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

After the two left the Jue Ling Sect, Lin Fengmian summoned a sleek silver spirit boat.

"Come up."

Fu Yinqiu curiously jumped onto the spirit boat, touching and looking at everything, her big eyes filled with novelty and shock.

Born into the impoverished Jueling Sect, she had never seen such an exquisite and incredibly fast flying magic weapon.

The spirit boat transformed into a silver streak, piercing through clouds and mist, while the mountains and rivers beneath its feet rushed past.

Fu Yinqiu leaned over the gunwale, gazing at the magnificent view she had never seen before, occasionally letting out a soft gasp of amazement.

Afraid of being laughed at by Lin Fengmian, she quickly covered her mouth, leaving only her bright, sparkling eyes filled with starlight.

Stealing a glance at Lin Fengmian, who stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his posture as upright as a pine tree, a small part of his heart quietly collapsed.

Lin Fengmian's divine sense enveloped all directions, and his thoughts had already flown to the Phoenix Cry Imperial City.

The most urgent task is to rush back to the capital and meet up with Xiao Yun'er and Qin Hongyu, who are stationed there, to learn the details.

Prefect Lin Peishan of Qingyang County should also be secretly contacting various forces and working hard for the competition. She is a shrewd person and a force to be reckoned with.

At present, Fengming Kingdom seems to have a wealth of talent, but its top combat power is lacking due to Su Miaoxue's seclusion, and its core strength has been greatly depleted in the years of guarding the Demon Abyss.

Only a handful of people can truly awe the competition and emerge victorious.

He had to participate in this competition personally. Not only for Su Miaoxue, but also for himself.

The Land of Absolute Spirits must be stabilized, and Su Miaoxue's authority must be maintained, as this is fundamental to his search for a way to leave this realm.

Once plunged into prolonged turmoil and the Demon Abyss undergoes a transformation, all plans will be disrupted, and the return date will be even more uncertain.

Fortunately, the rules of this competition stipulate that participants' cultivation level must be below the late Golden Core stage.

This means that early-stage Golden Core cultivators are the main force, while he, who appears to be only at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment but is actually at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, is an anomaly.

They are right at the threshold and have sufficient eligibility to participate.

It is said that the winner of the competition will have a great deal of influence.

It could even influence the allocation of resources among the human race in the Land of Desolation for the next hundred years, and the dominance of the Demon Abyss Seal!

This is tantamount to dominating the future.

"Lin Fengmian, what are you thinking about?" Fu Yinqiu came over at some point, tilting her head to look at him, her two dimples appearing and disappearing.

Lin Fengmian snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at her sideways: "I was thinking about the upcoming competition. Are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid!" Fu Yinqiu puffed out her chest, then felt that was too confident, and added softly, "With you here, I'm not afraid."

Lin Fengmian chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. Fu Yinqiu shrank her neck at the ruffle, but didn't pull away. Instead, she squinted her eyes, like a cat being stroked.

"The Six Paths Immortal Alliance, the Black Demon Palace, the Great Yan Dynasty..."

Lin Fengmian stood at the bow of the spirit boat, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, the curve of which concealed a chilling edge.

"After the spiritual energy recovered, you became restless and ambitious, probably not taking the Phoenix Cry Kingdom, this long-established ruler, seriously at all. You want to take advantage of the situation to divide up the benefits and seize dominance—"

He gave a soft hum, not a loud sound, but it seemed to weigh down a thousand-pound boulder.

"But you want to be local tyrants, did you even ask me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the spirit boat increased by another three points.

The silver streak tore through the clouds and sped toward the Phoenix Cry Kingdom's palace.

Behind her, Fu Yinqiu felt the sudden increase in speed, let out a soft hum, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of Lin Fengmian's clothes.

Her slender fingertips gripped the piece of blue robe, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Feeling the touch from the hem of her clothes, her panicked heart suddenly calmed down.

Her cheeks turned red against her will, the blush spreading from her ears all the way down her neck, even tinging her small earlobes with pink.

Lin Fengmian didn't have the time to concern himself with Fu Yinqiu's young lady's thoughts.

He's a player, not a Casanova. He doesn't have time to coax her.

According to his "Sea King" principle—no asking, no guessing, no chasing, no flattery, no explanation—just do it.

This girl can think whatever she wants; she's all about going with the flow and letting things take their course.

Anyway, he already has too many women to take care of, so why would he have the time to ponder the intricacies of a young girl?

His gaze was fixed ahead, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, sweeping across the mountains and rivers along the way, collecting any unusual fluctuations in energy.

And so, the spirit boat sped along for two days.

Finally, the outline of Qingyang City appeared at the horizon.

Lin Fengmian's gaze sharpened slightly, then his brows furrowed abruptly.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

His divine sense spread across Qingyang City like a tide, and his expression instantly darkened.

In Qingyang City today, the air is filled with powerful and murderous spiritual energy fluctuations.

These auras were all very unfamiliar, carrying a scorching and violent feeling, like the blazing sun overhead, making it hard to breathe.

Even more conspicuous was the fact that a luxuriously decorated spirit boat was hovering above Qingyang City.

The spirit boat was entirely crimson, with its carriage body gilded, radiating intense spiritual pressure.

On the hull, a lifelike emblem, resembling a blazing sun totem, gleams brightly in the sunlight.

Blazing Sun Sect!

Alarm bells rang in Lin Fengmian's mind.

Could it be that old scoundrel Zhao Yuanlong has come again?

Did the Tiger and Leopard Mansion arrive so quickly and directly?

He originally thought that with Qi Xiaoyun, the sect leader of the Lieyang Sect, keeping Zhao Yuanlong in check, and with the crucial period of the Grand Competition underway, Zhao Yuanlong's revenge would be put on hold, or at least he would be more cautious and slow down his actions.

But to my surprise, the other party was so crazy that they openly came to our door!

not good.

Lin Pei-shan is in danger!

Yu Chan'er is probably in trouble too!

Lin Fengmian's mind raced, and he instantly scanned the Yu family compound in Qingyang City. He discovered that Yu Chan'er's presence was absent.

It seems they have probably already returned to the palace.

This relieved him.

But what about Lin Peishan?

He immediately tried to contact the Divine Stone, scanning the City Lord's Mansion, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea, with no response whatsoever.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition gripped his heart.

There wasn't time to think it through.

Lin Fengmian immediately changed direction and transformed into a bolt of lightning, speeding towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The speed was so fast that Fu Yinqiu behind him couldn't help but gasp in surprise, instinctively tightening her arms and hugging Lin Fengmian's waist tightly.

But Lin Fengmian didn't have the mind to care about these things at the moment.

Lin Peishan.

That resilient woman, who seemed aloof and serene at first glance, clearly distinguishing between public and private matters. She was meticulous and efficient in her actions.

Every time Lin Fengmian was with her, he could feel a peculiar sense of peace. It was as if being by her side made his mind feel as clear and serene as if it had been cleansed by moonlight.

He didn't want such a woman to be needlessly dragged into that bloody storm because of him, and ultimately perish.