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

It's like facing an ancient well that's bottomless yet exudes an alluring fragrance—charming yet deadly.

This is really... a real headache.

During the journey, Yu Chan'er almost entirely nestled in Lin Fengmian's arms, her hands tightly gripping his sleeves, as if he would disappear if she let go.

She tilted her delicate face up, her almond-shaped eyes still glistening with tears, filled with longing and unease, her voice soft:

"Young master... Chan'er... Chan'er doesn't want to be separated from you... Can you please not go?"

Along the way, she naturally realized that Wen Rushuang was no ordinary person.

The woman's demeanor and imposing presence, along with her ruthless killing spree, instilled fear in her from the bottom of her heart.

Lin Fengmian stopped and looked down at her, saying gently, "Be good, go back and rest well, and refine the pills."

"My lord, I have some important matters to attend to. I will return to you as soon as I have finished."

Yu Chan'er bit her lower lip, glancing timidly at Wen Rushuang beside her, who made her feel inferior in terms of appearance, figure, temperament, and strength.

A wave of bitterness and a strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

This woman... is too dazzling, and too dangerous.

Her face was as beautiful as a goddess descended from the heavens, and her figure was exquisitely beautiful, with fullness in the right places and slenderness in the right places. A gorgeous dress perfectly outlined her curves.

Add to that his terrifying Nascent Soul stage cultivation, and his ruthless methods of killing without batting an eye...

Young Master... can he really withstand it?

Will she...?

She dared not think any further, and could only suppress her worries, nodding sensibly, her voice even lower: "I...I understand. Young master, please be careful and come back soon."

That look of reluctance, compromise, and complete dependence softened even the heart of someone as worldly-wise as Lin Fengmian.

After seeing off Yu Chan'er, who kept turning back to look at him as she finally returned to Qingyang City, Lin Fengmian turned around, his expression composed and his face calm.

He glanced at the unusually gentle and quiet Wen Rushuang and sneered inwardly.

Alright, all worries are gone.

Now, he wanted to see for himself what this mysterious woman was really up to.

Lin Fengmian's ability to survive in the Land of Desolation until now is not solely due to his Pure Yang Holy Body and the Sea King's methods.

When it's time to be cunning, one can remain a cunning and ruthless like a tortoise; when it's time to be vicious, one can transform into a man-eating beast.

Lin Fengmian felt no fear whatsoever.

Although the woman before him was a Nascent Soul cultivator with an unpredictable and capricious nature, capable of turning the world upside down with a flick of her wrist, so what?

Bring it on! I'd like to test the skills of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

A glint of eager anticipation flashed in his eyes, a casual smile played on his lips, and he gestured for Wen Rushuang to proceed.

"Madam Wen, please lead the way."

Wen Rushuang nodded and gently pointed her jade-like finger in a certain direction. The next moment, the two figures disappeared from their original positions simultaneously.

Lin Fengmian felt the scenery before him rushing backward, as if the mountains and rivers were being compressed into inches by an invisible hand and swept past him at high speed.

The speed was so fast that even divine sense couldn't keep up; everything in heaven and earth turned into blurry afterimages, and all that remained was the whistling wind.

He clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement. Was this the method of a Nascent Soul cultivator? Shrinking the earth to an inch, making the world seem so close yet so far—truly extraordinary.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in front of a deep valley.

At the end of the deep valley, nothing could be seen except for a perpetual black mist that churned endlessly.

The fog was as thick as ink, slowly writhing as if it were alive, and from time to time it emitted a chilling wailing sound, like the weeping of ghosts or the whispers of vengeful spirits, making one's scalp tingle.

An extremely cold aura emanated from the valley, making the air seem to freeze.

For the first time, Wen Rushuang's voice lost its languidness and charm, gaining a touch of solemnity and seriousness.

"That is the Xuan Yin Valley."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian frowned slightly.

When he was in the palace, he studied the geography of the Land of Absolute Spirits extensively. He knew the terrain, the distribution of spiritual energy, and the dangerous and mysterious places by heart.

He had never heard of such a place. Moreover, according to his senses, this place seemed to be very close to the Demon-Suppressing Abyss, as if there was an invisible thread connecting the two.

He immediately became alert.

Although Wen Rushuang helped her rescue Yu Chan'er, she still couldn't easily trust her.

What exactly does this woman want to do?

They actually brought him to a place like this.

Could she be a demon?

No, there's not a trace of demonic energy on her.

So what exactly is she planning?

Wen Rushuang seemed to sense his doubts, and unusually, her expression turned serious as she carefully explained:

"Young master, there is no need to be nervous. This place is very secluded, and ordinary people would never know about it."

It is not an ordinary landform, but a special existence—located in the Demon Suppression Abyss and a fragile spatial layer, its exact location is uncertain, and its entrance is extremely hidden.

"I found this entrance through an ancient, secret manual."

She paused, her gaze fixed on the churning black mist, and continued:

"Back in the day, during the great war between immortals and demons, countless human warriors perished on the outskirts of the Demon Suppression Abyss."

Their indomitable fighting spirit, their shattered souls, mingled with the sinister energy emanating from the demons both within and outside the Demon Abyss.

The extremely yin and cold nether energy condensed from the deaths and injuries of countless people here intertwined, resisted each other, and mutually generated and breathed on each other, ultimately forming this extremely special space.

For ordinary cultivators, this is a forbidden area; but for someone like me who cultivates special techniques, it is a supreme treasure.

Lin Fengmian finally understood.

No wonder it was never marked on the map.

It turns out this wasn't a normal landscape at all, but rather a place resembling a secret realm. The wonders of nature are truly beyond comprehension.

Wen Rushuang is a rare member of the Ghost Cultivation lineage.

These types of cultivators rely heavily on malevolent and yin energy for cultivation, and their need for spiritual energy is not that great.

That's why she was able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage even in a place like the Land of Desolate Spirits, where spiritual energy is extremely scarce.

This perseverance and opportunity are indeed not to be underestimated.

Wen Rushuang once told him frankly that she had come to the entrance of Xuan Yin Valley several times, but because the Xuan Yin Qi inside was too pure and domineering, she could not go deep alone and was forced to retreat each time.

The mysterious Yin energy seemed to possess a spirit, repelling all living beings, especially those like her who, despite cultivating the path of ghosts, still possessed a physical body.

But now that Lin Fengmian is here, things are different.

If his pure Yang body were to continuously release Yang energy to counteract this profound Yin power, using Yang to balance Yin, he might truly have a chance to gradually penetrate deeper.

Enter the core area and complete the cultivation she inherited.

However, the method of providing assistance...

Wen Rushuang spoke vaguely and unclearly, her eyes somewhat unfocused, as if she herself was too embarrassed to say it aloud.