my spiritual sense."

He made it sound so easy, but how could Nangong Li not see through it?

To kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator in one strike—such a method would come at a great cost.

A pang of heartache shot through her, then she turned to look at Chu Qingyi standing to the side, her tone carrying a certain air of entitlement:

"Go and find some pills to restore my husband's spiritual consciousness. I'll take care of him here."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyi's beautiful eyes widened instantly.

"You—!" She was about to retort subconsciously. Why did Nangong Li have the right to order her around like a mistress of the house?

But she swallowed the words back.

He recalled that the other party had indeed helped him yesterday.

Otherwise, Lin Fengmian might not have gone last night.

...Chu Qingyi pursed her lips, suppressing her resentment slightly.

not to mention……

After what happened with Lin Fengmian last night, my cultivation level has indeed increased significantly.

And... that feeling had become so addictive that she developed a taste for it.

Although it hurt and I was ashamed at the time

Chu Qingyi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously pressed her legs together.

"snort."

She gave a soft hum and turned her face away, not wanting Nangong Li to see her slightly flushed cheeks.

He turned and walked outside, his steps quick.

Lin Fengmian lay on the bed, looking at the two women in this state, and felt a headache coming on.

It seems...

You still need to work hard to train them yourself!

He thought to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Before long, Chu Qingyi returned.

Holding a delicate white jade bottle in her hands, she walked to the bedside, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to Nangong Li.

Nangong Li took the bottle, uncorked it, and a delicate medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.

"A Spirit-Nourishing Pill?" She raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Chu Qingyi. "You're quite willing to part with it."

Chu Qingyi turned her face away, her voice cold: "It's food for Feng Mian, what's there to be reluctant about?"

Nangong Li smiled slightly, but didn't say anything more. He poured out a pill the size of a longan, pure white, and fed it to Lin Fengmian.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a cool, thin stream that slid down the throat into the abdomen and then rushed straight to the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lin Fengmian felt his sea of ​​consciousness, which had been throbbing with pain,

As if gently enveloped by a clear spring, the tearing pain subsided at a visible speed.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and his complexion gradually regained some color.