Wasn't worthy

"Lin Feng!"

"So Lin Feng is the man she loves." To be so deeply remembered by such a beauty, and even to want to explain to him before her death, this Lin Feng must be someone extraordinary.

The crowd pondered silently. If such a beauty could care for them in such a way, what a stroke of fortune it would be.

"She's calling for Lin Feng!"

Ziling's gaze froze, staring blankly at Duan Xinye. No, it couldn't be him. The Lin Feng mentioned by Duan Xinye must be a different person.

The Lin Feng she knew couldn't possibly be loved by such a beauty.

At this moment, Lin Feng's body trembled violently amidst the crowd.

"Lin Feng, I truly didn't know."

What kind of sorrow could make Duan Xinye still want to explain to him before her death?

"I misunderstood her."

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a slight pang in his heart, as if something had pricked him.

It was he who had killed the deputy commander of the Black Fiend Guards; it was he who had made all those protecting Duan Xinye leave. But in the end, he had misunderstood Duan Xinye, leaving her alone and leading to her current fate, being forced by the Purple Mansion, to marry Ziqiong.

Now, Princess Duan Xinye herself even had to place a dagger at her own throat to save her purity, and she still wanted to explain to him, Lin Feng, until her last breath.

She didn't need to explain to him. It was he who had misunderstood her!

"Wait."

Words escaped Lin Feng's lips as he rose from the ground, his steps traversing the air, landing directly on the corridor.

Lin Feng's figure instantly drew the attention of the crowd. All eyes were on him, dressed in a simple, clean white robe, his face handsome and refined.

Duan Xinye's gaze also swept over Lin Feng, her heart trembling violently.

It's him!

This unrestrained figure appeared before her eyes, not a figment of her imagination.

Below the corridor, Ziling and Ziyi saw Lin Feng step onto the corridor, their bodies trembling slightly. Was this the Lin Feng mentioned by Duan Xinye?

Why did he take off his silver mask at this moment?

"Sister Ziyi, is Lin Feng the man she loves?"

Ziling murmured, finding it hard to believe.

Ziyi, who had emerged from the depths of despair, now only harbored hatred in her heart. She looked at Lin Feng's figure coldly. "Impossible. It cannot be him."

Meanwhile, on the corridor, Lin Haojie also looked at Lin Feng, his gaze flickering. This man seemed somewhat familiar, but he felt like he had never seen Lin Feng before; otherwise, he couldn't have failed to recognize him.

As for Duan Xinye, she remained silent, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, and she loosened her grip on the dagger in her hand.

"Lin Feng!"

Duan Xinye still seemed unable to believe that Lin Feng had appeared before her. She whispered softly.

"It's me. I'm sorry. I made you suffer."

Lin Feng sighed lightly, his gaze filled with remorse.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Duan Xinye emitted a sobbing sound. Tears streamed down her beautiful cheeks, but in her eyes, there was a hint of a smile. Despite her tears, she smiled, and at that moment, the world seemed to lose its color. Duan Xinye, so beautiful, made hearts tremble.

With a clatter, the dagger in Duan Xinye's hand fell to the ground. She lifted her feet slowly, walking to Lin Feng's side, smiling brightly. "I don't blame you, really!"

Lin Feng looked at the affection in Duan Xinye's eyes, his gaze complex. The royal family of the Duan clan, Crown Prince Duan Wudao, ruthless and domineering; Second Prince Duan Wuyan, cunning and formidable; yet Princess Duan Xinye was so innocent and kind.

Although she was a princess high above, she was also a beautiful young woman.

Seeing this scene, the crowd felt a tinge of emotion. What a perfect couple they might be. Perhaps they were meant to be together.

Ziling and Ziyi's gazes were fixed on them. Lin Feng, indeed Lin Feng!

The Lin Feng they had always looked down upon was actually deeply loved by such a beautiful woman. It was ridiculous. Compared to Duan Xinye, what were they?

Even Lin Haojie, for the sake of a Zixia, had completely abandoned her, casually leaving her behind without a word.

Reality was so cruel, difficult to accept.

Yet reality was also so dreamlike. Everything on the corridor made her feel incredulous.

Lin Feng, what right did he have to be so deeply loved by a beauty? Why him?

The people of the Purple Mansion had extremely ugly expressions.

Princess Duan Xinye, who was supposed to marry Prince Ziqiong and become Ziqiong's wife, was now with another man on her wedding day. This was unbearable for the Purple Mansion.

