All nine empresses betrayed me, why am I crying after being reborn as a saint?

"Then I'd like to see what tricks you have. Feel free to use them."

Seeing Chen Yuan's stubborn look, Lingshan Sect's law enforcement elder Feng Shengnan felt very angry.

She really didn't expect that Chen Yuan would not give her face in person and challenge her authority.

“Feng Qianling, Feng Jiao, lead the other disciples to attack Chen Yuan. We must get the treasure in the death chamber from him!”

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

Feng Yanran, who was standing by, saw it all and felt anxious.

She was about to open her mouth to stop Lingshan Sect's law enforcement elder Feng Shengnan, but she thought to herself what would be the point of speaking now?

Is this a relief for Chen Yuan?

But her relationship with Chen Yuan was also hostile.

What's more, Feng Yanran was still resentful at this moment that Chen Yuan did not help her get the Nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum that could save her master in the Secret Realm of Life and Death.

Moreover, Chen Yuan didn't know that the living room could actually cause people to fall in cultivation.

As a result, he lost half of his cultivation.

He was very secretive along the way and did not dare to reveal his true strength.

Otherwise, if my fellow disciples knew that my cultivation level was lower than theirs, I would definitely ridicule them, and my self-esteem would not allow that.

Just as Feng Yanran hesitated for a long time and was about to speak, her fellow disciples from the Lingshan Sect had already attacked towards Chen Yuan.

"Bam—"

A blazing light suddenly lit up.

Chen Yuan looked at the monks from Lingshan who were attacking him, and suddenly felt speechless.

I have now quietly practiced to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

It seems that the law enforcement elder of Lingshan Sect in front of her has just reached the initial stage of Nascent Soul. She can't even see her own cultivation level, so she sent out such a group of cultivators whose foundation-building cultivation is not stable, to attack her.

It's really ridiculous.

With just this flash of light, Feng Jiao, who was the first to attack Chen Yuan, only felt her body trembling slightly, and she even had little strength in the hand holding the sword.

"Bam—"

The shock wave of spiritual power from Chen Yuan was so powerful that after it hit Feng Jiao's abdomen, the aftermath attacked Feng Qianling and the disciples of Lingshan Sect.

"Cough cough."

In an instant, Feng Jiao, who was the most seriously injured, fell to the ground on the spot.

She covered her abdomen and suddenly vomited blood. Her life was not in danger. After a long time, she finally got up from the ground.

Feng Qianling, who was standing by, did not fall to the ground and his injuries were slightly lighter than Feng Jiao's, but his face showed a slight pain and it was obvious that he had also suffered serious internal injuries.

She swallowed the blood that was about to surge up in her throat, and instantly and silently regulated the spiritual power in her Dantian.

"How could this kid have such a high level of cultivation? This is simply unbelievable."

"Yes."

Many other disciples of Lingshan Sect also suffered varying degrees of minor injuries. They retreated one after another, subconsciously lowering their heads to discuss the matter.

When the law enforcement elder Feng Shengnan saw the scene in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said to Chen Yuan.

"Hey, how come your cultivation base has increased so rapidly? Have you been hiding your strength all along, or has your cultivation base suddenly increased dramatically since you got the precious treasure from our Lingshan Sect's Death Chamber?"

Feng Shengnan said this while shaking her head as if in disbelief.

She didn't dare believe her own speculation, but it was another speculation that made her feel possible.

"Or have you practiced other evil arts?"

After all, for a proud monk like Feng Shengnan, who has lived for almost hundreds of years and has been practicing diligently.

She would just stubbornly believe that Chen Yuan was practicing evil magic, which was why his strength was higher than hers.

"You think too much. There are always people who are better than you. Don't misunderstand that I am practicing evil when you see someone with a higher level of cultivation than you."

Chen Yuan said with a calm smile.

"Huh, misunderstanding? I think you are just quibbling. You must be practicing evil magic."

"Since Feng Jiao, Feng Qianling and a group of cultivators cannot defeat you together, I have no choice but to ask our Saint Feng Yanran to subdue you."

As Feng Shengnan spoke, she looked at Feng Yanran who was standing behind her, as if waiting for Feng Yanran to express her opinion.

Feng Yanran felt that not only was Feng Shengnan looking in her direction, but all the disciples in the sect were staring at her silently.

She felt that she was in a difficult situation, so she stammered.

"This, Law Enforcement Elder, it's not that I don't want to work for the sect, but Chen Yuan is a mysterious guy. I just got the Nine-Headed Ganoderma Lucidum for my master, and I don't dare to use my spiritual power yet..."

"Yanran, we came out this time on the orders of the Palace Master to seize the treasure from the Death Chamber. Now we have found the culprit, Chen Yuan."

Feng Shengnan spoke to Feng Yanran in a gentle manner.

"Just now, the monks from our sect who attacked have all been seriously injured to varying degrees. Their cultivation is not as high as yours. Now it depends on you to subdue Chen Yuan and take back the treasure."

"Okay, since you, the Law Enforcement Elder, have said so, I will come and meet Chen Yuan now, taking into consideration the order of my master."

Feng Yanran heard that Feng Shengnan had already said everything so thoroughly.

She knew that if she continued to shrink and refuse to fight, her image among the disciples of the sect would plummet.

He had no face left in the future. After the encirclement and suppression of Chen Yuan, he had to establish himself in the sect.

As he was speaking, Feng Yanran, who walked like a fairy, immediately picked up the fairy sword in her hand and stood in Chen Yuan's team.

Chen Yuan could tell Feng Yanran's current level of cultivation with just one glance.

He could guess immediately that Feng Yanran seemed to have suffered because of what he had gone through in Lingshan Sect in her previous life, and had lost half of her cultivation, to the point where even her foundation-building strength was in danger.

For a moment, Chen Yuan spoke in a meaningful tone.

"Feng Yanran, you've fallen into this state now, and you still dare to stand in front of me?"

Chen Yuanling's ambiguous words fell on the mind of Feng Jiao, Feng Yanran's fellow junior sister standing nearby.

Feng Jiao felt a little confused.

When did Feng Yanran become like this?

Could it be that Feng Yanran's cultivation level has really dropped drastically as he thought?

In addition to the Lingshan Sect disciples, many of the Lingshan Sect disciples standing nearby were also confused.

"Shut up."

Fearing that Chen Yuan would continue to say something that would expose her decline in cultivation, Feng Yanran immediately and eagerly changed the subject.

"Chen Yuan, since you won't hand over our Lingshan Sect's treasure, then I can only ask you for your advice as the Saintess of Lingshan Sect."

Fortunately, when she came out this time, she asked her master Feng Aomei, and used the merits from her previous search for the Nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum. After asking for a large number of magical instruments and supplements, she also asked for a top-grade pill - the Shiling Pill.