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

She was dressed in the plain white robes typical of disciples of the Jueling Sect, with a light blue silk sash tied around her waist.

She was like an orchid growing in a secluded valley, quiet and elegant, yet with an indescribable air of aloofness.

But Lin Fengmian clearly felt that her gaze often fell on him.

His gaze was neither warm nor cold, hesitant to speak, as if he was wondering about something, or as if he was confirming something.

Logically speaking, Lin Fengmian saved Fu Yinqiu's father, which should have been an immense favor, and Fu Yinqiu should have been extremely grateful.

But at this moment, her face, which should have been bright and pretty, was...

Yet, for some reason, a faint look of melancholy lingered on her face; her cherry-like lips pouted slightly, and her eyes held a mixture of reproach and resentment.

She looked exactly like a wronged young wife, making people both laugh and feel sorry for her.

However, Lin Fengmian had no time to delve into what the other party was complaining about.

It's true that I saved her father, and I haven't offended this girl in any way. If she wants to give me attitude, then so be it.

He had more important things to do right now, which was to help his two young wives to regulate their meridians and strengthen their cultivation.

This time, he ventured deep into the Jueling Sect to rescue people, facing a life-or-death situation. Although the two women did not say it explicitly, he knew in his heart that they must have been worried day and night, and their anxiety had made them ill.

Now that they have finally reunited, we should use the dual cultivation method to nourish their meridians and replenish the mental and physical energy that they have lost due to worry these past few days.

The three entered the inner room. Lin Fengmian sat cross-legged in the center, while Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei stood on either side, their six palms pressed together, circulating their internal energy.

Lin Fengmian used his own pure Yang spiritual energy as a guide, slowly pushing it along the meridians of the two women.

One by one, the meridians that were stagnant due to worries and anxieties were unblocked, and then the mental techniques of the Yin-Yang Harmony Chapter were applied.

The spiritual energy circulated among the three of them, like spring water nourishing all things, endlessly.

After a thorough exchange and guidance, Lin Fengmian felt refreshed, and the two women had rosy complexions, eyes like spring water, and were incredibly beautiful.

Lin Fengmian then remembered that although the feedback from the dual cultivation was plentiful, to truly allow the two women to digest and absorb it and make it his own,

They still need to circulate their own energy to completely integrate that spiritual power into themselves.

So he took out the pills and spirit stones he had prepared beforehand from his storage bag.

Spirit Nourishing Pills, Foundation Establishment Pills, high-grade spirit stones, and various cultivation resources were piled up in front of the two.

"Keep these for now, and use your cultivation techniques to thoroughly refine and absorb what you gained from the dual cultivation just now."

Cang Yuwei accepted the pills and spirit stones, her beautiful eyes sparkling, but she wasn't in a hurry to put them away.

Instead, he stared intently at Lin Fengmian, the meaning in his eyes was crystal clear.

Gu Qingge smiled gently, nodded gracefully, and said softly, "Thank you, my husband."

But before he could finish speaking, Cang Yuwei couldn't resist moving closer and wrapping her arms around Lin Fengmian's neck.

She pressed herself against him, her hot, delicate body trembling slightly, her voice filled with long-suppressed longing and the relief of surviving a close call:

"My husband... I've been thinking of you day and night these past few days, it's made my heart ache. Now that we've finally seen each other, you want to send us off to cultivate on our own? I won't allow it."

Gu Qingge was originally somewhat reserved, but after Cang Yuwei said that, her clear eyes became slightly misty.

Although she wasn't as outgoing as Cang Yuwei, all the anxiety and sleepless nights she had endured over the past few days had now transformed into a silent longing.

She gently bit her lower lip, but still reached out and grasped Lin Fengmian's arm. The grip was light, but it carried an air of undeniable authority.

Looking at the two beautiful women before him, Lin Fengmian's thought of "preserving his pure yang essence for a breakthrough" vanished instantly.

Strangely enough, even though he has already reached the Great Perfection of Core Formation, the feedback he received from dual cultivation was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

But the ultimate experience of merging his body and soul with the two women each time was something that no amount of pills or spirit stones could buy.

"Alright, whatever you say." He chuckled, reached out and embraced the two women's slender waists, and the three of them once again immersed themselves in the most intimate and intimate cultivation technique.

Within its limits, it exudes a vibrant spirit, like a surging spring tide.

Cang Yuwei was straightforward and passionate; her beautiful eyes lingered on her as she practiced her cultivation technique.

She circulated the energy round and round, each fusion of spiritual power feeling like sweet dew to her.

Fortunately, Lin Fengmian had the Pure Yang Holy Body as his foundation, and his spiritual power was as vast as the ocean, so he was not afraid of Cang Yuwei's insatiable nature.

He calmly guided the two, sometimes using yang to draw yin, and sometimes using yin to nourish yang, fully demonstrating the subtlety of the Yin-Yang Harmony Chapter.

Gu Qingge was completely different from Cang Yuwei. She was a typical gentle and refined woman, a lady from a prominent family, and every move she made exuded elegance and composure.

Infected by Cang Yuwei's undisguised focus and dedication, she gradually let go of her inhibitions and completely surrendered herself to Lin Fengmian.

The occasional soft murmurs that escaped her lips were not as flamboyant as Cang Yuwei's, but rather gentle and lingering.

Like a gentle spring rain, it nourishes silently, yet falls directly into Lin Fengmian's heart, making him cherish it so much he doesn't know what to do.

The three of them were thoroughly enjoying themselves, completely absorbed in the fusion of spiritual energy and the circulation of Qi throughout their bodies.

As the sun rises and sets, the light outside brightens and dims, but the buzzing sound of spiritual energy surging within never ceases.

This training continued day after day.

On the seventh day...

Fu Yinqiu stood outside the courtyard, holding a basket of freshly picked spirit fruits, which she had carefully selected from the spirit fields of the Jue Ling Sect.

Each one was plump and juicy, and I was thinking of sending some to my two new best friends to try.

She hit it off with Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei at first sight, and after spending time together, they had become like sisters.

She knew that her two senior sisters' husbands had returned and wanted to visit them, and also... also to see the man who had saved her father.

Thinking of Lin Fengmian, Fu Yinqiu's steps involuntarily slowed down.

The thought of the bet made her feel uneasy every time she faced off against him.

In addition, her two senior sisters often talked about how amazing her husband was and how wonderful Lin Lang was, which made her ears calloused. However, she felt both shy and curious.

She desperately wanted to know what kind of person Lin Fengmian was that could earn such high praise from her two senior sisters.

As she approached the courtyard, before she even pushed open the door, she heard a series of buzzing sounds of surging spiritual energy coming from inside.

The voice was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm that made people blush and their hearts race.

Fu Yinqiu's steps froze on the spot.

Her fingers gripped the fruit basket so tightly they turned white, and her heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.