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

The gap is too big, like the distance between a firefly and the bright moon.

This woman is incredibly cunning; she actually played the fool and tricked me.

The two locked eyes. A mountain breeze blew, stirring up dust, and withered leaves swirled and drifted down between them.

Lin Fengmian had to admit that the woman before him was indeed extremely beautiful—her eyebrows, her figure, her aura—everything about her was a masterpiece of the Creator. But what did it matter how beautiful she was?

Even the most beautiful rose has thorns that can prick you.

This woman was nothing more than a poisoned datura flower.

His mind raced, thoughts flashing like lightning. This woman was unfathomable; it was difficult to discern whether she was friend or foe.

But given her strength, if she really wanted to harm me, she wouldn't need to go through all that trouble; she could have just taken action directly.

Since she chose to negotiate, it means she has something to gain—and people with something to gain are more trustworthy than those without desires.

"I promise you!"

After much deliberation, Lin Fengmian decided to use a delaying tactic and finally spoke, "But you must swear on your Dao heart that you will not make things difficult for me and Yu Chan'er!"

Wen Rushuang smiled radiantly, exuding charm.

That smile was like ice cracking and spring water rising, dazzling and mesmerizing: "Deal."

Seeing that the woman had indeed sworn an oath, Lin Fengmian was even more bewildered!

For a cultivator, the oath of their Dao heart is the most solemn promise. Once broken, their Dao heart will be tarnished, and they will find it difficult to make any progress in their cultivation in the future.

She actually swore an oath? Why? What is she after?

The two continued speeding towards the valley, one in front of the other.

This time, however, after Wen Rushuang's actions, Lin Fengmian felt a little uncertain.

The flying sword beneath my feet seemed to have become less stable.

Wen Rushuang followed behind, her gaze fixed on his back.

The gaze became increasingly inquisitive, like that of a collector who had discovered a rare treasure and wanted to examine it thoroughly from the inside out.

"This kid's eyes are so clear and honest when he looks at me, there's not a trace of lewdness in them! Interesting!"

This was completely unexpected by Wen Rushuang.

She was stunningly beautiful and had seen all kinds of men's reactions—some were greedy, their eyes seeming to want to devour her whole.

Some are hypocritical, speaking respectfully while harboring filth in their eyes;

Some people are so lustful that they don't even bother to hide it... but this is the first time they've encountered a man like Lin Fengmian, a man with a strong Daoist will and abstinence from sex!

Those eyes were unbelievably clean. They held wariness, scrutiny, and defensiveness, but no desire whatsoever.

She instantly reverted to her languid, alluring demeanor, gently smoothing her clothes, her eyes flickering uncertainly, her heart churning with emotions that even she herself found unfamiliar.

"Single-mindedly focused on saving lives, without any distractions..."

"Pure Yang, orthodox lineage, with an exceptional foundation... This cannot be achieved through excessive indulgence or the evil practice of 'sexual cultivation'!"

"She treats me like an ordinary person, and is simple-minded..."

This was a huge departure from her imagined image of Lin Fengmian as a lecherous, domineering, and treacherous man.

She originally thought that the person who could win the heart of the saintess must be a smooth talker and a seasoned lover with despicable methods.

But the young man before them was clearly a pure person with a clear mind and no distracting thoughts.

Misunderstandings piled up in her heart, spreading outwards like ripples on a lake.

She suddenly realized that this kind of man was a precious gem.

"It seems that what Li Tianjue said was nothing but slander. How could such a pure-hearted and exceptionally talented man be the lewd and wicked person they described? On the contrary, they... are despicable for daring to deceive me."

Lin Fengmian, who exactly are you?

Wen Rushuang suddenly felt that this mission of being forced to leave the pass to repay a favor might be quite interesting.

It was so interesting that this woman, who had lived for hundreds of years and whose heart was already as still as water, felt a bit of girlish anticipation.

……

Meanwhile, in the deep valley ahead, the commander of the Xuanming Guards was whispering with a sinister smile to the awakened Yu Chan'er.

The commander's face was sinister, a nauseating smile playing on his lips, his voice as cold as a snake's forked breath:

"Fairy, please be patient. Your devoted and loyal Young Master Lin... will be here shortly!"

Yu Chan'er's limbs were bound by several restrictions, like a butterfly trapped in a spider web.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, but she stubbornly pursed them, remaining silent.

Only those eyes trembled slightly when they heard the words "Young Master Lin".

When Lin Fengmian was less than fifty miles away from the deep valley, he stopped in his tracks and his expression changed.

"wrong!"

Not only were there indeed strange array fluctuations ahead, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for its prey to step into its trap.

The wisp of pure yang imprint he left in Yu Chan'er's body also felt a slight tremor at this moment.

That's a sign that she's caught in intense fear or is being emotionally stimulated by external forces!

The throbbing was as faint as a heartbeat, yet it clearly told him: she was afraid, she was waiting for him.

"We can't delay any longer!"

Then, Lin Fengmian circulated his internal energy, and spiritual power surged to his limbs and bones like a tide, instantly making his senses incredibly sharp.

He easily sensed an extremely subtle array fluctuation.

This formation is like an invisible spider web, covering the entire area in front!

This formation is not only exquisite and complex, but also exudes an inexplicable and eerie aura.

It seems to be able to distort perception and devour spiritual power. It is definitely not something that an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could set up. It must be the work of a Nascent Soul old monster!

"As expected, there was an ambush... This is a big problem!"

Lin Fengmian's eyes suddenly sharpened, and all his muscles tensed up, like a beast poised to pounce, instantly entering a state of combat readiness.

Just then, not far behind him, the space rippled like water, and a languid and alluring figure appeared quietly, as if stepping out of a painting.

She was indeed as gentle as frost.

She still wore that captivating smile, and stepped forward gracefully, her voice soft and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the strings of a zither:

"Young Master Lin's intuition is truly sharp! This formation was set up by me just now."

Lin Fengmian turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, locking onto Wen Rushuang.

A palpable killing intent emanated from him, permeating the air as if it were tangible. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately:

"You really are in cahoots with them."

Lin Fengmian deliberately pretended to be extremely anxious.

His brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, his fists were so tight that his knuckles cracked, and his chest heaved violently.

His expression and posture were exactly like that of a person who had inadvertently stepped into a trap and was filled with remorse and anger.

He even deliberately made his breathing heavier.

"Fine, very well!" he growled through gritted teeth, his gaze sweeping over the layers of restrictions deep within the dark valley.

"Not only did a strange woman at the Nascent Soul stage secretly follow and toy with me, but she also helped set up this deadly formation. What else could she be but an accomplice?!"

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze piercing Wen Rushuang like a knife:

"What exactly do you want?!"