The scene was completely silent.
Everyone stared at the platform. The man on the ground stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs bulging out.
He curled up, clutching his neck tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, as if an invisible hand was choking him.
"Young...Young Sect Master, please spare my life!"
Shi Hong struggled to touch Xuan Yuanzhao's shoes to plead for mercy.
The man stepped back to avoid his movement, then gently lifted his foot and kicked Shi Hongfei to the ground beneath a stone pillar ten meters away.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"So the young sect leader didn't leave after all; he's been secretly watching over this place all along?"
"As expected of our young sect leader, his strength is terrifying. Is he about to enter the first stage of the Spirit Emperor realm? It's only been half a year since the last heavenly lightning. He is truly a genius that appears only once in a century!"
"Well done! Shi Hong deserved it!"
......
Lin Zhenzhen turned her gaze to the man in front of her. He raised his head slightly, and in the sunlight, his sharp jawline and high nose bridge were clearly visible.
Just like the character "肇" in his name, he always exudes a subtle yet sharp aura.
This man is a born martial artist.
She was staring at his profile in thought when Xuan Yuanzhao suddenly turned around, his gaze now filled with scrutiny.
"Wei Wu".
"Your subordinate is here." A gray figure descended from the sky.
"Take Lingzhen to the back hall."
Wei Wu looked up in shock, but quickly composed himself.
"yes!"
The man called Wei Wu was Xuan Yuan Zhao's personal bodyguard. Judging from his graceful footwork, he must have cultivated a mutated spiritual root, the wind spiritual root.
Instantly transported to the back room, Lin Zhenzhen turned her head and looked around the antique-style room.
[This is the inner chamber that the original owner was willing to cry, make a scene, and even threaten suicide to get into? There's nothing special about it.]
【Don't you understand? This is a way of asserting ownership. As his fiancée, she has never stepped into Xuan Yuan Zhao's private space; she's bound to feel resentful.】
The excruciating pain still lingered, but Lin Zhenzhen raised the corners of her mouth and asked with a smile, "Wei Shaowei, why did you bring me here?"
Wei Wu scratched his head and said dejectedly, "The young master didn't say anything, why don't you rest here for a while?" After saying that, he slipped away.
When no one was around, Lin Zhenzhen finally revealed a hint of her true feelings.
WTF! That hurts so damn much!
And why did this scoundrel leave her here? Shouldn't he have come to treat her immediately?
[You little good-for-nothing, how much affection does the male lead have for me? Don't tell me it's zero, or I'll get really angry.]
It's not zero, it's five points!
Lin Zhenzhen cursed the stingy man a few more times in her mind. After cursing him, she tried to use her spiritual power to heal her injuries.
Wood Spirits are inherently suited for regeneration and repair; specks of brown light emanated from her fingertips and seeped into her arm.
A cool, slightly tingling sensation came over her, and she could even feel the cells in a certain part of her body growing and reorganizing.
After all that effort, about 50% of the fractured bone had healed; she simply didn't have the strength for the remaining 50%.
The upper limit of spiritual power stored in a cultivator's body can be increased through cultivation. If the spiritual power pool of a beginner is about the size of a soup bowl used for eating noodles, then the spiritual power pool of a Spirit Emperor like Xuan Yuanzhao is like a lake.
Lin Zhenzhen focused her mind, wanting to see how much her spiritual energy pool could hold, but her attention was drawn to a golden light surging wildly within her body.
This is... the Metal elemental root attribute?
Suddenly, I felt a cool touch on my arm.
Xuan Yuanzhao entered the room at some point. He had a calm expression on his face and gently brushed his right hand across Lin Zhenzhen's elbow.
"Your bones are fractured, but your meridians are not damaged, so it won't affect your cultivation."
Perhaps because of his profound spiritual power, his voice was very steady, like a heavy ancient bell.
Lin Zhenzhen kept her head down and didn't react.
Xuan Yuanzhao's gaze swept across her face, finally settling on her ponytail, which was now mostly disheveled.
Then his gaze gradually turned strange as he stared straight at that spot: "Lingzhen, you're an adult now, why do you still throw tantrums like this?"
Lin Zhenzhen looked up and stared at him with her clear black and white eyes. Her emotions were complicated, stubborn, resilient, and clearly unconvinced.
Xuanyuan Zhao's heart trembled for no reason.
He turned his head away, avoiding Lin Zhenzhen's accusing gaze.
He twisted his wrist, and brown fluorescent threads appeared in his palm. The original book states that Xuanyuan Zhao possessed a heaven-defying chaotic spiritual root, meaning he had all attributes, including the wood elemental root.
Supported by the unfathomable spiritual energy, Lin Zhenzhen's remaining 50% of injuries were quickly healed.
The feeling is like your entire arm is soaked in Tiger Balm; the cool sensation is intoxicating.
Xuanyuan Zhao gently cut the silk threads with his fingers and walked to a table to sit down.
Lin Zhenzhen then noticed his desk, which was piled high with all kinds of cultivation books; the scene could only be described as terrifying.
An eerie silence suddenly fell.
A faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air. Lin Zhenzhen stared at the wispy smoke before her and suddenly stood up.
"You expended your spiritual energy to heal me, and you even stood up for me in the Qi Refining Field. I should thank you."
Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Zhao put down the book in his hand, looked up, and stared at her expressionlessly.
“I am not advocating for you. Shi Hong is a disciple of Tianhe Hall. I am merely fulfilling my duty as the young sect leader to discipline my disciples.”
Upon hearing his words, Lin Zhenzhen unexpectedly revealed a relieved smile.
"That's good." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought..."
The girl hesitated, but after hearing herself coldly distance herself from the situation, she didn't show her disappointment as usual; instead, she looked relaxed.
A strange feeling welled up in Xuan Yuanzhao's heart. He frowned and asked, "What do you think?"
"It's nothing." Lin Zhenzhen shook her head. "This is for the best, since the engagement has already been dissolved."
Her tone was so cheerful that Xuan Yuanzhao had the illusion that Ling Zhen was disgusted with him.
The thought was so absurd that he suppressed it after only a second.
Xuanyuan Zhao's expression gradually turned cold, and his slender fingers tapped the table slowly and rhythmically.
"You don't still have unrealistic fantasies in your head, do you? Have you ever thought that the reason you were so badly injured today is because you're too weak?"
"If you were strong enough, no one would dare to speak rudely to you. If you had focused more on cultivation back then, you wouldn't still be just a Great Spirit Master, unable to even muster the spiritual power to heal yourself."
He leaned forward slightly, his sharp, eagle-like eyes gleaming.
“I wouldn’t even give a second glance to a weak woman like you.”
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