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

The gates of the Yu family's residence slowly opened.

Lin Fengmian, dressed in black, stepped leisurely out of the door with his hands behind his back. Yu Chan'er followed obediently beside him, her fair hand gently holding his arm.

Behind them, a group of Yu family elders, led by Yu Changhe, were all deathly pale, their legs were weak, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The Yu family is now facing immense trouble, with Lin Fengmian, the god of death, bringing disaster to the front, and the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion and the Lieyang Sect's army pressing in from behind. The Yu family is on the verge of collapse; today, they may truly be doomed.

Lin Fengmian didn't stop walking, but his divine sense had already reached out and swept across the entire long street. He silently made plans in his mind, but a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Two Golden Core Great Perfection cultivators, three late-stage Golden Core cultivators, six mid-stage Golden Core cultivators, nine early-stage Golden Core cultivators, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators... Not a small lineup, but unfortunately, they're all just chickens and dogs."

"You little beast! You've finally decided to give up?!"

Upon seeing Lin Fengmian, Marquis Zhou Hanshan of Zhenyuan's eyes instantly blazed with boundless hatred, his voice hoarse with excitement: "You killed my grandson Zhou Ye, today I will make you pay for this in blood! I will tear your soul from your body and refine it, so that you may never be reincarnated!"

Elder He, the red-robed elder of the Blazing Sun Sect, also stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, echoing far and wide:

"Lin Fengmian! Considering your past relationship with the Empress, and with the order of Palace Master Zhao, if you kneel down and confess your sins, destroy your dantian, sever your limbs, and gouge out your eyes, you may be spared, but you will be imprisoned in the Blazing Sun Dungeon for a hundred years!"

"Hahaha!"

Marquis Zhou Hanshan of Zhenyuan grinned maliciously, "Palace Master Zhao is truly merciful! In my opinion, such a wicked creature should be killed on the spot! However, if he is willing to confess his crimes, I have no objection!"

At this moment, in the Blazing Sun Sect's ranks, the black-robed, masked disciple suddenly ripped off his mask, revealing a pale face twisted with resentment. This person was none other than Zhao Yan, whose cultivation dantian had been destroyed by Lin Fengmian!

"Lin Fengmian!!!"

Zhao Yan's eyes were bloodshot, his voice shrill and ghostly: "You ruined my path to immortality, you destroyed my future! This is an irreconcilable feud! Elder He, Lord Zhou! Stop wasting your breath on him! I want to watch him be torn to pieces with my own eyes!!"

Lin Fengmian raised an eyebrow slightly, then suddenly realized, chuckled and shook his head: "Who do we have here? It's you, my defeated foe. I spared your life that day, and instead of trying to survive, you're rushing to your death?"

"You arrogant brat!" Elder He roared.

Zhao Yan was trembling with rage, and screamed, "Attack! Attack now! I want Lin Fengmian dead! Immediately! Right now!!"

Upon hearing this, the crimson flames on the disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect suddenly surged, and the heat wave distorted the long street.

The armored soldiers of the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion stepped forward in unison, their armor surging like a tide, causing the stone slabs of the long street to crack inch by inch.

Yu Chan'er clung tightly to Lin Fengmian's arm, while Yu Changhe, his face ashen, still stood behind him, gritting his teeth. The sky above Qingyang City grew tense; a bloody battle was imminent.

Yu Chan'er, who was standing to the side, was already pale with fright after witnessing this. Although she came from a family of cultivators, she had never seen such a scene before.

A dark mass of Zhenyuan Marquis's private soldiers surged in like a tide, while the elite disciples of the Lieyang Sect were enveloped in raging flames, their killing intent almost tangible, making it hard to breathe. Yet even so, she remained by Lin Fengmian's side, never leaving his side.

Her small hands gripped his sleeve tightly, her knuckles white and trembling slightly, but she didn't take a single step back.

Lin Fengmian sensed her nervousness and turned to give her a gentle smile. That smile was as always...

With a touch of nonchalant laziness, he seemed to regard the overwhelming killing formation before him as nothing more than a trivial farce.

He gently patted the back of her hand, his voice soft: "Chan'er, don't worry."

He turned to look at the crowd surrounding him and sneered. The languor and gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unparalleled domineering aura that looked down upon the world.

"I used to think about developing my skills discreetly, believing that taking a step back would open up a whole new world—"

He muttered to himself, yet his voice carried clearly throughout the entire hall.

"Now I realize that all of that was just my Confucian influence from my past life, making me somewhat out of place in this world. In this cultivation world, the weak get bullied!"

His gaze slowly swept over the sect elders present, and over the hundreds of elite soldiers in the dark mass. The coldness in his eyes was like that of ten thousand years of ice, chilling people to the bone.

"If someone's been bullied too much, everyone will think they're easy to bully!"

He slowly raised his eyes, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips.

"Since everyone thinks I, Lin Fengmian, am a good-for-nothing who relies on women, then today I will use the blood of your Zhenyuan Marquis's Mansion and the Lieyang Sect to proclaim to the world—I, Lin Fengmian, am merely too lazy to take action, not someone to be manipulated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his cultivation level was revealed.

Instantly, a powerful aura erupted from his body! That aura started from the Foundation Establishment stage and, after a few breaths, reached the early Core Formation stage, the middle Core Formation stage, the late Core Formation stage, and the Great Perfection of Core Formation!

But that wasn't all. The spiritual energy, so pure it was almost tangible, was actually subtly surpassing that of a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage!

Like an ancient beast awakening, it burst forth from his body!

The entire city of Qingyang was instantly transformed!

Above the sky, the once clear sky suddenly darkened, with dark clouds churning like boiling water, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder! The spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles surged wildly, as if stirred by an invisible hand, forming visible vortexes of spiritual energy!

Along the long street, the bluestone slabs cracked inch by inch, the pavilions on both sides trembled, and tiles flew everywhere! Those cultivators with slightly lower cultivation levels felt a suffocating pressure rushing towards them, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt on the ground!

"The...True Perfection of Core Formation?!"

"No! This spiritual energy quality... is even purer than that of an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! How is this possible!"

"Is he...is he really that good-for-nothing?!"

Exclamations rose and fell, and everyone's gaze toward Lin Fengmian changed. Fear, shock, disbelief—a mix of emotions swirled together.

Just as tensions were rising, a series of orderly footsteps came from the other end of the long street.

A woman dressed in a moon-white robe, with a refined and elegant demeanor, led fifty guards from the prefectural governor's mansion, all possessing a powerful aura, to hastily arrive. It was none other than Lin Peishan, the prefect of Qingyang.

From afar, she could see the dark mass of Zhenshan Guards from the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion, as well as the surging flames emanating from the elite disciples of the Lieyang Sect.

The oppressive atmosphere was almost tangible, making it difficult to breathe. A flicker of fear crossed her beautiful eyes, and she paused slightly in her steps.

But when he thought of the Empress's past kindness to him, and of how Empress Su Miaoxue had stood up against all opposition to clear his name, his heart palpitations turned back into a cold, resolute expression.

She took a deep breath, resolutely stood on Lin Fengmian's side, and gave him a graceful bow.

"Prefect Lin Peishan of Qingyang pays his respects to Young Master Lin! I am late in coming to your aid, please forgive me!"