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

The chill came without warning, like an invisible icicle piercing straight into the depths of his soul. If it succeeded, at best his soul would be damaged, at worst he would become an idiot on the spot.

This is naturally a soul-sealing curse cast by Wen Rushuang!

Lin Fengmian's expression changed drastically.

The Great Sun Pagoda Mantra was activated automatically within the body, and pure Yang Qi and blood erupted!

The fiery blood and qi surged through the meridians like magma, and the yin-yang tai chi diagram rotated wildly, instantly erasing the forbidden spell!

At the same time, the little golden dragon dormant deep within his dantian suddenly opened its eyes, released a wisp of dragon energy, and shattered the jade pendant.

"Snapped!"

The jade pendant shattered, sending fragments flying.

Lin Fengmian then became alert.

This woman... has a big problem!

His eyes turned completely cold.

But then I sensed that this woman had no intention of killing me whatsoever.

That's strange. If there was murderous intent, the attack just now shouldn't have been so gentle. But if there was no malice, why cast a soul-sealing spell on him?

"Your acting is quite good."

His voice was icy. "Unfortunately, you've used the wrong phrase. Move aside, I'm in a hurry."

Wen Rushuang was stunned!

She hadn't expected Lin Fengmian to be able to so easily neutralize her secret divine power, the Forbidden God Curse.

What was even more unexpected was that he harbored so many secrets.

Just a moment ago, when Lin Fengmian's pure Yang Qi and blood erupted, she felt a familiar yet trembling resonance deep within her soul.

It was as if possessing this man would allow her cultivation to reach new heights!

This aura... is more than just a Pure Yang Holy Body!

From the very beginning, Wen Rushuang was very curious.

What secrets does this target, whom Li Tianjue is willing to go to great lengths to deal with, hold?

Several moments of surprise flashed in Wen Rushuang's eyes.

Her life was full of misfortune; she was burdened with the reputation of bringing bad luck to her husband and relatives, and suffered the cold stares of the world.

People only valued her beauty, flocking to her like moths to a flame, but after hearing the rumors about her, they left with disgust, as if she were something filthy.

When she was young, she didn't understand why the person who greeted her with a smile yesterday would avoid her like the plague today.

Later she understood—that's human nature: seeking advantage and avoiding harm, fearing death and clinging to life. But what good does understanding do?

Understanding cannot soften those gazes, nor can it make those whispers sweet.

Even though her hands were already stained with blood, deep in her heart, there was still an unhealable festering wound.

It was the self-loathing that had accumulated over time, the guilt and struggle that came with the midnight dreams.

She had asked herself countless times: Was I really born to be rejected? But the world never gives an answer.

People around her avoided her like the plague, as if looking at her would bring bad luck.

So she had no choice but to leave her hometown and begin a long journey of wandering.

But along the way, many people were drawn to her beauty. Some used flattery and sweet talk, some used force to seize her, and some even resorted to poison.

She was forced to act time and time again, and returned bloodied time and time again. Gradually, she transformed from a girl who could still shed tears into the languid, composed, and ruthless woman she is today.

Later, she stumbled upon the cave dwelling of an ancient cultivator who had passed away, and obtained the inheritance and resources within.

He simply chose to live in seclusion, cultivating immortality and detaching himself from worldly affairs, seeking only the Great Dao.

If it weren't for the current revival of spiritual energy that awakened her from her slumber, and the fact that she had received a favor from Li Tianjue's father years ago, she would never have stepped out of her cave.

The first thing I did after clearing customs was to help someone kidnap a hostage.

This scheme was hardly honorable, but it didn't stir much emotion within her.

After all, she had long seen through the world; it was a world of survival of the fittest, a cycle of cause and effect, nothing more.

However, at this moment, she developed a strong interest in Lin Fengmian, her target.

The more she investigated, the more she wanted to see what kind of person this was.

How could she possibly win the heart of the cold and aloof empress of the Republic of China?

The empress was rumored to be ruthless and capricious, so much so that even Nascent Soul cultivators would avoid her. Yet, she couldn't forget a little-known boy.

It's astonishing that the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Blazing Sun Sect personally came to demand an explanation, only to be met with a rebuff and leave empty-handed.

It is said that after that Nascent Soul cultivator returned, he was so angry that he smashed three alchemy furnaces, but in the end he never set foot there again.

What makes this young man so special?

"Young master, you've misunderstood!"

Wen Rushuang dropped her pretense, and her voice became soft and gentle.

Her voice was like a spring breeze caressing flower petals, or like honey gently flowing over the tongue. She softly advised Lin Fengmian:

"I only see that the valley ahead is already covered with a net, and you will surely die if you go there alone."

Lin Fengmian was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his brows furrowing with a mixture of wariness and confusion, wondering what this person was up to.

"Even if they've laid a trap, so what? I'm still going."

His voice was calm, as calm as a deep pool of water, without the slightest ripple.

But Wen Rushuang could tell the resolute determination beneath that calm.

"Young master, please don't worry, I can help you."

Before she finished speaking, Wen Rushuang suddenly appeared, drifting like a wisp of smoke, and came to stand in front of Lin Fengmian.

Her peach blossom eyes were already full of spring colors, and her eyes were full of charm. The charm was so thick that it was almost tangible and could steal the soul of any man.

"Of course, I won't help you with this for nothing. I just want you to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Lin Fengmian asked suspiciously, taking a barely perceptible half-inch step back.

Wen Rushuang's eyes revealed a hint of longing, a longing that came inexplicably, like a traveler who had trekked too long in the desert suddenly seeing a clear spring.

Even she herself found this spring absurd.

"After I help you, you'll have to stay with me for seven days. Don't worry, I'll let you go after seven days."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as two drawn blades.

Why should I believe you?

"I had countless opportunities to attack you just now, but I didn't."

Wen Rushuang chuckled softly, her laughter like the sound of silver bells in the wind, clear yet slightly carefree.

Immediately afterwards, her aura was revealed, like a calm sea suddenly being churned into towering waves!

It was a Nascent Soul stage cultivator!

Moreover, compared to Zhao Yuanlong, her aura was more refined and solid, like refined steel, clearly indicating that she was not a cultivator who had just formed her Nascent Soul.

"With my cultivation level, defeating you should be a piece of cake, right? Now you can believe I'm genuinely negotiating with you, can't you?"

Lin Fengmian's expression also changed drastically. He never expected that the woman in front of him was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator.

His divine sense was indeed unable to see through the Nascent Soul cultivator's disguise.