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

"I……"

Listening to Chen Yuan's questioning, he looked at the sneering expressions of the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest who were watching the show on the side.

For a moment, Murong'er didn't know what to say.

She stood there tied with the spirit-binding ropes and explained hurriedly.

"No, Chen Yuan, I still have some feelings for you."

"It's just that husband and wife shouldn't hide anything from each other. You've always been practicing faster than me, and I've been begging you to teach me the skills, but you've always made excuses, saying that I have a Taoist body and can't practice too fast. I believed this excuse at first."

Having said that, Murong'er seemed to have thought of something, and then spoke with gritted teeth.

"But you keep saying this, and yet the other eight girls all practice faster than me. Why is that?"

"I've said it many times before, Murong'er, you have a different physique from them, so don't compare yourself to them."

Chen Yuan looked at Murong'er who was hastily explaining and trying to pick on others. He felt that he had been blind to fall in love with her.

Upon hearing what Chen Yuan said, the tied-up Murong'er spoke even more excitedly.

"They pretend to be friendly with me in front of you, but behind my back, they come and praise me openly and criticize me secretly, relying on their higher cultivation level. Tell me, if this is not hiding something, then what is this?"

So she hated it. She felt that Chen Yuan always kept a layer of isolation from her from the beginning to the end.

"Those women are praising you openly and criticizing you secretly. Don't you think about how you treat them? You are not united and friendly to each other. You are jealous of each other and fight over the smallest things. I don't know how many times I have told you about this."

Chen Yuan was really disappointed with these women.

He had nine wives in his previous life, but what did he get in the end?

Lin Yusheng was his master, who went astray in her practice. He practiced dual cultivation with her to help her control the tendency of her Divine Thunder Body to become possessed by the devil. Unexpectedly, Lin Yusheng accused him of betraying his master and ancestors and bringing disgrace to his school.

Yunxiang is his junior sister, with a hot temper and a tendency to throw tantrums, but he has always tolerated her. Unexpectedly, she still secretly likes another handsome male disciple in the sect, Zhao Bufan, which makes him extremely disappointed.

Cheng Xiaowan was the person he rescued, and he made her a maid just to temper her character. Unexpectedly, she secretly hated himself for destroying the Tiangan Empire in her previous life, killing her father, mother, and brother, and preventing her from becoming a noble princess.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan looked at Shui Lianyi who was lying on the ground after being knocked unconscious by him. She had followed him all the way to the ancient mausoleum, and he had seen through her plan to secretly steal the treasure, and she had just beaten him up.

"So I feel wronged. Chen Yuan, you should help me. If you teach me the skills and practice them well, I can improve my strength. Then, the other eight women will not look down on me anymore, right?"

Murong'er said this with a little discomfort.

Looking at Murong'er who was complaining to him about her grievances, Chen Yuan suddenly felt confused.

Sure enough, after having a woman, there are more things to do. It’s better to have no women in your heart and draw your sword naturally.

"Murong'er, so this is what you have always thought..."

Chen Yuan's voice was a little tired.

Unexpectedly, Murong'er is still so stubborn.

I have explained to her many times in the beginning that because she was born with a Taoist body, she needs to go through many trials and tribulations to stabilize her cultivation. Otherwise, it is easy for her to go astray and her strength will plummet.

Therefore, he always told Murong'er not to care about the speed of her current cultivation strength, but to make steady progress step by step to improve her strength and eventually achieve the strength of a Saint King.

"What do I think? Isn't this the truth?"

As Murong'er spoke, mist appeared in her eyes and she looked like she was about to cry.

"Hey, Murong'er, weren't you quite arrogant before? Why do you really want to shed tears in front of our cult?"

The thin Taoist priest couldn't bear to watch it anymore and spoke quickly while standing aside.

"Yes, Murong'er, if Chen Yuan doesn't want to teach you the skills, then don't teach it. After all, you were husband and wife before, and now you are no longer husband and wife. Why are you still piling up things from the past in front of you? What are you talking about?"

The fat monk also shouted.

"If you want to improve your strength, you have to rely on yourself. Everyone has gone through hardships. As a Taoist, do you think you can take shortcuts?"

The thin Taoist priest was also a Taoist practitioner.

They, the Taoists, have to go through hardships and obstacles that are dozens of times more difficult than those of others before they can finally become saints.

How can one achieve success by simply practicing some techniques and taking shortcuts?

"you……"

Hearing that the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest were both speaking for Chen Yuan, Murong'er became furious.

"You are all one, and I alone cannot argue with you three. What's more, I am a weak woman, and I am tied up here by you. You can say whatever you want."

Having said that, Murong'er was no longer sad, and the mist in her eyes dissipated.

"Okay, Murong'er, since you are tied here, just stay here and don't say anything."

Chen Yuan didn't want to ask any more questions.

Anyway, these women are all liars and rogues. Even if a grown man like me explains all these emotional problems to them, they won't admit it.

"Forget it, Murong'er, just think that I, Chen Yuan, had misjudged you. Now that we have started over, don't say anything more. As for the fact that I hid the skills secretly, we are not husband and wife now, and I have no obligation to help you. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other!"

After saying that, Chen Yuan turned and left, leaving Murong'er tied up with the spirit-binding rope.

The fat monk and the thin Taoist priest looked at each other.

The fat monk cast a spell to immobilize Murong'er and strengthened the spiritual power of the soul-binding rope.

They also followed Chen Yuan and shouted.

"Chen Yuan, wait for us. We have already opened the seven doors ahead."

"There may be better treasures behind this eighth door. Please don't abandon us."

Murong'er was tied there, and just when she was about to go forward and follow, the fat monk cast a spell of immobilization on her, so she could only stay where she was.

Murong'er looked at their backs as they headed towards the eighth door, a sneer appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Humph, when I was practicing in this ancient mausoleum, I heard the sound of outsiders breaking in, so I set up a hole trap at the entrance of the eighth door.

Now, the self-torture trick he was using here was just to make Chen Yuan, the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest in front of him relax their vigilance.

Murong'er saw that Chen Yuan, the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest did not take her through the doors this time, but walked away.

Her originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

But she tried to use a little force, trying to untie the soul-binding rope, but she could not help but use her own spiritual power.

The fat monk was bound in place by the spell of immobilization and the spirit-confinement spell, and could not go anywhere.

Murong'er was helpless.

She could only silently watch Shui Lianyi who had fainted on the ground, and resigned herself to watching Chen Yuan and the fat and thin Taoist priests head towards the eighth door.

She prayed that Shui Lianyi could wake up soon. How should she let Shui Lianyi save her?

For a moment, the tied Murong'er was thinking hard.