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

Chen Yuan left after saying this, which gave Feng Jiao a chance to redeem herself from her crime and regain her position in Feng Yanran's heart. She madly mocked Chen Yuan.

"I thought you were so capable, but in the end you did nothing but talk. Our senior sister killed the dragon. Do you have the ability to do that? If it were you, you would have been scared to death a long time ago, right?"

As soon as Feng Jiao finished her mockery, the rest of the "spectator group" in Lingshan also began to mock Chen Yuan.

"Useless piece of trash, I don't think you have any ability, who are you trying to show off to?

"I know people like him too well. He pursued our Saint Lady but was rejected, so he became resentful. I feel sick just thinking about him."

"What a piece of trash, just pretending, and when he saw that he couldn't continue the performance, he ran away in disgrace."

……

These seemingly holy female disciples of Lingshan used very harsh words today to mock Chen Yuan, a man they met for the first time.

If they really hated Chen Yuan so much, then that's fine. It can only be said that the female disciples of Lingshan are not as elegant and humble as rumored. The irony is that they didn't hate Chen Yuan that much. They did hate him, but the reason why they cursed him so harshly was actually the same as Feng Jiao's idea. They just wanted to please Feng Yanran through Chen Yuan, who was a drowned dog in their eyes, so that Feng Yanran would not hate them.

Chen Yuan did not react at all to the behavior of the Lingshan women. He did not look back, did not slow down, and did not fight back.

As a saint king, he simply disdains to bother with these villains.

The behavior of the women in Lingshan could only be described as disgusting in his eyes, so disgusting that he just wanted to get back here as soon as possible.

But the most disgusting thing for him is the saint Feng Yanran.

This encounter wiped out Chen Fan's last bit of feelings for Feng Yanran.

In his eyes, Feng Yanran in her previous life was a saint, extremely pure and stunningly beautiful.

But in this life, he has realized that Feng Yanran is just a name with a false reputation. If the people in Lingshan are real villains, then Feng Yanran is a hypocrite.

For the sake of her position as a saint, she attacked her own bedmate, and she was irresponsible and only pushed the mistakes onto others. How could such a person win?

When Chen Yuan completely disappeared from the Spiritual Palace, Feng Jiao proudly took credit for it to Feng Yanran: "Senior Sister, that bastard is gone. I don't think he has any ability. Don't worry about him."

However, Feng Yanran did not respond. Feng Jiao just stared in the direction where Chen Yuan left with a frown on her face.

"Sister?"

Feng Jiao had no choice but to call out again.

"Ah, nothing, I was just wondering what he meant by that?"

Chen Yuan's departure made Feng Yanran feel heartbroken, but what she cared more about were the last words Chen Yuan left behind.

Is there a stronger monster in the living room?

If that were the case, they would probably be in great danger.

After hearing this, Feng Jiao said indifferently: "What? Senior Sister, you are really scared by that boy. The last time the Spirit Palace was opened was three hundred years ago. It seems that boy has not cultivated for three hundred years."

Feng Yanran sighed: "It doesn't matter, let's go into the birth room."

What else could she say?

She couldn't tell people that she and Chen Yuan were both living a new life, and that Chen Yuan had been here in his previous life, right?

Moreover, she had no other choice now. The opening time of the Ling Palace was limited, and she estimated that it would soon be closed. There was no chance to ask the elders of Lingshan for help.

Now she had to go into the living room whether she wanted to or not, unless she didn't want to save her master.

There was no other choice. Although Feng Yanran felt that things were not going well ahead, she still gritted her teeth and walked to the huge rock that sealed the living room. Then she circulated the spiritual energy in her body and hit it with a palm.

This rock was not mixed with spiritual energy, so even though Feng Yanran was very weak now, she could still break an ordinary boulder with one palm.

After the huge rock was broken, the birth chamber was exposed. As a place to hide treasures, the birth chamber was quite shabby. There was nothing in it except the cabinet where the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum was placed and the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum.

Seeing the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum, Feng Jiao's eyes lit up and she said in surprise, "Look, Senior Sister, that's the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum!"

This stupid woman really has no IQ. She has clearly seen the weirdness in this spiritual palace, yet she still rushed towards the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum. Feng Yanran was so scared that she quickly raised her hand.

"No!"

However, it was too late to say anything. Feng Jiao had already reached out and grabbed the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum. However, she was also lucky and did not encounter any mechanical monsters. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not take the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum off the cabinet.

"It's strange, Senior Sister, why can't I take it down?"

"Let me take a look."

Feng Yanran walked forward and found a line of words on the cabinet. It read: "Nine Heavens Lingzhi Heavenly Immortal, if you want to cure mortal diseases, I will exchange it with your cultivation."

Feng Yanran was shocked after seeing this and asked hurriedly, "Junior sister, do you feel your spiritual power dissipating again?"

Feng Jiao shook her head.

"No, why do you ask?"

Feng Yanran couldn't help but frown after hearing this. If it was true as mentioned above, then Feng Jiao's current cultivation should be dissipating. The dissipation of cultivation was equivalent to the dissipation of spiritual energy, which was a very painful thing, and Feng Jiao would definitely feel it.

Could it be that the words above are just a bluff, to see whether those who enter the Spirit Palace are sincere or not?

That shouldn't be the case. How bored must the ancient sage who left behind this spiritual palace be to tell such a lie?

So what's going on?

"Get out of the way."

"it is good."

Feng Jiao stood up and moved aside. Feng Yanran put her hand on the nine-headed Ganoderma lucidum. In an instant, she felt as if someone was pulling out her tendons and digging out her bones, peeling off her skin and drinking her blood. She screamed in pain.

It seems that the words above are not for bluffing. The reason why Feng Jiao did not react may be that the ancient sages were afraid that the treasure hunters who entered the Spirit Palace would be unwilling to sacrifice their own cultivation, so they just found a scapegoat with low cultivation, and designed some kind of protection mechanism. If the cultivation level is not up to a certain level, the mechanism cannot be triggered.

As for whether she would die or not, Feng Yanran didn't dare to conclude, but it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that she was in pain now.

However, the women from Lingshan still had some conscience. Seeing Feng Yanran in such agony, they all surrounded her.

"Sister, how are you?"

"Sister, are you okay?"

"Sister, are you okay?"

……

Everyone was talking at once, expressing their concern, but no one was able to do anything. Only Feng Qianling tried to pull Feng Yanran.

"Don't touch me!" Feng Yanran yelled, "Otherwise all our efforts might be wasted."

Feng Yanran was in so much pain that she wished she was dying. Her faith began to waver. Did she really have to go to this extent for her master?

Even she felt shameless about this thought, but she was really hurting now. She didn't know how much cultivation she had lost. If she lost all her cultivation, would she still be qualified to be a saint?

"Chen Yuan..."

The irony is that the first person Feng Yanran thought of at this time was Chen Yuan. Yes, Chen Yuan no longer wanted her, and no one else could bear this pain for her...