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

"Thank you, young master. Thank you, Miss Ling'er."

Xiao Ling'er nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to continue pouring tea for Lin Fengmian. Her cool profile, amidst the rising steam of the spirit tea, revealed a rare gentleness.

Holding the teapot with slender hands, the tea soup pours down into the cup, creating delicate ripples. The aroma of tea fills the air, refreshing and delightful.

Lin Fengmian took the teacup, took a sip, but his gaze fell on the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance, lost in thought. The sea of ​​clouds churned endlessly, white waves layered upon each other, stretching all the way to the horizon, seemingly without end.

The grand competition brought together four major forces at Broken Sky Peak: the Nine Immortal Sects, Phoenix Cry Kingdom, Songming Kingdom, and the Frost Palace.

This battle is unlikely to be peaceful.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced again at Xiao Ling'er who was quietly pouring tea beside him, and secretly planned the rest of the trip.

The shuttle sped through the air at incredible speed, the clouds outside the window rushing past, leaving only white afterimages. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before they reached Broken Sky Peak.

And what awaits him there?

Xiao Ling'er spoke these words very calmly.

Her tone was completely calm, as if she were talking about something utterly ordinary.

Young Master Lin has plenty of spiritual fruits; he won't miss your share. If you refuse, you'll be disrespecting him.

Lin Fengmian had spent a long time with her, so how could he not hear the subtle sarcasm hidden in her words?

He knows this little girl too well.

She usually stays by my side, doesn't talk much, has a cool and aloof personality, and seems indifferent to the world, but deep down she's more cunning than anyone else.

She doesn't speak unless she's absolutely silent, but when she does, she kills three birds with one stone.

On the surface, these words were meant to persuade Lin Peishan to accept the spirit fruit, but in reality, every sentence was a message: "Young Master Lin has plenty of spirit fruits; he won't miss yours." "If you refuse, you'll be disrespecting him." "And I can make decisions for what's his."

In just a few words, he not only repaid Lin Peishan for the jade tube, but also subtly asserted his initiative, and incidentally put Lin Fengmian in the position of "generous spender," attracting him some attention.

Upon hearing this, Lin Peishan paused slightly.

She subconsciously looked up at Lin Fengmian, then glanced at the three enticing, spiritually vibrant fruits on the plate.

The fruit was translucent and glossy, with a shimmering light on its skin and a faint fragrance emanating from it; one look and you knew it was no ordinary fruit.

Normally, she would definitely refuse spiritual fruits of this quality repeatedly.

"No reward without merit" is the principle she has followed for many years in the world of cultivation.

But now that Xiao Ling'er has him in her arms, if he were to push her away again, it would seem pretentious, and he would be even more afraid of offending Lin Fengmian.

So, Lin Peishan took a deep breath, suppressed her shock, and then respectfully extended both hands to accept the three spiritual fruits.

"In that case, thank you very much for your generous gift, Young Master Lin, and also thank you, Fairy Xiao. I am truly grateful."

Her voice remained gentle and poised, and her posture was impeccable. Only a complex emotion flashed quickly across her lowered eyes.

There was gratitude, surprise, and a hint of subtle observation.

She glanced at Lin Fengmian one last time, gave a slight bow, and then turned and left.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the cabin door closed gently.

Lin Fengmian then rubbed his temples in exasperation.

He turned to look at Xiao Ling'er and glared at her.

This little girl is getting more and more outrageous.

He usually appears quiet and reserved, but his thoughts run deeper than anyone else's. Those three spiritual fruits were nothing to him; he had plenty more in his jade pendant space, and it wouldn't hurt to use them as a favor. But Xiao Ling'er's insistence on giving them to him made it seem as if he was deliberately showing off.

Xiao Ling'er, however, seemed oblivious to everything.

She had already lay back down on the bamboo chair, her posture languid, her slender waist slightly bent, her whole body sinking into the soft cushions, like a white cat curled up in the sunlight, with a touch of nonchalant composure.

She picked up a cup of already brewed spiritual tea, blew on it gently, and pushed the teacup in front of Lin Fengmian.

His movements were natural, his expression calm, and his profile was as cold and aloof as snow, showing no sign of guilt.

Lin Fengmian looked at Xiao Ling'er's calm "I don't know anything" expression and felt both speechless and amused.

Well, this little girl.

She usually keeps quiet by my side, has a cold temper, and seems aloof and taciturn, but she's actually quite cunning.

Is this a deliberate attempt to give Lin Peishan something nice—both to repay a favor, subtly assert the initiative, and incidentally attract some attention to me?

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Lin Fengmian's mind—could she be thinking of teaming up with Lin Peishan?

However, the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he chuckled to himself.

He wasn't actually angry.

A few spirit fruits are nothing to him. He has plenty of them in his jade pendant space. He doesn't care whether he uses them to do favors or gives them to Xiao Ling'er to give away. As for what others think of him... he has no qualms about it.

Let's just let this little incident pass.

Lin Fengmian then calmed down and began to carefully study the jade tube that Lin Peishan had given him.

Upon probing with divine sense, the information was very simple and clear.

This grand competition involves four factions—

The Six Paths Immortal Alliance of Fengming Kingdom, the Black Demon Palace, the Great Yan Dynasty, and... the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, which is not listed.

This was to be expected.

After all, the generations of coexistence between the demon race and the human race have never been peaceful; in fact, they can be described as enemies.

On the surface, this grand competition was about redistributing resources and territories among the human race in the Land of Desolation. However, its deeper meaning was a declaration against all races other than humans.

It concerns who will lead human affairs for the next century, and even who will have the say in the sealing ceremony of the Demon Abyss.

It's called a battle for supremacy, but in reality, it's a battle for supremacy.

After all, this land of absolute desolation is neither too big nor too small. Who wouldn't want to be a local tyrant among the human race?

What truly caught Lin Fengmian's attention was the description of the location of this grand competition—the Broken Sky Peak in the Tianduan Mountains.

According to the explanation on the jade slip, this Broken Sky Peak is extremely special, being one of the ten most dangerous places in the Land of Absolute Spirits.

According to ancient records, "Heaven cut through this peak, and the sky is all blue."

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a divine pillar that connected heaven and earth here, serving as a support and a stabilizing force for the sea. But later, for some unknown reason, it collapsed, leaving only these ruins.

The jade slip mentions that spatial fluctuations and ancient restrictions would occasionally reappear around the Broken Sky Peak.

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat.

The little golden dragon in the dantian began to move spontaneously—the sense of control derived from the world's origin in the Land of Absolute Spirits made it extremely sensitive to the fluctuations in this space, and thus triggered them accordingly.