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

When Wen Rushuang realized that Lin Fengmian had seen through her, the lazy smile on her face faltered slightly.

The sluggishness lasted only a brief moment, so fast that it was almost an illusion.

She suppressed her smile, and her tone became somewhat urgent.

"Young Master Lin, please don't misunderstand. This is all a misunderstanding between us, and I can explain it away."

She took half a step forward, her sleeves fluttering lightly, carrying with them a faint, delicate fragrance.

The aroma was cool yet slightly sweet.

Like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the cold of a deep winter night, its fragrance is so pleasant that it makes one wary.

"I did believe the one-sided story of Li Tianjue, the sect leader of the Xuan Yin Sect. He entrusted me to bring you here."

Wen Rushuang's voice softened slightly, like the first thaw of spring water.

"But from what I saw and felt while following him, I don't think that you are the wicked person he described."

She paused, lowered her eyes slightly, and her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath them.

"So, I was also deceived. I have already done more than enough to repay that favor."

After saying that, she raised her eyes, her captivating peach blossom eyes sparkling with a hint of allure as she looked directly at Lin Fengmian.

There was a hint of sincerity, a hint of resentment, and a hint of unspoken expectation in his eyes.

"Now, I wish to help you break this deadlock and rescue that fairy."

Lin Fengmian frowned slightly, his vigilance undiminished. His mind raced, thoughts flashing through his mind like lightning.

Is there really such a good thing in the world?

Did a pie really fall from the sky and land right on my head?

Is it really true that a woman in the Nascent Soul stage, of unknown origin and with strange methods, turned against Li Tianjue and came to his aid simply because she couldn't stand him?

That reason is far too far-fetched.

Which Nascent Soul cultivator isn't shrewd and calculating, each one more adept than the last?

Why would they offend another major sect for the sake of a complete stranger?

Wen Rushuang seemed to have noticed Lin Fengmian's worries.

Her red lips curled slightly, forming a smile that wasn't quite a smile, her eyes held a hint of resentment, and her voice was as soft as a whisper:

"Young master, don't think I'm helping you for free. Have you forgotten your promise to stay with me for seven days?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's lips twitched violently.

Damn it, wasn't that just a delaying tactic?

I agreed on the spur of the moment to get away, but was I really going to spend seven days with her?

In his previous life, Lin Fengmian was a playboy who roamed the world of women. He was the one who manipulated others. When did it become someone else's turn to treat him as a bargaining chip with a price tag?

The feeling of being used as a bargaining chip filled Lin Fengmian with an indescribable displeasure, as if he had swallowed a fly.

However, at the same time, he also felt a little more relaxed.

This woman doesn't seem to be without desires.

She wanted him to stay with her for seven days; she probably had her eye on his Pure Yang Body. This wasn't the first or second time he'd encountered something like this.

From Chu Qingyi to Nangong Li, from Zhao Yun'er to the woman before him... he sometimes even wondered if all the women in the cultivation world had some kind of obsession with his Pure Yang Holy Body.

Under normal circumstances, a charming, curvaceous, and highly skilled Nascent Soul female cultivator like herself would be the one to actively seek a relationship with someone.

He might weigh the pros and cons and then reluctantly choose to spend a few days with her.

But that won't work now.

Yu Chan'er was still waiting for him to rescue her. At this moment, he was surrounded by powerful enemies and dangers lurked everywhere. How could he have the mood to think about such romantic things?

Not to mention that although the person in front of him was beautiful and alluring, Lin Fengmian couldn't see through her or figure out what she wanted to do.

This thorny, poisonous rose is far too dangerous. Lin Fengmian simply couldn't afford to gamble on it.

He pondered for a moment before cautiously asking Wen Rushuang, "What kind of compensation... what kind of compensation are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Rushuang beamed with delight. Her eyes sparkled with captivating charm, and instead of answering, she playfully threw the question back at him with a mischievous grin:

"That depends on how you wish to accompany me, young master. I'm very easy to talk to."

Her tone carried a hint of languid charm, her voice like a feather gently brushing against his heart, almost causing Lin Fengmian to lose control.

Looking at her alluring figure, he now only felt a headache coming on. His temples throbbed, and the veins on his forehead bulged faintly.

He forcibly suppressed his agitation and glanced at the place where Yu Chan'er was imprisoned.

There, black mist surged, and layers of restrictions were stacked upon each other. A slender figure could be vaguely seen being bound by chains, struggling with difficulty.

"I'll have dinner with you, buy Buddhist artifacts with you, and stroll through the market with you, how about that?" Lin Fengmian spoke extremely quickly, rattling off the words in one breath, as if reciting a memorized text.

"If you're asking me to do it, then this is how you'll be. Just tell me what you want to do; I'm in a hurry to save people."

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Rushuang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her smile was like ice and snow melting, a hundred flowers blooming. She tilted her head slightly, revealing her long, slender, fair neck.

Her red lips curved into a bright arc, and the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, revealing a hint of girlish slyness and joy.

That smile was breathtakingly beautiful, making even the gloomy mountains and forests around it seem a little brighter.

"Young Master Lin... is truly fascinating."

She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, looking at him with a beaming smile: "Of course! That's exactly what I meant!"

Lin Fengmian couldn't laugh at all.

He felt even more confused and wary. His brows furrowed, and a flurry of thoughts raced through his mind.

What exactly does this woman want?

He would rather the other person just say they want his body, so he would feel more at ease knowing what the other person's core needs are.

At worst, I'll have to suffer a little and sacrifice some of my life essence. It'll only last seven days; I won't lose my life.

But if she doesn't care about that... then things become much more complicated.

What would she be after?

A secret I didn't know? A spiritual spring space? A jade pendant? Or something else entirely?

The unknown is what makes people most uneasy.

Seeing his furrowed brows and wary, confused expression, Wen Rushuang's eyes flashed with an unfathomable light.

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, too fast for anyone to catch.

She finally toned down her alluring demeanor slightly, her expression becoming more serious, and her voice lowering:

"Alright, I won't tease you any longer. To be honest, I do have a request to make."

"I need you to accompany me somewhere, young master." She looked directly into Lin Fengmian's eyes, her gaze intense.

"The yin energy there is extremely heavy, making it an excellent place for cultivating my techniques. However, the yin energy there is too domineering, and I alone cannot withstand it for long, lest I suffer a backlash."