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

Her cultivation has now recovered to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and she exudes a terrifying majesty in every gesture.

There were also the various methods Lin Fengmian left behind when he left, those carefully trained disciples, and the inheritance of those ancient battle formations...

The Hehuan Sect of today is nothing like it used to be.

Not only did they establish a firm foothold in the southern region of Qingzhou, but after the collapse of the former hegemon Shenyuan Sect, they seized the opportunity to rise up and swallow up most of its territory, taking in more than a dozen small and medium-sized sects as vassals.

Nowadays, when people in Qingzhou mention the Hehuan Sect, everyone respectfully refers to it as "one of the major sects in Qingzhou".

And Chu Qingyi.

This woman, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with unfathomable strength, was decisive and fair in her rewards and punishments, managing the Hehuan Sect as if it were an ironclad unit.

She was in charge of the sect, strategizing and planning, and even the neighboring Great Yan Dynasty had to lower its proud head and take the initiative to befriend her.

In this Qingzhou region, Chu Qingyi is now the undisputed Empress.

She was renowned and was respectfully called "Fairy Qingyi".

In Qingzhou, countless outstanding talents admired her beauty, and countless young scholars secretly regarded her as their dream girl.

But without exception, all of these admirers were turned away by her, treated with icy indifference.

however--

This empress, who is unapproachable, cold and majestic in the eyes of outsiders, is now standing alone on the edge of Wangyue Cliff, the highest point of the Hehuan Sect.

The icy mountain wind surged up from below the cliff, fluttering her gorgeous clothes.

The wind blew her clothes against her body, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Her slender waist, full and upright curves, and long, straight legs all spoke of the Creator's favor towards her.

Her stunningly beautiful face appeared somewhat serene under the moonlight.

Those phoenix eyes, usually charming yet majestic, were now gazing at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, as if trying to pierce through the endless void and look towards some distant place.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a soft sigh, tinged with complex emotions, dissipated in the wind.

"Lin Fengmian..."

"Where have you been, you annoying guy? Why aren't you back yet?"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed as if it could be blown away by the mountain wind at any moment.

But hidden within that soft voice was an unyielding longing, a heavy worry, and a trace of grievance and regret that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair, her fingertips slightly cool.

"Do you know... I'm very worried about you."

The moonlight shone on her, casting her long, thin shadow, which lay forlornly on the cliff face.

And Honglian and Xiao Xiyue, who were also in seclusion within the Hehuan Sect, were no different.

They sat cross-legged in their respective quiet rooms, practicing the cultivation techniques left behind by Lin Fengmian.

However, whenever the cultivation technique reaches a certain point and requires guidance and cooperation from a cultivation partner, that gap becomes particularly glaring.

How could they not miss it?

I miss the tall, upright figure who was by my side when I was practicing my cultivation technique.

During breaks in my daytime practice, I find myself involuntarily thinking about it. At night, when meditating, I find it difficult to calm my mind.

That kind of longing, day and night, is like a poison that seeps into the bone marrow little by little, impossible to shake off, and it only gets worse and worse.

When no one is around, Honglian would stare blankly out the window, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the communication jade tube that Lin Fengmian had once given her.

Xiao Xiyue would suddenly open her eyes while meditating late at night, a hint of loneliness flashing across her cool face that she herself was unaware of. Then she would close her eyes again and force herself to sink into cultivation.

But the more you suppress that longing, the more it grows wildly.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Xuan Tian Continent, western part of Zhongzhou.

Deep within a desolate mountain range, where spiritual energy is scarce and human presence is rare, lies the Qinglan Sect.

The backyard, however, presents a completely different scene.

"What?! You're not kidding your aunt, are you?!"

Gongsun Chan

This so-called master of Lin Fengmian showed no trace of the demeanor of an elder at this moment. He excitedly circled the stone table twice, his face almost overflowing with surprise and joy.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and her voice rose several decibels:

"Are you really pregnant with my dear disciple's child? And twins?!"

Beside the stone table, Gongsun Mili, dressed in an elegant long dress, could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.

This elegant and graceful lady, with her cool demeanor and noble bearing, gently stroked her still-flat stomach.

The usual aloofness faded from her stunning face, replaced by a soft maternal glow and a blush of happiness. She seemed to be enveloped in a warm halo, her beauty dazzling.

She nodded gently, her voice soft yet firm: "Yes. Aunt, I can sense it, it's two faint signs of life..."

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"Moreover, their auras are very special. One is warm like the sun, and the other is clear like the moon. They flow naturally within my body, and even loosened the bottleneck in my cultivation that had been stagnant for a long time."

A glint appeared in her eyes, and her voice carried a pride and tenderness that she herself was unaware of: "It is a bloodline he is familiar with."

"Oh dear!"

Gongsun Chan'er leaned closer, cautiously reaching out her hand, wanting to touch but not daring to, her face beaming with joy, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised delight.

"I'm going to be a great-aunt soon! Time flies, you just can't help getting old!"

As she sighed, she pretended to rub her non-existent wrinkles, looking all old and senile.

Gongsun Mili chuckled at her playful antics, her eyes sparkling with a rare hint of coquettishness: "You, clearly a junior aunt, try to act like an elder in my presence?"

"I'd love to!" Gongsun Chan'er said, hands on her hips, raising her chin confidently.

Inside the simple main hall in the front courtyard of Qinglan Sect.

Li Cheng, who had just returned from a long and arduous journey, was gulping down a large mouthful of diluted spiritual spring water. His stiff old face was contorted with irritability and gloom.

"Damn it! Where the hell is that little bastard Lin Fengmian?!"

He slammed the jade bottle down with a bang, his face full of worry.

"He really got incredibly lucky, leaving behind such a blessing! He got such a heavenly beauty pregnant with his children, and twins at once!"

A son and a daughter! That wretched boy... why isn't he back yet?

A land devoid of spirits.

The tail of a high-speed flying shuttle.

Lin Fengmian was sipping spiritual tea, savoring its Daoist essence, while simultaneously contemplating matters related to the grand competition.

Sudden--

He sneezed several times without warning!

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!!"

The force was so great that the tea in his hand spilled out, splashing a few drops onto his robe.

Xiao Yun'er, who was sitting quietly to the side, looked at him in surprise, a hint of doubt flashing in her clear and beautiful eyes.