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

After giving his orders, the trusted aide quietly returned to the outside of the hall. Seeing his subordinate leave, Yu Changkun couldn't help but sneer.

The old Marquis will surely appreciate this generous gift.

Then, I'll be rewarded... Hehehe, big brother, you really have a good daughter. Such extraordinary wealth, I, Yu Changkun, will accept it!

Yu Changhe, seated at the head of the table, looked at Lin Fengmian with incredibly complex emotions. His daughter's heart was completely devoted to this man...

Unfortunately, all the troubles that befell the Yu family also stemmed from this person.

He respected his daughter's wishes, but he was, after all, the head of the clan.

This young man was indeed handsome and had an extraordinary demeanor.

Unfortunately, in the cultivation world, strength is paramount; without it, everything is meaningless. Now that the Empress is still in seclusion, how can a mere cultivator like him possibly contend with the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion, so eager for revenge?

Yu Changhe suppressed his chaotic thoughts and ultimately sided with his daughter. He knew his daughter too well; she had been stubborn and headstrong since childhood, and once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

Since she has chosen Lin Fengmian, he, as her father, has no choice but to accept it. He urgently addressed the two princes:

"Young Master Lin, this place is not safe to stay any longer. Please take my daughter and leave immediately."

He wanted his daughter to leave with Lin Fengmian and go far away from the troubles here, so that he, as the father, could bear the family's wrath.

But Yu Changkun slowly stood up, blocking his way with a forced smile. He stood with his hands behind his back, a fake smile on his face, and slowly began to speak:

"Wait! Do you think you can just come and go as you please in the Yu family? You're not leaving today!"

"Second brother, what do you want to do?!" Yu Changhe glared angrily.

"Brother, don't be in a hurry." Yu Changkun turned to Lin Fengmian, feigning a cupped-hand salute with a fake smile on his face.

"Young Master Lin's presence is an honor to our Yu family. How could we not treat you well? Perhaps... we would like to invite you to stay and rest for a while?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the elders immediately understood and dropped their last bit of pretense.

The Grand Elder Yu Dechang, seated at the head of the table, snorted coldly. He slowly stood up; his withered figure, illuminated by the lamplight, resembled an old tree stump, yet his cloudy old eyes were sharp as knives, piercing directly at Lin Fengmian.

"Hmph! The calamity that befell my Yu family today all stems from this boy! His arrival is just in time. Capture him and hand him over to the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion for punishment. Perhaps this can appease the Marquis's anger and save my Yu family from this predicament!"

"The Elder is absolutely right!" A wrinkled elder immediately echoed, slapping the armrest so hard that the teacups jingled.

"That's exactly right! We must make this boy give the Marquis's mansion an explanation!" Another clan elder stood up, his white beard trembling.

"Take him down!"

"Yes! Take him down!"

Several elders echoed this sentiment, their gazes toward Lin Fengmian now filled with hostility, and a subtle urge to surround him was forming.

Among them were those at the early stage of Golden Core and those at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. At this moment, they all released their spiritual pressure, and the air in the hall suddenly became thick and heavy.

Yu Chan'er trembled with anger. She could feel the spiritual pressure pressing down on her like a tidal wave, her chest felt tight, and she could hardly breathe.

But she didn't back down. She stepped forward, shielding Lin Fengmian behind her, and angrily said:

"How dare you! Why should the young master answer to anyone? Even if Zhou Hanshan himself came, he wouldn't be worthy..."

"Shut up! You unfilial brat! How dare you address the Marquis by his given name!"

The elder, his beard and hair bristling, interrupted sharply. He raised a withered finger, pointing it directly at Yu Chan'er, the tip almost touching her nose, spittle flying everywhere:

"Yu Chan'er, you have utterly disgraced the Yu family! You have willingly stooped to become someone else's concubine, bringing disaster upon your family! Your father has raised a daughter like you; you are a disgrace to the Yu family!"

After berating Yu Chan'er, he turned to Lin Fengmian, his cloudy old eyes filled with contempt and disdain: "And you, Lin Fengmian! You're just relying on the Empress's power to bully others! Without the Empress's protection, what are you? Nothing at all!"

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out in the main hall!

This sound was louder than the combined agreement of everyone who had just seconded it. It was crisper than the exploding spirit lamp. It was more deafening than the thunder outside the main hall.

The speed was so fast that no one could see the movement clearly; they only felt a blur as it passed by. That blur was so faint that it almost blended into the air, and could not be detected by the naked eye at all.

The next second—

The elder, who had just been shouting sternly, was sent flying backwards like a dead dog that had been slapped away by a tremendous force!

His body traced a pathetic arc in the air, his mouthful of old teeth spitting out blood, which, under the light of the lamp, resembled a cloud of blood mist.

With a loud crash, he slammed into a pillar in the palace. The massive pillar, made of thousand-year-old ironwood, trembled violently and dust began to fall.

"puff!"

The elder collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his head lolling to the side, almost fainting on the spot.

Half of his face swelled up visibly, becoming high and turning from red to purple, then to black.

"Ah... my teeth... you... how dare you..."

The First Elder collapsed to the ground, groaning incoherently. His mouth was slurred, most of his teeth had been knocked out, and his speech was unclear. His gaze toward Lin Fengmian was filled with fear and resentment.

On the main seat, Yu Changhe's pupils contracted.

Even as a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, he could only catch a faint afterimage!

That slap!

fast!

It's so fast!

He had lived for decades and considered himself quite knowledgeable, but he had never heard of such speed and power before.

This is no weakling who climbed the social ladder by relying on women! He's clearly a hidden master!

Yu Changhe's heart was in turmoil, and when he looked at Lin Fengmian again, his eyes were completely different.

Lin Fengmian slowly withdrew his hand, took out a white handkerchief, and slowly wiped his fingers as if they were dirty.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping lightly over the instantly silent room. His dark eyes were terrifyingly calm, like a bottomless, icy pool, without a ripple, yet sending chills down one's spine.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the Grand Elder, who lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog:

"Old man, you can say whatever you want. I'm in a good mood, so maybe I can put up with it."

"But you dare to insult my girl Chan'er..."

Lin Fengmian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a chilling killing intent spread out. That killing intent was intangible and formless, yet everyone in the hall clearly felt it. It was as if they were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, their spines turned cold, their scalps tingled, and they dared not even breathe heavily.

"Are you tired of living?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire front hall fell silent.

All the elders fell silent, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Lin Fengmian. They, as Golden Core cultivators, hadn't even seen what happened!

This Lin Fengmian... is definitely not the useless person the rumors say he is!