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

Lin Fengmian jumped down first, but did not let go.

Instead, taking advantage of the momentum of landing, he used his arm to pull Nangong Li into his embrace.

"What are you doing?!" Nangong Li exclaimed softly, caught off guard.

"Didn't my senior sister say I was allowed to be a little unruly?"

Lin Fengmian, with an air of self-righteousness, tightened his grip on her, his other hand even gently caressing her waist.

"Besides... Senior Sister is so beautiful, I just couldn't resist."

Nangong Li's body stiffened slightly, but upon hearing the second half of his sentence,

The slight displeasure in my heart was instantly replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

Women are women after all, especially someone as beautiful as her, who has never been able to resist praise.

"...Fine," she said, deliberately putting on a stern face, but a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

"Anyway, you'll soon be my man, so it's fine for you to take advantage of me a little."

The two walked into the Holy Maiden's Palace, half-embracing and half-holding each other.

However, the huge palace was deserted, with not a single maid in sight.

"Chu Qingyi is not here?"

Nangong Li looked around, somewhat disappointed.

"She probably went to find her brother Ye Fan."

Lin Fengmian spoke calmly, leading her directly to his secluded side bedroom.

Pushing open the door, the scene inside startled both of them.

The bed was in disarray, with the brocade quilt hanging halfway to the floor.

There were also several pieces of women's underwear that had been torn.

It was obvious that no one was in the mood to pack up when they left this morning.

"this!"

Nangong Li's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned her face away somewhat awkwardly.

Lin Fengmian felt a sense of relief.

Judging from this senior's reaction, she is clearly quite inexperienced when it comes to matters between men and women.

It's definitely not the kind of "bus" that's been through countless battles.

That's good... Lin Fengmian has principles.

If I say I won't drive the bus, I mean I won't drive the bus!

His luggage was pitifully little.

During the years I served as a furnace in the Temple of the Holy Maiden, apart from the few days after I awakened my memories, I lived a life that at least resembled that of a human being.

The rest of the time was practically like doing menial tasks.

Chu Qingyi disliked him, and the servants followed suit, making their lives extremely difficult.

Lin Fengmian finished packing in no time.

A few worn-out clothes and a simple storage bag were all his belongings.

Nangong Li stood outside the door and was slightly taken aback when he saw him come out carrying only a small package.

"Is this all you have?"

Lin Fengmian nodded.

"Yes, that's all I have."

Looking at his calm profile, Nangong Li felt a surge of complex emotions.

She pursed her lips, her voice unconsciously softening slightly:

"Chu Qingyi is really going too far. Don't worry, with me, I will never let you suffer. Spirit stones, pills, cultivation techniques... as long as I can give you, you won't be shortchanged."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian turned to her and gave her a sincere smile:

"Thank you, senior sister."

This senior sister... seems like a pretty nice person?

...

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Heavenly Profound Sacred Land.

After separating from Lin Fengmian, Chu Qingyi couldn't shake off the empty and melancholy feeling in her heart.

She simply took to the air on her sword and headed straight for the holy land.

Go see Brother Ye Fan. Once I see him, I'll definitely be able to get back to normal.

The flying sword darted through the clouds, and in less than half a day, the majestic and magnificent mountain gate of the holy land came into view.

As soon as Chu Qingyi, dressed in white, landed, she caused quite a stir.

Today she wore a well-tailored flowing satin dress that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure.

Even without looking at that stunningly beautiful face...

The alluring curves formed by her slender waist and pert, rounded buttocks alone are enough to dazzle and captivate.

She was like a ripe peach, so tender that you could almost squeeze water out of it.

Many male disciples of the holy land stared intently at her.

His eyes were almost piercingly bright.

Chu Qingyi ignored it.

Or rather, she simply didn't care at the moment.

The emptiness in my heart grew larger and larger, and Lin Fengmian's image would always intrude into my mind unexpectedly.

That night, he whispered sweet nothings that made people blush.

He was ravaging her body...

"Hmm!"

Chu Qingyi instinctively pressed her legs together, her cheeks flushing red.

Damn it... It must be the residual aura of the Pure Yang Holy Body affecting her!

That guy must have used some kind of evil method to make her so uneasy!

Lin Fengmian, you scoundrel! You big bad guy!

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Think more about Brother Ye Fan.

Brother Ye Fan is the one she loves and is destined to be with, climbing the path to immortality hand in hand!

It's been five years since I last saw him. I wonder what he looks like now?

As a cultivator's cultivation level improves, their appearance and temperament will become increasingly extraordinary.

Brother Ye Fan must be even more handsome and otherworldly now...

She waited quietly outside the gates of the sacred site, as time slowly passed.

The sun sets in the west, and the moon begins to rise.

Just as Chu Qingyi was getting impatient, a clear and melodious whistle suddenly came from the depths of the holy land!

A dazzling blue light shot into the sky, like a shooting star breaking through the air, and arrived in front of us in an instant.

The light faded, revealing a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe of a holy son.

He was already in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

It was Ye Fan.

Chu Qingyi's eyes lit up, and the gloom in her heart instantly dissipated.

See? This is her true Daoist partner!

Such elegance and cultivation are far beyond what Lin Fengmian, a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, could achieve.

Sure enough, I was just distracted by the pure yang energy!

Ye Fan landed gracefully, and when his gaze fell on Chu Qingyi, he was also taken aback.

That face was still breathtakingly beautiful.

But compared to before, it seems to have gained a more indescribable charm.

He swallowed silently.

That's fucking awesome.

But a deep, affectionate smile bloomed on her face:

"Qingyi, it's been a long time. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

After saying that, he stepped forward, opened his arms, and wanted to give her a hug after a long separation.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Chu Qingyi's last bit of doubt vanished, and she smiled as she stepped forward to greet him.

However, just as Ye Fan was about to pull her into his arms—

A boy's face appeared in her mind without warning.

That face bore a carefree smile, yet its eyes were as deep as a still pool, and its voice was so clear it seemed to be right next to your ear:

"Remember this: if anyone else touches it, don't come looking for me. I'm a germaphobe."

"Hmm!"

Chu Qingyi trembled and took two or three steps back as if she had been burned, avoiding Ye Fan's embrace.

"Um?"

Ye Fan's arms missed their mark, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing through his mind.

"Qingyi, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Qingyi herself was also stunned.

How could she... how could she listen to that guy so much?

They have absolutely no connection anymore!

"Feel sorry,"

She hurriedly lowered her head, her ears turning bright red, her voice barely audible.

"I'm a little...shy."

Ye Fan stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, his expression gentle and refined.

"It's alright, I was being presumptuous. It's normal for Qingyi to be a little shy after not seeing you for three years."

He appeared elegant on the surface, but inwardly he was sneering.

Playing hard to get with him? Fine, woman, you've successfully piqued this holy son's interest!