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

Wen Rushuang's voice rang in Lin Fengmian's ears, her breath as fragrant as orchids, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, yet carrying a hint of urgency and tension.

Lin Fengmian's body tensed instantly.

This woman is so mean! Does she think she can just touch me there like that?

But reason made him do it immediately.

He forcibly suppressed the alluring thoughts brought on by his Neptune instincts, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and slowly channeled the pure Yang essence within his body.

The golden-red light rose from his dantian and flowed slowly along his meridians to Wen Rushuang's hand that was pressing on his lower abdomen.

The next moment—

"Buzz!"

Two completely different spiritual energies forcibly connected and merged between the two tightly pressed bodies in an almost brutal manner.

Under the pressure of the external dire situation, Lin Fengmian's pure Yang essence, which is extremely Yang and strong, and Wen Rushuang's Yin and cold Yin magic power, actually began to cycle in Yin and Yang on their own.

The golden-red masculine power and the pale white yin power intertwined and entwined, like two dragons circling back and forth between the two, forming a perfect closed loop.

Lin Fengmian was stunned.

The compatibility between this woman's body and his own was astonishing. If they were to unite in yin and yang, how much would his cultivation level increase? He might even be able to form his core on the spot!

In this extremely intimate state, the two could almost feel each other's heartbeats, tense muscles, and the most primal tremors and palpitations in their meridians.

Lin Fengmian felt an amazing softness and warmth coming from his back, and his Yang energy became even more restless.

That pure yang energy surged and churned through his meridians like a ignited flame, desperately trying to break free of its restraints and merge more deeply with the yin energy behind him.

However, Wen Rushuang suddenly discovered that the warm current emanating from Lin Fengmian's body not only dispelled the surrounding chill but also restored her meridians and dantian, which had been frozen for many years.

A tingling, numbing sensation, unlike anything I've ever felt before, washed over me.

The feeling was like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, soothing her long-parched meridians and making her spiritual energy flow more smoothly.

"Young Master Lin, don't overthink it! Keep the cycle going!"

Wen Rushuang clenched her teeth, seemingly reminding Lin Fengmian.

She was still reminding herself. Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of panic that she herself was unaware of.

After that, the two fell silent, focusing intently on maintaining this fragile balance of yin and yang, struggling forward through the increasingly dense ghostly fog.

Every step is a matter of life and death.

The ghostly mist surged around them like a living thing, repeatedly trying to invade the protective aura of the two, only to be repelled time and again by the barrier formed by the intertwining of pure yang essence and yin magic power.

The two of them traveled through the black fog like a small boat in a raging storm, which could be swallowed up at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the fog in front of us finally began to thin out.

As the two staggered out of the canyon, the black mist behind them was blocked by an invisible boundary and could no longer spread over.

The black mist churned at the boundary for a while, letting out a few low roars as if unwilling to give up, before finally slowly receding.

Wen Rushuang then loosened her arms around Lin Fengmian as if all her strength had been drained.

Of course, there's also that restless hand.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

She had her back to Lin Fengmian, seemingly calming the surging spiritual energy within her body, or perhaps concealing something.

Lin Fengmian also breathed a sigh of relief. Nearly half of his spiritual energy had been consumed, and his pure yang essence had also been greatly depleted.

He stretched his limbs and felt the lingering soft touch on his back, which made his heart flutter slightly.

I never expected that Wen Rushuang, this datura flower, would be shy.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing lingering fear and a hint of unspoken complexity in each other's eyes.

Some things have quietly changed in the face of life and death and in close collaboration.

After taking a short break, the two continued on their way.

The terrain ahead gradually sloped down, and the chill and moisture in the air grew increasingly intense.

Although the black mist was not as thick as before, it was even colder and more biting, as if it could penetrate the skin and go straight to the bone marrow.

The ground beneath our feet began to become slippery, with dark green moss faintly covering the rock surface, exuding a musty smell.

Lin Fengmian noticed that Wen Rushuang's pace had slowed down a bit, clearly indicating that the exertion she had just experienced had a significant impact on her.

But she continued walking ahead, showing no sign of backing down.

Her back remained straight, and her steps were still composed, but Lin Fengmian could see the fine beads of sweat seeping from the back of her neck and her slightly trembling fingertips.

"How much further?" Lin Fengmian asked in a low voice.

Wen Rushuang didn't turn around, but said softly:

"It's almost here. I can feel that the core area is not far ahead."

Her voice carried an undisguised anticipation, as well as a hint of wariness.

After taking a short break, the two continued forward.

The deeper you go, the lower the terrain becomes, and the surrounding rock walls seem to have been crushed by some enormous force, tilting downwards in layers.

The yin energy in the air grew heavier and heavier. At first, it was just like a thin mist clinging to the feet, but later it turned into wisps of gray-black cold silk, wandering along the skin and making one's bones feel cold.

As Lin Fengmian walked, he secretly circulated his spiritual energy to protect his heart meridian.

He possesses a pure yang body, which is inherently full of yang energy, so ordinary yin and cold energy cannot get close to him.

But the yin energy here is different; it is cold and gloomy, with an indescribable sense of decay and death, as if even spirituality can be gradually extinguished.

The river stretched across the valley floor, several tens of feet wide. Its surface was pitch black, like stagnant water, and as thick as solidified syrup. At a glance, there was not a ripple.

Above the river, the gloomy atmosphere was so thick it was almost tangible, and wisps of black mist slowly rose and then silently dissipated in mid-air.

The chilling aura, even from afar, sent shivers down one's spine and made one's soul tremble.

Wen Rushuang did not immediately try to cross the river.

She stood on the riverbank, her expression more solemn than ever before, her beautiful eyes fixed on the still river surface, as if searching for something.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice low and deep:

"This river... looks like it won't be easy to cross."

Lin Fengmian was somewhat puzzled and was about to speak when Wen Rushuang continued to explain solemnly:

"This is the water of the underworld. It is said that even a goose feather cannot float on it, and even immortals cannot cross it."

A single drop of it can freeze the soul and melt flesh, making it one of the most treacherous terrains in the Xuan Yin Valley.

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the riverbed, and lowered her voice even further:

"Besides, there are also many Xuan Yin Corpse Puppets sleeping at the bottom of this river."

Lin Fengmian was completely confused and couldn't help but ask:

"What is the Xuan Yin Corpse Puppet?"

Wen Rushuang spoke slowly, her tone tinged with apprehension:

"The Xuan Yin Corpse Puppet is the remains of a powerful human who perished here during the ancient war between immortals and demons."