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

She wore a long, moon-white dress, her black hair cascaded down her back, and her skin was as smooth as jade.

Her features were exquisitely perfect, yet her eyes and brows exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Ye Fan felt a surge of excitement in his heart as he watched.

Today, Master seems somewhat different from before.

Two faint blushes appeared on her cool and aloof face, making her even more beautiful and charming.

Ye Fan swallowed hard, cursing inwardly.

That's fucking slutty!

Sooner or later, I'll get you under my thumb!

But his expression was extremely respectful, and he bowed deeply in greeting.

"Disciple Ye Fan greets Master!"

Xia Qingcheng lowered her eyes to look at her disciple, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

For some reason, from the first moment she saw this person, she always felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

That gaze, that tone, though clearly respectful, always made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It was as if something shameful was hidden behind those downcast eyes.

She originally did not want to take on apprentices.

Given her status and position, she has no need to rely on taking on disciples to solidify her position.

However, due to pressure from the sect—after all, the other party is a holy son, and nominally requires a master of sufficient stature.

She was too lazy to say anything more, as long as the other party didn't disturb her meditation.

At that moment, she nodded slightly, her voice as clear and cold as ever:

"Hmm. Ye Fan, you've come to see your master because you need something?"

Ye Fan raised his head, a perfectly timed smile on his face:

"I heard that Master was a great success in the secret realm and brought back many rare and precious treasures. I have come here to offer my congratulations."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qingcheng simply nodded and did not say anything more.

She has never liked this kind of deliberate flattery.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Ye Fan wasn't embarrassed. He changed the subject, his tone becoming even more respectful:

"By the way, Master, I have another question to ask you."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Xia Qingcheng's expression, and slowly said:

"I wonder if Master has seen Lin Fengmian, whom I mentioned before, in the secret realm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan felt a faint sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

If Master encounters that brat in the secret realm, he'll easily kill him—

That would save me a lot of trouble!

However, upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Xia Qingcheng's beautiful eyes.

Lin Fengmian?

She recalled for a moment.

A few days ago, it seemed that his apprentice had indeed come by and said something.

It is said that someone from the Hehuan Sect used bewitching magic to seduce his several fiancées and even tried to abduct them.

He even asked if he could kill him if he encountered him.

She didn't pay much attention at the time and just casually replied.

But thinking about it now—

That description is so similar to the person I met in the secret realm.

Xia Qingcheng's heart stirred slightly, but her face remained expressionless as she asked:

"What does this Lin Fengmian you're talking about look like?"

Ye Fan was taken aback.

Didn't I tell my master? How come she didn't remember?

This wretched woman doesn't even take my words to heart!

Just wait, once I reach the Core Formation stage, I'll definitely pin you down on the bed and torture you properly!

But his expression remained respectful, even with a hint of a smile:

"That person used sorcery, so he is quite good-looking, but compared to my disciple, he is naturally inferior."

Although Ye Fan didn't want to praise Lin Fengmian, he had to describe him accurately in case his master happened to meet him in the secret realm.

Upon hearing this, Xia Qingcheng's expression slightly hardened.

She knew her apprentice's words well.

When he says "not bad," it means it really is good.

Thinking of the person I met in the secret realm—

That handsome face, those clear yet slightly cunning eyes, and that… that pitiful look.

Although Xia Qingcheng never cared about appearances, that person was indeed... pleasing to the eye.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Xia Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, but her expression remained calm, though her voice trembled slightly:

"And what about his cultivation level?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan scoffed, his face full of disdain:

"What a piece of trash. All he does is hide behind women. If it weren't for my fiancées being controlled by his evil magic, I would have killed him with my own hands long ago!"

His impression of Lin Fengmian was still from when the other party had just entered the Hehuan Sect and become a furnace cauldron.

Seeing that his expression seemed genuine, and recalling that the man had said his name was "Li Feiyu," Xia Qingcheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Moreover... that person's behavior in the cave.

That awkwardness, that nervousness, it must have been the first time, right?

Thinking of this, Xia Qingcheng felt a strange sense of guilt.

She suppressed this strange emotion and said calmly:

"Hmm. I did not see this person in the secret realm."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan was greatly disappointed.

Xia Qingcheng, you piece of trash!

You can't even handle this small thing!

But he remained respectful, even managing a slight smile:

"It's alright. He will be coming to the Holy Land to duel with me soon. At that time, I will take his life with my own hands."

Xia Qingcheng nodded, showing no interest in the matter.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you may leave. I'm a little tired."

"Yes. This disciple takes his leave."

Ye Fan bowed and withdrew.

The moment he stepped out of the palace, the respect on his face vanished, replaced by a gloomy and ferocious expression.

Instead of returning to the Holy Son's Palace, he flew directly to the disciples' residential area on his sword.

Fortunately, I, the Holy Son, had made two preparations!

Those good-for-nothings, I wonder if they succeeded in the secret realm.

However, surely Lin Fengmian has no women to hide from in the secret realm?

Ye Fan landed in front of a courtyard and coughed lightly.

Soon, several disciples came out of the house, their faces showing some reluctance.

But since the other party was the Holy Son, they dared not be negligent.

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back and asked coldly:

"Have you taken care of the tasks I assigned you?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Holy Son, we did not encounter this person in the secret realm..."

To be honest, they didn't even know who Ye Fan was looking for.

When Ye Fan spoke, they just let it go in one ear and out the other.

Ye Fan's expression darkened, and he looked at the others.

The answer was still negative.

"You bunch of useless trash!"

Ye Fan finally couldn't hold back and started cursing.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and asked again:

"Shouldn't you have paid attention when the secret realm ended? You should have known whether he came out or not, right?"

At this moment, a disciple who had paid a little attention spoke up:

"Holy Son, I see him! He has come out!"

Ye Fan was taken aback.

"Huh? He can still get out?"

He cursed inwardly, "That bastard, he's got pretty good luck!"

With his meager strength, how come he wasn't kicked to death when he entered the secret realm?

The disciple nodded repeatedly:

"Not only did they emerge, but they also brought back a huge pile of medicinal herbs—a truly fruitful haul!"

"What?"

Ye Fan's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

How could that be? With that piece of trash?

The surrounding disciples also chimed in:

"That's right, Holy Son, we all saw it, he's carrying a lot of things!"