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

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.

That sound... Although she was inexperienced, she had seen pigs run even if she hadn't eaten pork, so how could she not recognize what it was?

Her face flushed instantly, turning red from her ears all the way down to her neck, and even the tips of her fingers holding the basket felt slightly hot.

"This...this..." She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible, "It's been seven days...Oh my god..."

The descriptions her two senior sisters had given Lin Fengmian involuntarily surfaced in her mind: "profound cultivation," "full of energy," and "unbearable."

At the time, she was still skeptical, thinking that her senior classmates were just teasing her.

But judging from the noise now, it's clear...

"Could this Lin Fengmian really be as powerful in private as Senior Sister Gu and Senior Sister Cang said?"

Fu Yinqiu felt uneasy all over, her legs went weak, and she wished she could turn around and run away immediately, but it was as if her feet were rooted to the ground and she couldn't move her feet.

She was both ashamed and angry. She covered her burning face, her ears turning bright red. Finally, she stomped her foot, turned around, and ran away in a panic like a frightened deer.

The hurried footsteps and chaotic breathing of those departing figures could not escape Lin Fengmian's powerful divine sense.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged between the two women, his spiritual energy circulating to a critical point. Sensing the petite figure fleeing in panic, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"You two, concentrate on feeling the flow of spiritual energy in this technique," he reminded softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Um……"

"good……"

But this only elicited two more faint, fragmented breaths and groans; Cang Yuwei even deliberately tightened her muscles a little more.

She glanced at him with seductive eyes, clearly noticing his distraction, and deliberately tried to cause trouble.

Lin Fengmian shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to calm himself down and continue guiding.

And so, the three of them continued their training until the ninth day, when this long period of cultivation finally came to an end.

After receiving guidance on cultivation techniques, and with the pills and various cultivation resources given by Lin Fengmian, Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei's cultivation levels both improved by leaps and bounds.

She looked radiant, her skin was smooth and luminous, and her eyes and brows exuded a sense of languor and composure.

It was a radiance that emanated from within after being fully nourished, more captivating than any cosmetic.

The two women exuded a generous and confident beauty in their every gesture, a natural charm that flowed from a woman whose body and mind were satisfied.

In contrast, for Lin Fengmian, the feedback from their dual cultivation was like a stone thrown into the sea.

Although he felt refreshed and comfortable, his cultivation level remained firmly stuck at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, without any change.

His current situation is indeed quite awkward.

Ordinary cultivation resources, even top-grade spirit stones and top-tier pills, have brought him negligible improvement.

What he needs is more abundant energy or a more profound opportunity to truly break through that barrier and enter the Nascent Soul realm.

"Husband." Cang Yuwei tidied her disheveled hair, put on her clothes, and suddenly blinked, as if she had just remembered something important.

She moved closer to Lin Fengmian, her tone playful and slightly boastful.

"We at the Soul-Severing Sect have found you an excellent concubine!"

Lin Fengmian was just picking up his teacup to moisten his throat when he heard this and almost choked on his own saliva. The tea swirled in his throat and he nearly spat it out.

He stared speechlessly at Cang Yuwei, then at Gu Qingge beside him who was smiling faintly, and remained silent for a long time.

Concubine?

Lin Fengmian, with his Pure Yang Holy Body, was always the type of woman people would vie to give him wherever he went, and he even needed others to help him find concubines.

With just a wave of his hand, the line of people could stretch from Qingyun City all the way to Xiancheng!

He couldn't help but complain inwardly: My ladies, I'm already overwhelmed! This harem is about to become unmanageable!

Seeing Lin Fengmian's face full of doubt, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?", Gu Qingge smiled gently and explained:

"Lu Lang, this is what happened."

Yinqiu, that girl, is a bit spoiled and willful, but once you get to know her, you'll find she has a kind heart and a lively, adorable personality. A few days ago, she made a bet with Sister Yuwei, and... she lost.

Cang Yuwei picked up the conversation, bursting into laughter, her beautiful eyes curving into crescent moons:

"Yes, I thought that girl was really pretty and charming, so I jokingly said that if she lost, she would become a concubine for my husband."

Who knew that silly girl was so naive, she agreed immediately, and that's how it ended up like this.

Lin Fengmian's eyes twitched slightly as he listened, inwardly exclaiming how absurd it was.

No wonder Fu Yinqiu always looked at me with such strange, hesitant eyes. It turns out I suddenly gained a concubine from a bet.

My two wives are really generous!

He awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to politely decline: "Well, it's just a young girl's joke and bet, don't take it seriously, let's just forget about it."

To everyone's surprise, Gu Qingge gently shook her head, a hint of understanding in her eyes:

"Lu Lang, you don't understand Yin Qiu. That girl looks lively, but she's actually very stubborn at heart and keeps her promises the most."

Since she agreed, she meant it.

These days, she's become very close to us, even like a sister. Listening to our stories about Lu Lang's past, she probably already considers herself his woman.

Cang Yuwei smiled slyly and glanced at Lin Fengmian with captivating charm:

"Husband, don't we sisters know your preferences?"

"Yinqiu's lively, spirited, and slightly stubbornly playful demeanor is exactly your type, isn't it? Why pretend to be reserved in front of us!"

Lin Fengmian was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Honestly, he wasn't faking it this time!

Fu Yinqiu was indeed a rare and charming beauty, and he really had no interest in this relationship bound by a bet.

Besides... the Pure Yang Holy Body is really busy, okay! These two ladies are a little too eager to keep the good stuff in the family!

Just as he was feeling a chill run down his spine and unsure how to respond—

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and a petite figure shuffled in hesitantly.

The person who came was Fu Yinqiu. Her pretty face was flushed, all the way down to her fair neck. She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, her fingertips turning white, but she tried her best to straighten her back, as if she had mustered all her courage, and raised her big, watery eyes to look at Lin Fengmian.

There was shyness, nervousness, stubbornness, and a hint of something else...expectation in his eyes.

"The two senior sisters are right!" Her voice was soft, but every word was clear enough to echo throughout the room. "I, Fu Yinqiu... am a man of my word! What's said is said! I... I am now... your woman!"