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

Those peach blossom eyes, which usually carried a hint of languid charm, now had their pupils slightly constricted, sharp as a hawk, not missing a single, minute ripple on the river's surface.

The atmosphere on the bone boat suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

Wen Rushuang remained silent, only scanning her surroundings again and again.

She made a hand seal with her fingertips, and an invisible ripple of sensation quietly spread out from her center, densely covering the water area within a radius of several dozen feet, not even letting the silt at the bottom of the river escape.

He stared at it for the duration of an incense stick burning.

After confirming that there was no unusual activity nearby, the two corpse puppets seemed to have vanished into thin air as if they had never existed.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, her body suddenly relaxed, her high breasts heaving slightly, her whole body drenched in sweat from tension.

The thin garment was soaked with sweat, clinging to the skin and faintly revealing the snow-white skin underneath, outlining the slender curves of the waist.

"Maybe...maybe I'm just too nervous..."

She murmured to herself, her voice weak and feeble, clearly terrified.

You must understand that if a corpse puppet were to awaken, the two of them would be certain to die, with no chance of survival whatsoever.

She clung tightly to Lin Fengmian's arm, as if trying to draw a sense of security from him. Her soft touch trembled slightly as she pressed against Lin Fengmian's arm.

Lin Fengmian gave an awkward smile and quickly echoed:

"Yes, yes, this place is really too paranoid."

Its sudden appearance and disappearance are truly baffling. "It's alright now, let's continue crossing the river and get out of this awful place as soon as possible."

Wen Rushuang nodded obediently, a rare occurrence for her.

The two continued driving slowly forward.

The bone boat silently pierced through the viscous, murky waters of the underworld, its hull shimmering with eerie light and emitting a faint hissing sound.

Black mist swirled on the river, creating a deathly atmosphere. Occasionally, one or two pale hand bones would rise from the bottom of the water and then slowly sink back down, making Wen Rushuang's heart tighten with fear.

The two people on the boat, one still shaken, was on high alert for the possibility of the corpse puppets appearing again nearby. He was running his spiritual power to the limit and spreading his divine sense like a net, not daring to relax for a moment.

The other one appeared calm and collected on the surface, but was actually overjoyed inside.

Lin Fengmian remained outwardly calm, but his mind had already sunk into the space of the jade pendant.

Looking at the two Xuan Yin Corpse Puppets soaking in the Yin Ming Pond in the Spirit Spring Space, and the small pool of Xuan Ming Water, he was extremely excited.

These are all treasures!

Each of the two corpse puppets exuded a chilling, desolate aura of death; they were burly, with bulging muscles and large joints.

Although he was immobilized by the immense power of the jade pendant's space, the Yin energy swirling around him remained so dense that it was impossible to dissipate.

Like two dormant volcanoes, ready to erupt at any moment.

And the dark, mysterious water was an unexpected delight.

Thick as paste, pitch black as ink, it lay quietly in the isolated corner of the spiritual spring space, without leaking out even the slightest trace of its aura.

This thing is said to be so powerful that even a goose feather cannot float on it, and even immortals cannot cross it. It can dissolve all things, and even the magic treasures of a Golden Core cultivator cannot withstand it. Yet, he has quietly collected a small pool of it.

"As expected, my spiritual spring space is truly amazing; it can really hold anything! It's terrifyingly powerful!"

Lin Fengmian secretly sighed in his heart, feeling more and more delighted. If that old ghost Feng Lu knew that he had brought back two Xuan Yin Corpse Puppets for him in one go, he would probably be so excited that he would kneel down and call him father on the spot.

However, there's no rush.

He suppressed his elation and remained calm as he continued to cross the river with Wen Rushuang.

Finally, the bone boat slowly approached the shore.

The two successfully crossed the oppressive River of Dark Yin.

The scene before us was even darker than that on the river.

The profound Yin energy ahead was almost solidifying, with wisps of gray-black mist intertwining and swirling in mid-air.

It was as thick as ink dropped into clear water, slowly spreading.

The air was filled with a decaying and ancient scent, as if no one had set foot here for thousands of years.

I don't know how long we've been traveling.

The ground beneath my feet suddenly changed its appearance.

The two stepped onto a bridge made of pale, bone fragments. The bridge was constructed from the skeletons of countless unknown creatures, some humanoid, some animaloid, and others with enormous, unrecognizable joints.

The bones had long since turned yellow and black, and the surface was covered with dense cracks, yet they still stubbornly supported the bridge deck.

The bridge was swaying precariously, and every step made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Below was a bottomless abyss, like the gaping maw of a colossal abyss beast. The darkness was thick and viscous, as if a giant hand could reach out at any moment and drag people into the bottomless abyss.

The two carefully crossed the bone bridge.

An ancient stone tablet, three zhang tall, stands in front.

The stone tablet is entirely black, with rust marks on its surface, and it is unknown how many years it has stood here.

The monument is covered with traces of the erosion of time, with crisscrossing cracks, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

However, two ancient runes were faintly engraved on the stone tablet, with vigorous strokes and an indescribable mysterious charm.

Wen Rushuang stepped forward excitedly, her slender fingers gently stroking the two runes, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"This...this is the Xuan Yin Boundary Marker!"

Her eyes shone, and her voice trembled with excitement.

"Only here can I resolve the backlash from the Yin energy within my body, thereby breaking through to the next level of the Profound Yin Technique and fully receiving the inheritance!"

Without wasting words, Wen Rushuang immediately sat down cross-legged and began to fully circulate her internal energy.

The dense Yin energy around her surged toward her like a tide, and the gray-black mist spun wildly, forming a visible vortex of spiritual energy around her.

A faint purple light emanated from her, her black hair moved without wind, and her alluring face now held a solemn expression.

A hint of majesty, quite different from his usual demeanor, subtly appeared between his brows.

Lin Fengmian, however, was not in a hurry to cultivate.

He first scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, searching for any possible spatial rifts, but was very disappointed to discover a fact.

This is not the end of Xuan Yin Valley.

The space here remains very stable, the stone walls are intact, and there is not a trace of cracks in the void.

"Oh well, what's done is done."

He found a flat rock to sit on and carefully guided a wisp of Yin energy into his body.

"hiss--!"

As soon as it entered his body, Lin Fengmian gasped in pain!

The feeling was like thousands of ice needles piercing his bone marrow, the cold and corrosive power raging wildly, causing him to turn pale and break out in a cold sweat.

That wisp of dark energy, like a hungry venomous snake, rampaged through his meridians, devouring all life along its path.