only when she loved, would she feel pain

Lin Feng's gaze subtly constricted, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes.

The other two helmeted soldiers glanced at him, their exposed eyes revealing a hint of strangeness.

"Lin Feng, the three of us have no intention of being your enemies. We will leave now," the man said lightly, mounting his horse again and speaking alongside the other two.

"Is that what you agree with?" 

The other two fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Then let's go." The man spoke again, turning his horse's head, and the other two, seeing no resistance from Lin Feng, turned as well. With a sudden burst of speed, their horses neighed and galloped away, as if afraid Lin Feng would pursue them.

However, as their warhorses passed the man from earlier, a strong sense of danger descended. Immediately, two thunderous sounds erupted, and the two men felt a sweet sensation in their throats, blood spurting from their mouths.

Suddenly, a rushing sound came from behind, and they felt their bodies tighten as a tyrannical force surged, hurling them forward. But it was too late; just as they were about to lunge forward, two overwhelming palm forces directly struck them, destroying their vitality.

Lin Feng and Duan Xinye's gazes once again froze slightly as they watched the masked soldier slowly return to his horse.

After mounting his horse, he approached Lin Feng and Duan Xinye, saying, "Lin Feng, though you broke through in a moment of crisis, your body should still be very weak at the moment. You cannot fight for long. I have eliminated the future troubles for you. Find a place to rest as soon as possible."

"Hmm?" Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly; he knew he was still weak.

Indeed, despite the reconstruction of his bones and the subsequent rise in his realm to the level of unity between man and sword, Lin Feng's body was still in the process of reconstructing his bones, and his internal organs had indeed suffered severe damage. Only he understood his current situation.

This was also the reason why he watched the man leave without chasing him. He was simply unable to do so.

However, since this person could see through him, why did he help him?

"Who are you?" Lin Feng asked.

"You don't need to concern yourself with who I am, Lin Feng. Tenacity, resilience, fearlessness - these are the core principles of your heart, your martial path. But not everyone can adhere to such principles all the time. Sometimes, for the sake of survival, one must endure humiliation and hardship," the man said without answering Lin Feng's question.

"Lin Feng, this war between the two countries is far from simple as you imagine. Hundreds of thousands of troops, in the eyes of some behind the scenes, are just pawns, ants that can be abandoned or sacrificed at any time to achieve their goals. Moreover, your risk in coming here was not worth it at all because the princess was never in danger."

The helmeted soldier continued, his eyes looking at Lin Feng with a hint of advice in his tone.

"Remember not to return the same way. The Mo Yue army will not all die on the battlefield, at least not Mo Jie. When the army returns to Mo Yue, you can return to Xueyue. Finally, I hope you can revive Yunhai."

With that, the man turned his horse around and, with a sudden kick, the horse galloped away, his figure gradually fading into the distance.

Watching the man's departing figure, Lin Feng's gaze flickered, and the man's words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

"Revive Yunhai!"

Lin Feng murmured, recalling the man's words about tenacity, resilience, and fearlessness being the core principles of his heart, while sometimes one must endure humiliation and hardship for survival. Implicitly, it likely referred to the man himself, enduring humiliation and hardship for survival.

The man was from the Yunhai Sect.

Indeed, the man was undoubtedly from the Yunhai Sect, and he had joined the Yunhai Sect allied with the Xueyue Holy Court, hence his words.

His attack was like a mighty river, powerful, with the cultivation of the eighth level of the Lingwu Realm. In Lin Feng's mind, a sudden figure emerged—a figure that had once been the most dazzling genius of the Yunhai Sect.

"Linghu... Heshan!"

That person must have been Linghu Heshan, the number one core disciple of the Yunhai Sect in the past.

"Lin Feng, this war between the two countries is far from simple as you imagine. Hundreds of thousands of troops, in the eyes of some behind the scenes, are just pawns, ants that can be abandoned or sacrificed at any time to achieve their goals. Moreover, your risk in coming here was not worth it at all because the princess was never in danger."

Lin Feng remembered Linghu Heshan's words, his heart trembling. Yes, Linghu Heshan, a disciple of the Xueyue Holy Court, was actually by the princess's side, meaning that the four helmeted and masked soldiers just now were all from the Xueyue Holy Court.

The people of the Xueyue Holy Court, together with the Black Demon Guards, were by Duan Xinye's side.

Two forces that should have been completely opposed were surprisingly getting along harmoniously.

Above the Xueyue Holy Court was Duan Tianlang, and above the Black Demon Guards was Mo Jie.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng suddenly felt a chill, a chill that penetrated from head to toe, chilling his heart, chilling his bones and soul.

This was a battle with a predetermined outcome, a war that had already been planned.

The capture of the princess, the internal strife, the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of soldiers—all of it had been predetermined, planned behind the scenes; all of it was just to achieve the goals of some people behind the curtain. Some people wanted him, Lin Feng, dead, so they made him witness the capture of the princess and blamed him for it; some people wanted Liu Canglan dead, so they orchestrated this tragic war, causing tens of thousands of soldiers to die.

However, Lin Feng struggled hard, directing a massive war of reversal. He refused to accept it, so he pursued thousands of miles, found Duan Xinye, but was it all really worth it?

Luckily, he, Lin Feng, did not die, and he even broke through in comprehending the realm, stepping into the realm of unity between man and sword, making him stronger than before.

After standing in silence for a long time, Lin Feng finally moved, sighing. Everything was just smoke and mirrors.

He, Lin Feng, only sought a clear conscience; he, Lin Feng, only sought to remain true to himself. That was enough.

Those conspiracies, those calculations, let him hold a long sword and cut through them.

In the face of martial arts, when reaching the sky, even the heavens could be destroyed, let alone mere schemes and tricks.

As Lin Feng's gaze turned towards Duan Xinye, his eyes were indifferent, devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Lin Feng!"

Seeing Lin Feng's gaze, Duan Xinye felt a chill running down her spine, her eyes pitifully pleading.

Lin Feng took a step forward, then waved his hand, instantly severing the vines entangling Duan Xinye.

Having done so, Lin Feng turned away, stepping out without acknowledging Duan Xinye.

It turned out she was always safe; she was the safest person.

But because of her, tens of thousands of soldiers had paid with their lives, and Lin Feng himself had almost perished here.

"Lin Feng, I don't know," Duan Xinye's voice was low, her eyes moist with tears. From Linghu Heshan's words, she had understood everything, and she knew what Lin Feng was thinking at this moment.

As a princess, she was high above, and she was the crucial point in this conspiracy. How could she not understand the truth and the inner workings? Moreover, Lin Feng had asked her why she had come to the battlefield, as she had no need to be there, and it was dangerous. The birth of this conspiracy undoubtedly gave her a reason to come to the battlefield, and she could understand why Lin Feng would think in that direction.

Lin Feng's steps continued without any intention of stopping, his figure carrying a hint of desolation, yet also a hint of perseverance.

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

A tear rolled down Duan Xinye's cheek, her heart unexpectedly aching.

A woman, only when she loved, would she feel pain.

Perhaps, she was in love after all!