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

In the shadows, Lin Fengmian shook his head.

"I originally wanted you to take revenge yourself and help me solve a little problem, but it seems I'll have to get involved."

Just as Lin Peishan's spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and Li Tianjue's withered claws had just touched her protective spiritual light.

Click!

It wasn't a loud bang, but a crisp, soul-rending thunderclap!

A pure, divinely punishing bolt of purple lightning struck down from the sky without warning!

It precisely struck the most crucial node at the core of the formation!

Zizizi!

This purple lightning is extremely powerful and yang, containing the mighty power to destroy evil and vanquish demons. It is the nemesis of all evil and filth in the world!

Bang! The eerie black mist formation that had trapped Lin Peishan was instantly torn apart, and all the ghostly figures and black mist vanished in an instant!

Li Tianjue was also affected by the lightning, letting out a muffled groan as his blood and qi churned within him.

Lin Peishan felt a sudden relaxation throughout her body, the pressure greatly reduced, and she looked up in surprise.

Where the lightning dissipated, a burly, dark-faced man, as imposing as an iron tower, stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, like a thunder god descending to earth.

He didn't look at Li Tianjue, but first glanced at Lin Peishan, who had staggered to her feet and looked completely bewildered, before his indifferent voice rang out:

"Using numbers to bully the few, relying on force to oppress, bullying men and tyrannizing women—the Xuan Yin Sect… truly deserves to die!"

"Who is it?!" Li Tianjue was both shocked and furious.

Lin Fengmian simply couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

His gaze locked onto Li Tianjue, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Are you practicing evil arts?"

"Coincidentally, my lightning is the best cure for all kinds of evil spirits."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fengmian raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Prison, suppress!"

Rumble!

A more powerful and condensed purple lightning bolt than the one used against the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion erupted from his center!

This time, the lightning did not disperse, but instead transformed into a destructive storm domain, engulfing Li Tianjue and dozens of Xuan Yin Sect elders and core disciples around him!

"No!! What kind of lightning magic is this?! Ah!"

Li Tianjue screamed in horror, desperately activating his natal magic weapon and protective evil energy.

Lightning flashed like a prison, and purple lightning swept across the sky.

Within that devastating domain of thunder and lightning, Li Tianjue desperately activated his natal magic weapon, and a pitch-black ghost banner flew out from his body.

As it faced the wind, it grew to a size of about ten feet. Countless ferocious ghost faces surged and howled on the banner's surface, spewing out thick, ink-black evil energy, attempting to resist the majestic power of heaven.

however--

"Sizzle—!"

Wherever the purple lightning passed, the black aura vanished instantly, like snow melted in boiling water! Those hideous ghost faces didn't even have time to utter a complete scream.

It was then transformed into wisps of green smoke amidst the extremely yang and powerful lightning, its soul scattered and its spirit dispersed!

Li Tianjue's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with disbelief and horror.

"No...impossible! My Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner! The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner I've refined for three hundred years!"

He frantically made hand seals, recklessly pouring his spiritual power into the ghost banner, and summoned several sinister magical treasures—the White Bone Nail, the Netherworld Claw, and the Soul Lock—to block in front of him.

But all of this was as fragile as paper in the face of Lin Fengmian's Nine Heavens Thunder Prison!

"Puff puff puff—!"

The bone nails shattered inch by inch, the ghostly claws turned black and curled up, and the Yin Soul Lock turned into molten iron dripping down.

Those vicious techniques and the ghosts sacrificed were all completely countered by the lightning, leaving them no room to struggle, and they turned to ashes in just a few breaths.

Thunder raged, as if to purify all evil.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast.

After the lightning dissipated, only some charred marks and a few fragments of magical artifacts, not yet completely destroyed but already dim and lifeless, remained on the spot.

Lin Fengmian glanced over them indifferently, and put away one or two fragments that were made of special materials and could be recycled, while ignoring the rest.

Wasting things is not a good habit; after all, even a small amount is still something.

Li Tianjue and the Xuan Yin Sect disciples shrouded in the Thunder Prison had been completely annihilated, their bodies and souls gone.

Those Xuan Yin Sect disciples who were lucky enough to survive the edge of Lin Fengmian's spell were already terrified, slumped on the ground trembling, and didn't even have the strength to run away.

Lin Peishan stood holding her sword, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

She stared blankly at everything before her, her red lips slightly parted, unable to utter a single word, feeling as if a wad of cotton was stuffed in her throat.

Just moments before, she was eager for revenge and single-handedly stormed into the demon's lair, only to find herself in dire straits and nearly captured by that old demon Li Tianjue to be used as a furnace for his own sustenance.

But the next moment-

The powerful and vengeful enemy who had plagued her family for ten years, and who had driven her to despair, was wiped out in a single move by the mysterious man before her.

That casual movement was as simple as crushing an ant.

Her beautiful eyes widened in shock and bewilderment.

Is this... the true strongman?

Lin Fengmian brushed aside the lingering power of the lightning around him, slowly walked to Lin Peishan, and said in a low voice:

"You want revenge, but that's not how you take revenge."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable force.

"Before seeking revenge, you must first understand the other party's background and make a thorough plan. Most importantly, don't forget to leave yourself a way out."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Xuan Yin Sect disciples sprawled on the ground, his voice turning colder:

"And we must also—eliminate them completely."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fengmian casually waved his hand.

"Puff, puff, puff—"

A flying sword swept past with precision, like a streak of light, instantly separating the corpses of the demonic sect disciples who had collapsed to the ground.

Blood splattered, and the head rolled off.

After doing all this, Lin Fengmian clapped his hands, his expression completely calm, as if he had casually disposed of a bag of trash.

Lin Peishan snapped back to her senses, quickly bowed and clasped her hands, her voice trembling:

"Junior Lin Peishan, thank you so much for saving my life, senior! Thank you for avenging my blood feud!"

She lowered her head, yet a strange sense of familiarity welled up within her.

This lightning divine power... how come it looks so much like Young Master Lin's?

Moreover, as she looked at the man in front of her, although his face was different, his languid demeanor became more and more familiar to her.

"Please wait, senior."

Lin Peishan cautiously stepped forward, looking at Lin Fengmian, and an absurd guess came to her mind.

"Forgive my boldness, but I've seen the same technique you displayed, senior, used by the current Empress's husband, Young Master Lin, in Qingyang City. May I ask what your relationship is with him?"

Lin Fengmian paused, turning slightly to the side.

Does this woman have such a keen sixth sense?

Well, since she's already seen through me, there's no need to hide it anymore.

He coughed lightly, and his bones crackled slightly as his body shifted rapidly.

His facial features became clear and handsome, his shoulders and back relaxed, and the black robe he used for disguise vanished in a flash of light, revealing the blue shirt underneath.