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

He waved his hand, severing the remaining chains of spiritual energy. The chains snapped instantly, dissipating into specks of spiritual light. He carefully caught the collapsing Lin Peishan.

It feels cool and light to the touch.

She was seriously injured, her spiritual power was exhausted, her soul was shaken, her face was as pale as paper, and even her lips had lost their color.

Her slender body felt as light as a feather in his arms, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Lin Fengmian quickly placed a warm, healing elixir into her mouth, dissolving it with his spiritual power. The elixir's medicinal properties slowly circulated within her body, repairing her damaged meridians and nourishing her depleted dantian.

"Prefect Lin, everything is alright."

His voice was gentle, yet unusually calm. It wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a calming power, inexplicably soothing Fu Yinqiu's flustered heart.

Half an incense stick later, Lin Peishan slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was Lin Fengmian's profile, stained with blood but exceptionally resolute. The bloodstains on his face had not yet been wiped away, and a few strands of loose black hair clung to his forehead, making his handsome face look more disheveled after the battle, but also adding to his iron will and reliability.

And then there's his reassuring smile.

His smile was gentle and composed, as if the earth-shattering life-or-death battle just now was nothing more than a trivial interlude, as if nothing in this world could make him even frown.

Lin Peishan's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately, due to the severity of her injuries, only a weak whimper escaped her throat, and she was unable to utter anything.

She could only lean slowly against Lin Fengmian's chest, forcing out a pale and weak smile.

It was as if she was telling him—I'm fine, don't worry.

It was only at this moment that Fu Yinqiu finally realized what was happening.

She stood there stunned for a moment, her gaze falling on the frail figure in Lin Fengmian's arms, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

It felt like something had gently pricked me, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

But that little bit of emotion was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming fear.

With a sob in her voice, she stumbled to Lin Fengmian's side, grabbed his arm, and burst into tears.

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, her shoulders were trembling, and tears were falling like beads from a broken string.

"Lin Fengmian... I thought... I thought you... Waaaaaah..."

She was crying so hard she could barely speak, her voice hoarse and strained, as if she were trying to cry out all the fear and worry she had been holding back.

Her beautiful eyes were red like a rabbit's, and she looked at him with teary eyes, feeling both wronged and scared, as if he would disappear if she let go.

Lin Fengmian glanced at the weak and exhausted Lin Peishan in his arms, then at Fu Yinqiu who was crying her eyes out because she was worried about him, before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

He quickly took out several healing pills and swallowed them one after another, then carefully dripped a drop of precious spiritual spring water into his mouth.

The spiritual spring water melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a cool, warm current that slid down the throat into the stomach, quickly spreading throughout the body.

After a moment, he felt the surging blood and qi within his body gradually calm down, as the overload on his divine sense caused by activating the corpse demon had subsided.

Like the receding tide, it gradually subsided.

Fortunately, the Qingyang Changchun Technique operated on its own.

The herb king within his body continuously provided him with pure vitality, gently and firmly soothing every wound like a spring breeze and rain, making Lin Fengmian's recovery ability far exceed that of ordinary people.

At this moment, having survived that life-or-death struggle on the edge of the battlefield, and having turned the tide using his strongest techniques, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The bottleneck that had been holding him back, preventing him from breaking free from the Golden Core Great Perfection stage, unexpectedly loosened slightly.

He even felt that if he calmed down and repented, he might be able to attract the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation and step into a completely new realm.

"Was I too cautious before?"

Lin Fengmian sat cross-legged, regulating his breathing, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Before, I only sought stability and lived off women. My principle was to avoid taking action if possible."

"It seems that the lack of that kind of life-or-death, hand-to-hand combat training is why this bottleneck is so entrenched?"

His gaze swept to the side

Fu Yinqiu was squatting beside Lin Peishan, carefully wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

The movements were as gentle as if handling a fragile piece of porcelain. Lin Fengmian watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It seems that simply keeping a low profile and enduring hardship is not the right approach. When it's time to act, you must act; when it's time to fight, you must fight; and when it's time to kill, you must kill thoroughly!

A flash of understanding crossed Lin Fengmian's eyes. This battle had given him a deeper understanding of the Great Dao.

However, now is not the time for enlightenment. It is not advisable to stay here for long. Those fluctuations in energy just now might attract some old monsters.

Lin Fengmian immediately made a decision, finding a relatively secluded cave about a hundred miles away, and quietly moved there with the two women.

The cave was small, but its advantage lay in its seclusion. The entrance was hidden by thick vines, but the interior was dry and spacious. Some natural spiritual patterns remained on the stone walls, and a faint flow of spiritual energy could be seen circulating within them.

"Yinqiu, you stay here and take good care of Lin Peishan, protect her. I need to meditate here for a while and try to break through."

Lin Fengmian carefully placed Lin Peishan on a flat bluestone, then took out a few pills to nourish her meridians and placed them near her lips before turning to look at Fu Yinqiu.

"Yes! Don't worry, young master, leave it to me!"

Fu Yinqiu immediately straightened her back, her pretty face tense up, and she gave a timid laugh, revealing two harmless dimples that were incredibly sweet.

Although her eyes were still a little red, you could see her seriousness and overflowing sense of responsibility in those beautiful, starry eyes.

She stayed close to Lin Peishan, like a vigilant little animal, ears perked up, constantly watching the surroundings, even unconsciously softening her breathing.

Seeing this, Lin Fengmian felt relieved and said no more. He sat down cross-legged, focused his mind on his body, and began to capture that fleeting opportunity for breakthrough, trying to trigger the tribulation lightning of the nascent soul, to see if he could first condense a nascent soul as a demonstration!

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at the same time.

Deep within a treacherous mountain range in the northwest of the Land of Desolation, shrouded in perpetual thunderclouds and crackling with lightning, lies the mountain gate of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, one of the most powerful sects in the Six Paths Immortal Alliance.

The sect's main hall was constructed of rare, lightning-attracting black stone, its rough and menacing appearance permeating the air with a faint aura of thunder, and crackling with tiny bolts of lightning from time to time. At this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was heavy.