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

Lin Fengmian, however, sensed something amiss.

It will likely require a considerable degree of physical contact, and perhaps even the merging of spiritual energy. The deeper the contact, the better the effect. As for whether or not to engage in dual cultivation, it's still uncertain at this point.

Lin Fengmian remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was quickly making plans.

The risks are undeniable.

Xuan Yin Valley is close to the Demon-Suppressing Abyss, with an eerie environment and Wen Rushuang's unpredictable thoughts. But the opportunities are equally tempting.

First, the spatial barriers of this kind of spatial interlayer are often more fragile than those of the Spirit Realm.

This might be the breakthrough he has been searching for for a long time, a way to leave the Land of Desolation and return to the Xuanling Continent.

Secondly, although the extreme Yin energy clashed with his pure Yang constitution, things always turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme.

The essence of his cultivation of the "Great Sun Pagoda Technique" is to temper himself by utilizing all extreme environments.

If he can withstand and adapt to the erosion of the Yin energy, his physical strength will surely improve further, and even his Yin-Yang Core Formation will be enhanced.

"Fortune favors the bold... and besides, I can also find out more about this woman and this secret place."

His past life's aquaman instincts allowed him to shrewdly assess risks. With a beautiful woman by his side, he could strengthen his foundation and find his way home... This deal seemed worth the risk.

"That sounds...interesting."

Lin Fengmian stroked his chin, revealing a cynical smile.

"However, Mrs. Wen, we need to get this straight. Helping is fine, but how to help, to what extent, who will step up in case of danger, how to share good finds... shouldn't we establish some rules first?"

Seeing how quickly he switched from wariness to bargaining mode, a hint of surprise flashed in Wen Rushuang's peach blossom eyes, followed by a soft chuckle as she covered her mouth:

"Young Master Lin is truly...endearingly cautious. Alright, then so be it, let's make a three-point agreement."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian felt a sense of relief and muttered to himself:

"As expected, in this desolate place, this woman must be extremely dependent on my pure yang essence. Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to my bargaining terms."

……

The entrance to Xuan Yin Valley is hidden behind an inconspicuous stone gate at the end of the deep valley.

The stone gate was ancient and weathered, covered with densely packed, mysterious runes that were almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Wen Rushuang led Lin Fengmian through the icy, bone-chilling gray fog that severely hampered their spiritual senses. Space suddenly distorted.

The moment the two stepped inside.

"Ugh—!"

A strange, eerie wind howled, as if a thousand wronged souls were wailing in one's ears. The sound was sharp and piercing, drilling straight into the bones.

Lin Fengmian tensed up.

The Pure Yang Holy Body, like a blazing flame in the night, instantly became the center of attention.

The gray, dark energy that had been slowly flowing around him suddenly surged towards him like bees drawn to nectar.

The gray mist surged at a visible speed, converging from all directions to form a huge vortex that surrounded Lin Fengmian at the center.

The pure yang shield that automatically rose around Lin Fengmian came into contact with the yin energy, emitting a "sizzling" sound of corrosion, like cold water being poured into a hot oil pan.

The white mist mingled and collided with the gray yin energy, emitting a piercing hiss.

What's more troublesome is that the chaotic demonic thoughts and vengeful whispers mixed in with the fog began to desperately try to penetrate his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Kill...I hate it..."

"The yang energy... swallowed him..."

"It smells so good... such a wonderful fragrance of yang energy..."

Countless chaotic thoughts surged in like a tide, carrying resentment, greed, and madness, attempting to erode his sanity.

Lin Fengmian frowned, rapidly circulating the Great Sun Pagoda Technique, his blood and qi surging within his body like a furnace, barely managing to resist the erosion.

"Young Master Lin, quickly conceal your aura!"

Wen Rushuang's voice rang out.

She had abandoned her languid demeanor, her expression becoming exceptionally solemn. Her cultivation method belonged to the Yin-Yang lineage, which allowed her to thrive here, but her face was slightly pale at this moment.

"The yin energy here possesses sentience; it loathes living beings, especially pure yang energy. Stay close to me, and don't stray more than three steps away!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Gah—!"

The swirling gray mist around them suddenly coalesced, transforming into seven or eight twisted, painful, and grotesque ghost faces that opened their mouths and pounced on Lin Fengmian, whose yang energy was at its peak.

The grotesque faces were twisted and deformed; some were missing half their faces, some had their eyeballs dangling outside their eye sockets, and some had mouths split to their ears. Each one exuded a nauseating and sinister aura.

"This is such a hassle."

Lin Fengmian's eyes turned cold. Instead of retreating, he advanced, gathering power in his right fist, and his pure Yang Qi and blood erupted.

"break!"

The fist, carrying scorching yang fire, slammed into the ghost face at the forefront, like the blazing sun breaking through the dawn.

"laugh--!"

The ghostly face was pierced by the yang fire, letting out a shrill shriek before dissipating into black smoke.

The remaining ghostly faces suddenly froze, while in the deeper black mist, countless pairs of cold, eerie eyes seemed to be slowly opening.

Those eyes, densely packed and layered, gleamed with a cold, eerie green light in the darkness, like demons peering down from the depths of hell.

Lin Fengmian threw a punch.

The fist wind, carrying scorching yang fire, exploded like a blazing sun, its golden-red light creating a visible shockwave in the gray mist.

The surging, roaring airwaves forced the surrounding gray fog back somewhat.

The ghostly faces floating in mid-air were struck head-on by the force of the punch, instantly emitting a piercing screech.

The sound was so sharp it seemed to tear eardrums apart, and it was like the painful wails of countless wronged souls at the same moment.

Under the scorching heat of pure yang fire, the ghost face twisted, writhed, and shattered, its features melting and deforming in the flames, eventually turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

But more and more ghostly faces are emerging from the depths of the black fog.

Densely packed, layer upon layer, seemingly without end.

They twisted, howled, and lunged forward with bared teeth and claws, their faces etched with pain, resentment, and greed.

Some were missing half of their faces, revealing dark, empty holes inside;

Some of their eyeballs dangled outside their eye sockets, swaying back and forth with the pounce of the beast;

Some had mouths that stretched all the way to their ears, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth.

What's even more troublesome is—

Even after the shattered ghost faces dissipated, the black aura did not completely disappear.

Some of them circled in the air a few times, wriggling as if they were alive, before reforming into new ghost faces.

Although it was smaller than before, it was more solid and ferocious, and the ghostly light in its eyes was even more bloodthirsty.

Some, like venomous snakes, slithered silently along the ground, and when Lin Fengmian was off guard, they suddenly wrapped around his right hand.

The moment the black energy touched his skin, it instantly seeped in.

A chilling, bone-piercing aura, like a steel needle, pierced through the marrow, instantly breaching the protective spiritual energy.

Lin Fengmian's entire right arm went numb and stiffened in an instant, as if it had been frozen into an ice sculpture.