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

Lin Fengmian stood not far away, taking in everything. His brows furrowed tightly, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

He could tell that Wen Rushuang seemed genuinely angry at that moment.

It didn't seem like it was for himself, nor for Yu Chan'er; rather, it seemed like it had triggered some unpleasant memories.

Her usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now icy cold, devoid of any warmth, like a bottomless abyss in the depths of hell.

"While these people certainly deserve to die, this was... a bit too ruthless. They were right, the most poisonous heart is that of a woman."

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched slightly, and he became even more wary of this mysterious woman.

Seeing that the threat had been eliminated, he flashed to Yu Chan'er's side and waved his hand to break the restriction that bound her.

The moment his spiritual energy probed in, he sensed that the insidious nature of the restriction was slowly eroding Yu Chan'er's meridians. If he had arrived any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Young Master!"

Upon seeing Lin Fengmian, Yu Chan'er's tears instantly streamed down her face.

She trembled all over and threw herself into his arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, as if he would disappear if she let go.

"Young master, you shouldn't have come! It was too dangerous! I'm useless; I've dragged you into this mess, sob sob..."

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, and tears quickly soaked the front of Lin Fengmian's clothes. Her expression, a mixture of shock, fear, self-reproach, and grievance, was heartbreaking to see.

Lin Fengmian's heart softened when he saw Yu Chan'er, who was crying her eyes out, in his arms.

He reached out and put his arm around her slender shoulders, gently patting her back, and softly comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright now, isn't it?"

"I'm late. You can leave the rest to me."

While comforting him, he quickly took out a jade bottle.

The jade bottle was pure white and warm to the touch. As soon as the stopper was pulled out, a rich, almost tangible medicinal fragrance wafted out.

He poured out a pill the size of a longan, round and plump, with a faint shimmering light on its surface, brimming with spiritual energy. He carefully fed the pill into Yu Chan'er's mouth.

"Take it quickly, this pill can help you restore your spiritual energy and calm your mind."

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a highly refined medicinal power quickly spread.

The medicinal power was gentle and long-lasting, like spring water melting ice, quickly penetrating into Yu Chan'er's limbs and bones.

Her originally pale face regained a sliver of color at a visible speed, her disordered breathing instantly calmed down, and even the panic in her eyes subsided somewhat.

Although for Lin Fengmian, this pill was just an ordinary item, and he had plenty of them in his jade pendant space.

However, the rich aroma of medicine wafted into Wen Rushuang's nose, instantly causing her pretty face to change slightly, and a hint of emotion flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Wen Rushuang possessed extraordinary heritage and extensive knowledge, so she naturally recognized the high grade of this elixir.

Moreover, this pill is unlike those old pills; instead, it is fresh and vibrant, full of spiritual energy, and extremely potent. It is definitely not an old pill that has been stored for a long time and whose medicinal power has dissipated.

This is clearly a freshly made pill!

How did this little guy end up with such a top-grade elixir?

Could it be...? Wen Rushuang couldn't help but wonder if a master alchemist was standing behind him.

He might even be an alchemist himself?

Previously, everyone was puzzled as to why Li Tianjue would go to such great lengths to make him take action, just to capture a junior.

Now it seems that Lin Fengmian's value has probably far exceeded his previous estimates.

One possesses a pure Yang holy body, and their combat strength is not merely what it appears to be.

Those who are proficient in or have access to top-tier alchemists are highly sought-after by various powerful forces in this resource-scarce and spiritually isolated land.

At the same time, while Lin Fengmian was doing his best to comfort Yu Chan'er, he was also keeping a close eye on Wen Rushuang's expression.

He appeared extremely anxious, but in reality, he remained calm and composed, carefully considering every action and every word.

"I deliberately took out the newly refined pills, and they were indeed effective."

His actions just now, seemingly to save Yu Chan'er with great care, were actually an attempt to demonstrate his personal value in front of Wen Rushuang, this Nascent Soul stage monster.

After all, in the face of absolute power, if you cannot demonstrate any value that makes the other party wary or take notice, then your life will always hang in the balance.

Alchemists, especially those capable of refining high-level pills, hold an absolutely explosive position and appeal in this spiritually desolate land where spiritual energy has just begun to recover and resources remain scarce.

Left with no other choice, in order to save his own life and to ensure the safe and successful departure of Yu Chan'er, Lin Fengmian had to risk revealing some of his trump cards.

Sure enough, when Wen Rushuang looked at Lin Fengmian again, her eyes were different.

It has lost some of the initial playful exploration.

It carried a touch of solemnity, and a hint of barely perceptible heat.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a rare treasure, or like sizing up a potential stock worth investing in.

"Young Master Lin...you've really surprised me."

Wen Rushuang spoke slowly, her voice returning to its languid tone, as if the deaths of these people had nothing to do with her.

She raised her hand to tidy up the stray hairs by her temples, her movements elegant and composed, her eyes and brows carrying just the right amount of smile.

Sensing the change in Wen Rushuang's gaze, Lin Fengmian's lips curled slightly, and he spoke first, with a hint of probing: "Madam Rushuang seems to have quite a bit of knowledge about elixirs?"

Wen Rushuang smiled gently, avoiding the real issue:

"I am merely curious. Your elixir is brimming with spiritual energy, like a newly formed fire. Could it be that you have a master alchemist by your side? Or perhaps you yourself are that master?"

As she spoke, she slowly took two steps closer, her peach blossom eyes fixed on Lin Fengmian, as if trying to see right through him.

Lin Fengmian slightly raised his eyes to meet her gaze, but instead of answering directly, he calmly and composedly changed the subject:

"Madam Rushuang, once I have safely escorted Fairy Jia Ning back to the city and settled her in, I will fulfill my promise and immediately go with you."

His tone was calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant, as if the bloody massacre that had just occurred had never happened.

Wen Rushuang smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with captivating charm.

"Alright, I have nothing to do right now anyway, so I'll accompany you, young master. It'll be good... I can also get to know you better along the way."

As she spoke, her red lips parted slightly, her breath was fragrant, and her voice was so soft and sweet, as if coated with honey, that it made one's bones melt.

Lin Fengmian sighed inwardly, but showed no emotion on his face.

This woman is truly like the weather in June, changing in an instant.

One moment she was a ruthless and righteous female demon, the next she was a charming and alluring enchantress.

What is she thinking? What is she planning to do next? It's completely impossible to guess.