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

The aged voice echoed in her mind, carrying both allure and chilling intent.

"what?"

Just then, the old monster's soul suddenly became alert and turned its head.

Lin Fengmian returned, with a burly Yinming Corpse King standing beside him.

At this moment, the ancient corpse king's eyes flickered with golden light, radiating an ancient battle intent that made his heart tremble!

"How is this possible?! You can actually control the Corpse Demon..."

The old monster screamed, its voice filled with fear for the first time.

"The practice of possession is against the natural order; fellow Daoist, please stop!"

The sound emanating from the Yinming Corpse King was none other than the thunderous roar of a battle spirit! The sound was like the fury of heaven, carrying an irresistible pressure!

"No--!"

A golden battle spirit erupted from the Corpse King's body, transforming into a giant axe that could annihilate souls, and fiercely cleaved towards that ancient soul!

"ah--!!!"

Amidst the piercing screams, Master Wen Rushuang's soul was inch by inch ground and burned by the power of the battle spirit! The black smoke-like fragments of her soul struggled and dissipated in the golden light, eventually turning into nothingness!

As the last wisp of black smoke dissipated, the phantom of the battle spirit also faded completely. The Corpse Demon stood frozen in place, the ghostly flames in its eyes extinguished, and it transformed back into a cold battle puppet.

"Young Master Lu...?"

Wen Rushuang weakly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief:

"Why...did you come back...?"

"Don't speak! Heal your wounds quickly!"

Lin Fengmian rushed over and stuffed several life-saving pills into her mouth, his voice low and firm:

"I, Lin Fengmian, will never owe a woman a life!"

Lin Fengmian didn't waste any words. He strode to Wen Rushuang's side and poured out a life-saving pill that emitted a warm, lustrous glow from the jade bottle.

It was shoved directly into her slightly open mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed into her limbs and bones. On Wen Rushuang's face, which was so pale it was almost translucent...

Finally, a trace of color returned to her face, and the slight rise and fall of her chest gradually stabilized.

As her master's soul was completely obliterated by the ancient war spirit, the complete inherited memories within that soul burst forth like a flood.

It surged into Wen Rushuang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"So... so this inheritance of mine was all part of his scheme against me from the very beginning!"

She murmured to herself, her voice hoarse and trembling, and a sudden surge of indescribable sorrow and anger welled up in her eyes, which had just regained their clarity.

The inherited memories clearly recorded that her master—no, that old monster—had taken her as his disciple from the very beginning in order to possess her body!

The so-called inheritance and the so-called opportunity are all carefully woven traps, waiting for her to cultivate to be strong enough and her soul to be refined enough before they devour her in one fell swoop!

However, before she could fully process all this information, a sudden change occurred!

The enormous stone tablet that once stood at the site of the Netherworld Boundary Monument suddenly trembled violently! A jet-black vortex burst open on the tablet's surface!

The vortex was deep and bottomless, as if connected to the deepest hell, from which pure and incomparably profound Yin energy continuously surged, rolling like thick ink and sweeping like a cold tide!

"not good!"

Lin Fengmian's expression changed drastically!

The vortex formed by the mysterious Yin energy generated a terrifying suction force!

The suction force was so strong that it far exceeded the methods of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, and it swept up Wen Rushuang, who was closest to it, in an instant!

"Young Master Lin—!"

Wen Rushuang cried out in surprise as her body was pulled forward by the vortex!

Lin Fengmian's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively reached out to grab...

His fingertips almost touched the hem of her clothes, but the suction force of the Xuan Yin Qi was too terrifying, and it actually snatched her away from his fingertips!

At the last moment before being swept into the vortex, Wen Rushuang turned her head with difficulty.

Those eyes, stripped of all pretense, all wantonness and coquettishness, revealed only the most genuine vulnerability and reluctance of a delicate woman.

She looked at him intently for a moment, a very faint smile appearing on her lips.

That smile contained gratitude, regret, and something else that was hard to describe.

"Take care, my lord... I owe you... I can only repay you in the next life."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure was swallowed up by the Xuan Yin vortex in a flash, disappearing without a trace.

"Wen Rushuang—!"

Lin Fengmian roared and instinctively tried to leap into the vortex!

But as soon as he moved, the vortex suddenly contracted with a roar and disappeared into the stone tablet, as if it had never existed.

Lin Fengmian's lunges missed, his hands grasping only a cold void.

He stood there, stunned, his outstretched hand still hanging in mid-air, his fingertips still carrying a trace of the fabric of her clothes.

A sudden emptiness filled my heart.

Throughout the journey, this woman's personality displayed stark contrasts. She appeared charming and alluring, yet unrestrained and constantly addressed others as "young master."

But in reality... she was extremely sensitive and conservative; even the slightest accidental touch from him would make her angry for half a day.

He doesn't seem like a Nascent Soul cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years at all.

Yet this contradictory woman, at the last moment, desperately bought him time, using her own soul to hold off the old monster.

He could only watch helplessly as she was swallowed by the vortex.

"Boom—!"

Before he could recover from this immense disappointment, the entire Xuan Yin Valley suddenly began to shake violently!

Rocks collapsed and the ground cracked open with huge, bottomless fissures, from which crimson magma gushed forth!

The sky above also cracked open with countless spiderweb-like fissures, and large pieces of void fragments peeled away, revealing the endless darkness behind them.

This dilapidated place is about to collapse!

"Holy crap! This is a disaster!"

Lin Fengmian felt a chill run down his spine. He forcibly suppressed the emptiness and stinging pain in his heart and quickly calmed down. He took out the Boundary-Breaking Pearl he had prepared beforehand and infused it with spiritual power—

A spatial rift suddenly appeared before our eyes!

Black gas surged through the crack, its edges twisting and undulating, but the overall structure remained relatively stable.

He gritted his teeth, steeling his resolve—damn it, I'll risk it all!

"Wen Rushuang, you wait! I will find you!"

After saying that, he leaped into the crevice and disappeared from the spot.

The Xuan Yin Valley behind them had completely collapsed amidst a deafening roar, turning into nothingness.

Before being completely swallowed by darkness, Lin Fengmian took one last look at the spot where Wen Rushuang had disappeared, and then at the direction in which the faintly visible Xuan Yin Qi flowed in the crack—it was surprisingly consistent.

His heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... that this vortex is the entrance to the Xuan Yin Realm?

"Just who is this woman's master? A ghost cultivator from the Xuan Yin Realm? Could she really be from the Xuan Yin Realm?"

With this enormous question in mind, his consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

"Bang--!"

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fengmian crashed heavily onto a hard floor, wincing in pain as if his internal organs were churning.