The Purple Mansion would be ridiculed in secret from now on, losing all face.

In front of everyone, Duan Xinye and Lin Feng slapped the Purple Mansion's face.

"Have you finished your intimacy?"

Ziqiong said coldly. At this moment, the most embarrassed person was undoubtedly him, Ziqiong. He was supposed to be the protagonist today, marrying Duan Xinye. However, before his wife even entered the door, his reputation had been completely ruined.

Lin Feng and Duan Xinye's gaze turned together, landing on Ziqiong. Lin Feng pulled Duan Xinye's body behind him, looking at Ziqiong with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

This small detail brought a warm current to Duan Xinye's heart. Standing quietly behind Lin Feng, she enjoyed this feeling. That day, when Lin Feng chased after her for thousands of miles, risking his life to rescue her, she had also felt this way.

"Duan Xinye, I, Ziqiong, have been good to you. These days, you did as you pleased, and I never touched you. But today, you colluded with others. Since that's the case, I, Ziqiong, will no longer show mercy to you. Your body belongs to me now."

Ziqiong stared at Lin Feng and Duan Xinye, his tone icy.

"Are the people of the Purple Mansion all so shameless?"

Lin Feng felt somewhat ridiculous. According to Ziqiong's logic, if he captured Duan Xinye to be his wife and didn't touch her before the wedding, should Duan Xinye be grateful?

"By your logic, if someone were to capture your sister to be his wife, and didn't touch her before the wedding, should your sister be grateful and willingly become someone else's wife? Is this the logic of your Purple Mansion?"

Lin Feng said indifferently, causing the people of the Purple Mansion to turn cold and stare at him.

"You, Lin Feng, are quite bold. How dare you be so arrogant in my Purple Mansion? I will make you die a miserable death."

Ziqiong's gaze was full of killing intent. Lin Feng, younger in age, dared to be so arrogant in his Purple Mansion. He didn't know the severity of the situation.

"You can try."

Lin Feng stood calmly there, alone, in white clothes, carrying an ancient sword, fearless.

A breeze swept by, lifting Lin Feng's white clothes, his long hair fluttering. At this moment, he was once again reckless and unrestrained.

Ziling and Ziyi blinked, watching Lin Feng.

He had changed. At this moment, Lin Feng was completely different from before, devoid of the timidity and concession they had felt. Now, he was full of spirit, with a proud demeanor, standing alone facing the crowd of the Purple Mansion.

At this moment, Lin Feng carried a hint of the demeanor of a peerless master, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"What an arrogant fellow. Brother Ziqiong, let me handle this."

Lin Haojie stepped forward, casual in his speech. This was his chance to shine.

"Then please, Brother Lin." Ziqiong nodded slightly. Then, in an instant, Lin Haojie appeared in front of Lin Feng. His golden clothes shimmered with radiance, handsome and noble.

"Why do I feel like you're somewhat familiar?"

Lin Haojie frowned and asked.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and replied, "Proceed."

"So eager to die, I'll grant your wish. Remember, the one killing you is Lin Haojie, the Sword Artist of the Golden Rain!" Lin Haojie arrogantly declared. Stepping forward, a splendid golden rain burst forth in the space, turning into countless golden lights, dazzlingly bright.

As the sword rain fell, the golden sword aura completely enveloped Lin Feng's body.

Yet Lin Feng remained standing there, not moving an inch. He casually raised his palm, and a sharp air of disdain flashed by, appearing only for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

Meanwhile, Lin Haojie let out a piercing scream, his long sword already falling to the ground. His arm holding the sword had been directly severed.

The hearts of the crowd twitched violently, their eyes wide open, but they still couldn't see how Lin Feng had done it.

At this moment, Lin Feng still stood there, as if he had never moved, but Lin Haojie's arm had indeed been severed and lay on the ground.

"Golden Rain Sword Artist, do you even have the qualifications to call yourself a swordsman? Do you even deserve to wield a sword?"

Lin Feng's indifferent voice echoed, causing another tremor in the hearts of the crowd.

Especially Ziling and Ziyi, their bodies still trembling uncontrollably. Had Lin Haojie, a sword cultivator?

Lin Feng, a coward? A waste?

Before Lin Feng, Lin Haojie didn't even have the qualifications to use a sword. Lin Haojie wasn't worthy!