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

On her delicate oval face, a pair of big, bright eyes blinked, and her pert red lips and two dimples gave her an innocent and pure look.

Because she had just entered the Golden Core stage, her aura was not yet fully contained, and a faint vitality of Yi Wood surrounded her, making her appear even more vibrant and lively, like a little elf.

She seemed a little nervous and subconsciously moved closer to Lin Fengmian, gently grabbing his arm with her small hand.

Just this one subtle movement—

Combined with her irresistibly sweet and beautiful face and her innocent yet alluring charm...

"hiss!"

Inside the main hall, a series of suppressed gasps filled the air.

Countless self-proclaimed dashing and debonair immortals and noble scions stared wide-eyed. Their hearts felt like they were being scratched by cat claws, a mixture of itch and pain.

So cute!

That natural grace and innocence were effortless and genuine, drawing one in instantly. It was an indescribable, alluring, and unconsciously captivating allure. How could such a lovely and enchanting fairy exist in this world?

The key point is—she was so dependent on that man named Lin Fengmian.

Look at their intimate and natural posture...

Envy! Jealousy! Hatred!

Lin Fengmian took in everyone's reactions without feeling anything, and even felt a little amused.

His heart, that of a sea king, is already a hardened alloy steel plate, so what is this little bit of attention?

but……

He glanced sideways at Fu Yinqiu, who was looking up at him with her small face, her eyes filled with affection and trust. His image was reflected in her bright, watery eyes. His heart softened slightly, and he reached out to gently ruffle her hair, a natural and tender gesture.

Fu Yinqiu squinted her eyes as he rubbed her, like a kitten being stroked, and a sweet smile curved her lips.

This scene, witnessed by everyone in the hall, elicited another silent wail.

Lin Fengmian quickly averted his gaze, inwardly lamenting that he couldn't look anymore, absolutely couldn't look anymore.

He boasted that he had been a womanizer for many years, and had seen all kinds of beauties and experienced all kinds of charm.

But this little girl in front of him had the ability to crack his once-unyielding and rock-solid heart, making it crack open on the spot.

This little girl's cuteness level is seriously excessive.

Her small face was fair and soft, like a freshly peeled egg, with a hint of innocent and obedient charm in her eyes. She stood close to him, as if afraid someone would take her place.

She didn't say anything, just stayed quietly by his side, occasionally stealing a glance at him before quickly lowering her head again, her ear tips turning a light pink.

If Lin Fengmian were to let himself look a few more times, he was afraid that he might lose his composure and forget all about the word "Sea King".

He silently chanted to himself: Stay calm, stay calm, what storms haven't I weathered?

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the presence of the well-behaved figure beside her was excessively strong.

The faint, delicate fragrance of a young girl wafted over, neither strong nor weak, yet it managed to penetrate his nose and tickle his heart.

I need to find an opportunity to practice my cultivation technique with Qin Lan as soon as possible, and borrow her calm and composed demeanor to ease the tension.

After all, different styles each have their own charm.

A cool and aloof demeanor has its own allure, a charming and innocent demeanor has its own cuteness, and a seductive and alluring demeanor has its own captivating charm. But Qin Lan's calm and composed aura, as steady as a rock, is the best at calming the restlessness in people's hearts.

The balance of hot and cold, stillness and movement, yin and yang in harmony, is the right path.

With this in mind, Lin Fengmian forcibly calmed his mind and sat down peacefully.

Fu Yinqiu stood obediently to the side, close to him. She didn't speak or look around, just quietly stayed by his side, like a little white flower that didn't compete or fight for anything.

But the more she acted this way, the more obedient she seemed, making one want to pat her head, pinch her cheeks, and tease her to see her blush.

Lin Fengmian didn't look at her again, but calmly and indifferently swept his gaze across the entire room.

With a slight movement of his divine sense, he took in the aura and expressions of everyone in the hall.

Who was feigning composure, who was secretly plotting, and who harbored hostility? In just a few breaths, Lin Fengmian had a clear understanding of the situation.

These nine immortal sects outwardly submit to the Phoenix Cry Kingdom, but now that the Empress is in seclusion, undercurrents can no longer be suppressed. There must be some among them who are unwilling to submit and want to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

The Jueling Sect is considered one of our own, so there's no need to worry. As for Fu Qingyun, I've done him a favor, so it's not a big problem for him either. The Lieyang Sect has suffered a loss of vitality due to the death of Zhao Yuanlong, so they can't cause any trouble for the time being.

As for the sword cultivators of Xuanjian Pavilion, they are always straightforward. Sword cultivators emphasize clarity of mind and rarely engage in intricate schemes, so they should be worth trying to win over. The other sects, such as Liuyun Valley, are neutral and pragmatic; as long as the interests can be agreed upon, they can also be courted.

What we really need to guard against are opportunists like the Shenfengmen.

They bend whichever way the wind blows. They may smile at you today, but they can stab you in the back tomorrow. Such sects must be guarded against and not trusted lightly.

The attitude of the Ice Palace is also crucial.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian glanced discreetly at the old man with a cold face and gloomy eyes in the Golden Light Cave.

"As for this old guy, he clearly harbors great hostility towards me," Lin Fengmian thought with a cold smile.

"It seems that in this competition, we will not only have to face the Six Paths Immortal Alliance, the Black Demon Palace, and those wolves and tigers of the Great Yan Dynasty, but we also need to be wary of our own sect. We cannot be attacked from both sides, and we cannot be sabotaged by our own so-called accomplices."

His face remained expressionless, but his eyes were clear. Having spent so many years navigating the treacherous waters of Shanghai in his previous life, what kind of intrigue and deceit hadn't he witnessed? He could guess most of what these people were thinking with just a glance.

Just as his mind was racing, a clear, cold, noble, elegant, and slightly authoritative female voice suddenly rang out from the front of the hall—

"quiet!"

Those two short words instantly silenced all the whispers.

The voice wasn't particularly loud, but it seemed to carry an invisible pressure, like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head in the dead of winter, causing everyone present to involuntarily shut their mouths.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful woman dressed in a cold-colored palace dress with her hair styled in a high bun, who had somehow appeared in the main hall.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, with a beautiful and dignified face, yet she was shrouded in an aura of unapproachability. Especially her eyes; wherever her gaze swept, it seemed as if even the air itself turned colder.

This person was not an official of Fengming Kingdom, but the Supreme Elder of Hanbing Palace—Mu Xunxiang.

This woman is of extremely high seniority, and her cultivation is unfathomable. More importantly, when Su Miaoyun traveled around, she formed a deep friendship with Mu Xunxiang. The two were like sisters, and Su Miaoyun even had to respectfully call her senior sister.