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

At the same time, murmurs arose from all around.

"Look, it's another disciple of the Joyful Union Sect!"

"This person won't be like the last disciple of the Joyful Union Sect, coming out without bringing anything, will he?"

"Hahaha! Possibly! Look at his disheveled appearance, he's probably been sleeping in some cave for a month!"

Many male cultivators mocked him without restraint.

However, quite a few female cultivators, looking at Lin Fengmian's handsome face, couldn't help but speak up for him:

"Don't say that! What if she, like that veiled woman, brought out a lot of good things?"

"Exactly! Someone as good-looking as her couldn't possibly leave empty-handed!"

Upon hearing this, the male cultivators around immediately burst into laughter:

"Ha, what's the use of being good-looking? This is a treasure hunt in a secret realm, not a beauty pageant!"

"Exactly! Where are there so many geniuses? The last disciple of the Joyful Union Sect came out empty-handed, this one is probably about the same!"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect also had complex expressions at this moment.

They had never seen Lin Fengmian since they entered the secret realm.

Where did this person go? What is he doing? They had no idea.

In addition to Lin Fengmian's previous identity—a furnace cauldron.

This identity is at the very bottom of the hierarchy within the Hehuan Sect.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, many disciples had already concluded:

This person must have found a place to hide after entering the secret realm and stayed there until the secret realm ended before coming out.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that it appeared at the very last moment?

Lin Fengmian ignored the surrounding discussions.

He straightened up, straightened his somewhat disheveled robes, and walked towards the inspection area.

His steps were measured, and his expression was calm.

Upon arriving at the inspection station, the disciple in charge of recording glanced at him and lazily began to speak:

"Name, sect."

"Lin Fengmian, of the Hehuan Sect."

"Hand over your spoils." The disciple yawned, clearly not expecting much.

Lin Fengmian nodded and patted his hand on the storage bag.

A magical herb flew out and landed on the ground.

"Heh, not bad, at least you know to pick a few plants." The disciple sneered.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

The disciple's smile froze.

Lin Fengmian's hands did not stop moving.

One after another, the spiritual herbs flew out of his hands like flowing water and landed on the ground.

Purple-leaf Ganoderma, 100-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, Ambergris lanceolata, Seven-star Flower, Jade Marrow Ganoderma, Mystic Ice Grass, Blazing Flower...

Those rare and precious medicinal herbs that are seldom seen in the outside world,

At this moment, however, they were being pulled out one by one by Lin Fengmian, just like cabbages!

It wasn't that Lin Fengmian wanted to take it out; it's just that the jade pendant could only hold a small amount of things at a time.

And the portal is about to close again.

Therefore, Lin Fengmian also put the most important information into the jade tube.

Anyway, the sect will be transferred to me eventually, unlike clan cultivators who have to take half of their sect.

Ten plants.

Twenty plants.

Thirty plants.

Fifty plants.

The pile of spiritual herbs grew into a small mountain in front of everyone at a speed visible to the naked eye!

All around was deathly silent.

Those male cultivators who had been mocking them just moments before now stared wide-eyed.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single word.

The female cultivators who spoke up for Lin Fengming were also staring blankly at the mountain of spiritual herbs, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were completely dumbfounded.

How...how could he have so many miraculous medicines?!

Even if all of them were combined, they wouldn't have as much as he did alone!

Xia Qingcheng stood not far away, looking at the pile of spiritual herbs that resembled a small mountain, a complex look flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She glanced nervously at Lin Fengmian.

He was afraid that the next moment he would take out the Dao Fruit.

But in the end, Lin Fengmian threw out the last herb.

I did not see the Dao Fruit either.

They didn't even bring out the main medicine for Foundation Establishment.

But she clearly remembered that Lin Fengmian had picked a lot of Foundation Building Grass...

Is it...

What kind of treasure does he possess that can conceal something?

Xia Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

But she quickly looked away, her expression returning to normal.

She didn't mean any harm.

I just feel that this man, with whom I once shared physical intimacy,

It seemed far more mysterious than she had imagined.

and……

It has to be said that her opinion of Lin Fengmian has risen even higher.

After all, it would be a lie to say that a high-level cultivator like her is not arrogant.

Only by being strong enough can you gain her approval.

In the end, she sighed inwardly.

What a pity, it has five spiritual roots...

At this moment, all around remained deathly silent.

All eyes were fixed on the mountain of medicinal herbs and the young man in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back.

This……

This is almost as much as the total number of all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect combined!

Everyone subconsciously looked at the pile of spiritual herbs in front of the Hehuan Sect disciples.

Although there were quite a few, compared to Lin Fengmian's pile, they were nothing!

The group of Hehuan Sect disciples, plus Lin Fengmian's group...

Doesn't that mean the Joyful Union Sect reaped the most benefits among the three major sects?!

midair.

Master Yunhe was stunned at first, then—

"Hahahaha—!"

He laughed loudly, his beard trembling, tears welling up in his eyes!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his gaze towards Lin Fengmian full of appreciation and surprise.

However, the faces of Xuanming Zhenren and Xuanhu Zhenren had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Xuanming Zhenren stared wide-eyed at the pile of spiritual herbs, his face filled with disbelief:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He practically yelled it out.

How could a Qi Refining stage cultivator possibly gather so many spiritual herbs in a secret realm?!

Even if you kept picking from beginning to end, you couldn't possibly pick this many!

Moreover, the secret realm is also home to demonic beasts and cultivators who kill and rob!

"This person must be hiding their true strength!"

Xuanming Zhenren roared, and a sharp divine sense swept towards Lin Fengmian like a sword!

He wants to verify it himself!

His divine sense swept over Lin Fengmian's entire body.

Xuanming Zhenren's expression became quite interesting.

This person's spiritual power is indeed much richer than that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, and his foundation is frighteningly solid.

But it is true, he is only in the Qi Refining stage!

He didn't hide his cultivation level!

Master Xuanming opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Master Yunhe laughed even more heartily:

"Hahahaha! Old Ghost Xuanming, are you finally giving up? Quick, quick, hand over everything!"

He extended his hand, looking at the two of them with a smile.

Xuanming Zhenren and Xuanhu Zhenren exchanged a glance, their faces turning ashen.

But the gate has been closed and the rules have been set, so there's nothing they can do about it even if they want to renege on their debts.

The two men snorted coldly, their faces grim, and began to take things out.

Master Yunhe accepted it without hesitation, grinning from ear to ear:

"Great! Thank you both! Thank you both!"

As he spoke, he put the items into his storage bag, afraid that the other party might change their mind.