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

She paused, her tone becoming increasingly solemn:

"If you, young master, are willing to use your pure and yang spiritual power to help me protect me and help me cultivate a key divine ability and obtain the inheritance of my sect... I will certainly help you to resolve the siege today."

Furthermore, I will never make things difficult for you in the future, and I might even owe you a favor.

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Fengmian felt a slight sense of relief, his tense nerves relaxing a little. This reason sounded much more reasonable than seeking pleasure or having no ulterior motives.

With his pure Yang holy body origin, he is indeed an excellent aid in resisting Yin evil energy.

There's no such thing as a free lunch, but if it's a mutually beneficial transaction, he's actually more at ease.

But... he didn't completely let his guard down.

"Just protecting the Dharma and assisting in cultivation? Is it that simple?"

Lin Fengmian stared into Wen Rushuang's eyes, trying to discern more clues from the depths of her gaze.

Wen Rushuang met his gaze calmly. There was no evasion or guilt in her peach blossom eyes, only a magnanimous composure.

She smiled sweetly, her red lips slightly parted:

"Does the young master wish to do something else? I am willing to consider it."

I'm afraid you'll regret this, young master...

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian remained silent and touched his nose.

To be honest, this woman is truly stunning. Her face, her figure, her demeanor—everything about her is top-notch.

But lust is a double-edged sword. In his previous life, Lin Fengmian was able to become a playboy because he knew when to stop. This time, he held back.

Moreover, he always felt that this woman carried an ominous aura of death.

The aura was faint and elusive, lingering around her like a persistent, insidious infection, making it unwise to be too intimate with her.

Seeing Lin Fengmian standing there dumbfounded and silent, Wen Rushuang continued:

"For Young Master Lin, it may just be a matter of consuming some of his original power."

For me, this would mean offending the entire Xuan Yin Sect. Does Young Master consider this a fair deal?

Is it fair?

That's really fair.

If he doesn't agree to this woman's request now, it seems he might not be able to rescue Yu Chan'er successfully. The Nether Spider Soul-Locking Array was the work of a Nascent Soul cultivator; with his current cultivation level, forcing his way through would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

The longer the delay, the more dangerous it becomes for Yu Chan'er. He doesn't have many options.

Lin Fengmian quickly weighed the options in his mind and finally nodded slowly: "Okay, I agree. But it has to wait until I rescue them."

"Of course." Wen Rushuang's smile deepened, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

With a flick of her wrist, her sleeves billowed, creating a gentle breeze.

The invisible, eerie array fluctuations ahead receded like the tide, and the layers of restrictions melted away like ice and snow, revealing a path leading to the deep valley.

"Young master, please." Wen Rushuang stepped aside to make way, smiling brightly. "Those Xuanming Guards... I'll leave them to stretch my muscles."

She spoke casually, as if she were dealing with a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs.

Lin Fengmian gave her a deep look, then hesitated no longer. His green robes billowed, and he transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards the depths of the valley. Yu Chan'er was still waiting for him; time was running out.

Wen Rushuang stood there, watching the figure in green disappear into the black mist. The smile on her lips gradually faded, and a complex expression appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

"An interesting little fellow," she murmured to herself, her voice carried away by the mountain breeze. "Li Tianjue, I'll settle the score with you for lying to me later."

She turned around to face the Xuanming Guards who were rapidly approaching at the entrance of the deep valley.

The languid expression vanished, replaced by a chilling, murderous intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

Without further hesitation, Lin Fengmian transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Yu Chan'er, whom he had sensed.

The mountain wind was like a knife, cutting across his face. His expression was calm, but a hint of solemnity was hidden in his eyes.

Wen Rushuang... this woman is definitely not as simple as she seems.

Her every smile and frown was like a honey-coated hook; if you weren't careful, you would be hooked and left bloodied and mangled.

Is this collaboration with her a way to break through the current predicament, or a case of seeking help from a tiger?

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's really hard to say.

……

In the desolate mountains and deep valleys, mist lingered.

The fog was so thick it couldn't be dispersed, like a damp, cold shroud, shrouding the entire valley in a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Withered vines hang down, jagged rocks stand, and occasionally a night crow flies by, letting out a mournful cry.

The commander of the Xuanming Guard paced back and forth in the valley, his hands behind his back, his face so gloomy it could drip water. The more he walked, the more agitated he became, finally unable to contain himself and complaining to his men:

"No way, how much time has passed? Why hasn't that kid Lin Fengmian come to save his darling yet? Is he a tortoise? He's crawling so slowly!"

The Xuanming Guards standing nearby exchanged glances, none of them daring to speak.

Just then, one of his men, who had been scouting the area from the outside, came running back, his face pale and his voice urgent:

"Big brother, something terrible has happened!"

I think I just saw Madam Wen Rushuang with a strange man. The man looks remarkably like the portrait the sect leader gave us.

"What?!"

The commander turned his head abruptly, his face filled with disbelief, his voice trembling: "Are you sure you saw it clearly?"

The subordinate nodded repeatedly, swearing an oath:

"Absolutely true, brother! Although we were far apart, I have no doubt that Madam Wen's figure and demeanor are accurate! As for Lin Fengmian, he looks exactly like the one in the portrait!"

The commander was immediately dumbfounded.

What's going on? Wasn't Wen Rushuang invited by the sect leader to help? How come she's chatting and laughing with Lin Fengmian?

He couldn't quite grasp the idea for a moment.

At this moment, a soldier leaned forward and whispered:

"Brother, do you think it's possible that Madam Wen has personally taken action and captured that brat? They were chatting and laughing, flirting with Lin Fengmian there."

After all, Madam Wen was that kind of flirtatious person, and Lin Fengmian just happened to be a pretty boy, which suited her taste quite well.

Upon hearing this, the commander's face broke into a lewd smile. He clicked his tongue, a hint of envy appearing in his eyes:

"You're right. Tsk tsk tsk, it seems Madam Wen Rushuang's methods are indeed brilliant. No wonder her legend still circulates in the cultivation world after all these years. She truly lives up to her reputation; she must have succeeded."

"As expected of the Madam! With her personally in charge, that kid was easily captured!"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Yu Chan'er, who was imprisoned by the rock.

At this moment, Yu Chan'er's hands were bound, her dantian was sealed, her face was pale, and there was a trace of dried blood on the corner of her lips.

She was slightly curled up, her eyelashes trembling, her tear stains still wet, looking so pitiful that it made one's heart clench.

The commander narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue:

"What a pity."