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

He had no doubt that the arrogant and domineering bastard who usurped his position as sect leader and attempted to seize control of the sect was going to be in big trouble today.

No, it's even worse than bad luck. Wang Hu is probably doomed today.

Fu Qingyun slowly sat down against the edge of the table, clutching the jade bottle tightly in his hand, a smile that had not been seen for a long time appearing on his lips for the first time.

……

At this moment, Lin Fengmian's figure had already transformed into a stunning swan tearing through the sky.

He didn't use a sword, yet his movements were faster than if he did.

With each step, the ground beneath his feet seemed to be compressed into tiny inches in an instant, and he became like a streak of blue lightning.

With an unstoppable, resolute killing intent, they headed straight for the outer perimeter of the Demon Abyss Seal.

The closer you get to the Abyss of Demons, the lower the temperature in the air becomes, and a chaotic and unsettling atmosphere gradually intensifies.

The aura carried connotations of decay, madness, and destruction, as if it could stir up the deepest darkness and violence in people's hearts.

If ordinary cultivators were to come into contact with such a person for an extended period, they would either become mentally confused or, in severe cases, suffer from demonic possession.

But at this moment, Lin Fengmian had completely ignored all of that.

A raging fire was burning fiercely in his chest. That fire traveled through his veins, seeped into his bones, and finally condensed into two dancing clusters of ice flames in the depths of his eyes.

He had never felt such an urgent urge to kill.

Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei.

Those two women were among the few people in this world who truly cared for him. To protect the seal, they willingly remained in this perilous place teeming with demonic energy, living with danger every day.

They should have been protected, but here they are being schemed against, coveted, and used as bargaining chips.

They were his women.

Lin Fengmian's divine sense suddenly spread out!

His current spiritual power far surpasses that of others of the same level.

His immense spiritual awareness, comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, spread outwards like a vast net, sweeping across every inch of land, every rock, and every wisp of demonic energy, as finely and densely as a comb.

next moment--

He sensed it.

Two familiar scents.

Weak, disordered, its spiritual energy almost depleted, it is struggling to stay afloat.

A cold, sharp aura emanated from Gu Qingge;

A gentle yet stubbornly resilient spirit—that is Cang Yuwei.

Both of them were at the very edge of the sealing formation, the most dangerous place, where demonic energy was most leaking out.

The outer perimeter of the Demon Abyss Seal.

The dark red sky hung low, as if it had been pierced by some scorching giant, revealing several eerie streaks of blood-red light.

The air was thick with demonic energy, which spun in wisps like snakes and pythons, winding and crawling across the rugged ground.

The sealing formation, like a giant curtain of light, stood at the edge of the Demon Abyss.

The light screen, which was covered with intricate patterns, was now flickering and had many dark patches visible to the naked eye.

That was the most peripheral and weakest point.

Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei stood back to back at the edge of the sealing formation. Both of them were injured.

Gu Qingge's face was as pale as paper, a trace of dried blood spilled from the corner of her lips, and her blue dress was covered with dust and pebbles.

Cang Yuwei's condition was even worse; the clothes on her left shoulder were torn open by demonic energy.

A dark wound was visible beneath her skin. She gritted her teeth, using her sword to support herself, and barely managed to stand.

In front of them, a horse-faced man with a face full of scars was leading a group of male disciples, surrounding the two of them.

The man was extremely ugly.

His face was long and narrow, with high cheekbones on both sides, making his triangular eyes look even more gloomy.

He has a flat nose, thick lips, and a mouthful of yellow teeth when he speaks.

It was Wang Hu.

He rubbed his hands together, almost drooling, and grinned wickedly.

"Gu Qingge, Cang Yuwei, this elder's patience is limited."

He took a step forward, the gravel crunching under his feet.

"The seal of this Demon Abyss has been fluctuating frequently lately, and it requires the sacrifice of two female cultivators to stabilize it. As disciples of the Spirit Extinction Sect, your sacrifice to protect all living beings is an unparalleled honor!"

He abruptly changed the subject, sticking out his thick tongue to lick his chapped lips, and lowered his voice.

The voice sounded like it was squeezed from deep in the throat, sticky and cloying, carrying a nauseating mix of flattery and threat.

"Of course, if you know what's good for you and obediently submit to this elder, becoming my personal furnace vessels... hehe, then you'll naturally be one of us. What's all this talk of sacrificial arrays? With a single word from this elder, it'll be unnecessary, right?"

The group of disciples around him, who had clearly already sided with him, immediately burst into lewd laughter.

"Elder Wang is right! It is your blessing to serve the elders!"

"Exactly! Sacrificing to the array means death, but submitting to Elder Wang means enjoying wealth, honor, and cultivation resources. Is there even a need to choose?"

"My two fairies, stop being stubborn and just give in! Hahaha!"

Laughter rose in waves, echoing along the edge of the desolate abyss, mingling with the howling wind and sending chills down one's spine.

Cang Yuwei's pretty face flushed red with anger, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire. The long sword in her hand was pointed directly at Wang Hu, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, whether from anger or from exhaustion, it was unclear.

"Wang Hu! You're shameless!"

Her voice was clear and sharp, carrying an unyielding air even in her weakness.

"The seal of the Demon Abyss has clearly been reinforced by Her Majesty the Empress and many predecessors, and there is no danger at all in the near future!"

You're clearly using your position for personal revenge, abusing your power for private gain! Even if I die, I will never let you, you filthy scum, succeed!

Wang Hu's smile froze for a moment, then a sinister glint flashed in his triangular eyes.

But he didn't react; instead, he turned his gaze to Gu Qingge.

Gu Qingge pressed her pale lips together and didn't look at him.

Her gaze passed over Wang Hu's repulsive face, over the laughing disciples, over the surging demonic energy, and looked into the deep, terrifying abyss of demons.

Black mist surged within the Demon Abyss, occasionally flashes of dark red light appearing like the pupils of some enormous creature.

Deep in her eyes lay an unyielding sorrow and a resolute determination.

Protecting the formation with her own body was her inescapable duty. This was the Empress's entrustment, and also her mission as a cultivator. She was not afraid of death, but…

Lu Lang.

Do you know that Qingge's biggest regret is that she didn't muster the courage to look at you one more time when we parted that day?

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if something was gripping her tightly, making it difficult to even breathe.

That tall, upright figure, that face that held a hint of cynicism yet always smiled gently at her.

Those clear and determined eyes... became her only concern and her only regret at that moment.

I'm sorry, Lu Lang... Qingge, I can't wait for you anymore.

She slowly closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek, which was instantly evaporated by the demonic energy.