The male lead went insane after the female supporting character gave birth to the main villain'

Based on Jiang Ling'er's previous cultivation speed, she definitely wouldn't have been able to keep up with the opening of the Azure Dragon Secret Realm.

But she clung to Qinghan's arm, pleading and begging. Qinghan couldn't resist and agreed to give her a Golden Core Pill to help her quickly break through to the Golden Core stage so that she could make it to the opening of this secret realm.

However, the cultivation level improved by pills was not solid, and even the lightning tribulation only struck two lightning bolts the size of a little finger.

It only caused a little smoke to rise from Jiang Ling'er's head.

Unlike when Su Yan broke through to the Golden Core stage, when she was struck by a full thirty-six bolts of heavenly lightning, each of which was as thick as the arm of the Imperial Immortal Venerable.

On the day they set off for the Azure Dragon Secret Realm, Su Yan, carrying the little spirit cat, followed Immortal Venerable Yuan Wei to the largest training ground.

Jiang Ling'er arrived here early with Qing Han and her four senior brothers, mingling and laughing among them, who had always been kind to her.

Before Su Yan appeared, she was the most eye-catching little fairy in the entire training ground.

The only reason was that the other female disciples were all wearing long, thin gauze dresses in white, off-white, silver, etc.

Their hairstyles were either the Lingyun Bun, the Lingxu Bun, or the Lingshe Bun; each one of them looked like a fairy from a cold palace, aloof and otherworldly, exuding an ethereal aura.

Only Jiang Ling'er was dressed in a pink, flowing dress with wide sleeves and fluttering butterflies.

Her hair was styled in an adorable hanging bun, adorned with jingling bells and fluffy hair accessories.

Her pink and delicate appearance, along with the jingling sound, made her look adorable, sweet, lively, and clever.

Among the fairies who seemed like background figures in a mural, Jiang Ling'er was like the only real, living person.

It naturally attracted the attention of most of the young male disciples.

But when Su Yan walked slowly towards the crowd, dressed in a high-waisted, straight-necked ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a green embroidered pattern of pink and white begonias in full bloom, her hair styled in a flying bun, a teardrop-shaped aquamarine crystal hanging on her forehead, and holding a snow-white spirit cat in her arms, surrounded by colorful butterflies and birds, no one could help but turn their heads to look at her.

The turquoise skirt, wide sleeves, and the pink and white begonia embroidery on the shoulders were so lifelike that they seemed to come alive, attracting colorful butterflies to kiss them incessantly.

Birds circled around her, chirping melodiously as if sharing her joy.

In that instant, everyone seemed to see the only crabapple tree in the world, transformed into a flower spirit, stepping into the mortal realm, led by colorful butterflies and birds, and accompanied by a gentle breeze, in that fairyland of lush green grass.

Apart from the seniors of the same generation as Yuanwei Immortal Venerable, everyone else looked at Su Yan with amazement.

This includes Qinghan and his four male disciples who always surrounded Jiang Ling'er.

Jiang Ling'er herself was also looking at Su Yan, but her eyes were full of jealousy.

The entire training ground fell silent, save for the chirping of birds and the whisper of the breeze.

The disciples of Qishen Mountain rarely see Su Yan on ordinary days because Su Yan always stays on the main peak to cultivate.

Even the monthly allowances were delivered to the mountainside of the main peak by the handymen disciples, and Su Yan would only collect them after they left.

Only when he has made some progress in his studies will he go to other peaks to spar with disciples of similar strength.

Even though Su Yan only appears in public occasionally, they still have a deep impression of her.

Because every time she appears, flowers bloom and birds and butterflies flock to her.

Also because of her unparalleled beauty and ethereal charm.

Furthermore, being by her side, they felt as if their spiritual consciousness had been purified, becoming clearer.

…After a short while, someone came to their senses, and the entire training ground became as if a drop of water had fallen into a boiling oil pan, causing a great commotion.

"It's Junior Uncle! Is Junior Uncle coming to the secret realm with us this time?"

"Oh my god, I want to be on the same team as Junior Uncle! I can give all my gains to Junior Uncle!"

"Hmph! Grandmaster values ​​Junior Uncle so much, how could he possibly let such a weak disciple like you be on the same team as Junior Uncle?"

"That's right, can you protect Junior Uncle? I'm already at the late Golden Core stage, and I'm ranked in the top ten on our Qishen Mountain Golden Core Ranking. I should be on the same team as Junior Uncle!"

"I'm ranked in the top five, I'm the most qualified to be on the same team as Junior Uncle!"

.........

Beside him, Feng Wujing, the eldest disciple of Feng Qi Immortal Venerable, who was already in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, glanced disdainfully at the person who claimed to be among the top five on the Golden Core Ranking.

Then, he walked straight to Immortal Venerable Yuanwei, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Disciple Feng Wujing greets Grandmaster."

"Junior nephew Feng Wujing greets Junior Uncle! Junior Uncle, can I join your team this time when we enter the secret realm for cultivation?" Feng Wujing exuded the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, his cold face revealing obvious anticipation.

The cat in her arms twitched its ears. Su Yan raised her fair hand and gently stroked its back. She looked at Feng Wujing and said softly, "I'll be in a lot of trouble if I'm on your team."

"...Why?" Although Feng Wujing was mentally prepared to be rejected, he was still somewhat disappointed when he heard her say that.

"Because you are too strong, being on your team would not be helpful for my training," Su Yan explained to him with a smile in her eyes.

Feng Wujing's cold face could no longer remain cold, and his ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed. "Junior, junior uncle, junior uncle can let junior uncle gain experience, and then take action when junior uncle can't handle it."

Not far away, Qinghan watched her smile at another man but refuse to give him a second glance. He clenched his fists and walked over, radiating a chilling aura. "Your junior uncle has already rejected you. You shouldn't be bothering your junior uncle!"

Fang Zhixing and his three fellow disciples forgot about their junior sister and followed Qinghan closely.

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng, Junior Uncle has already rejected you. It's really ungentlemanly of you to keep pestering him like this!"

“Junior Uncle has always been close to our Lingxue Peak, so he should be in the same team as our Lingxue Peak disciples.”

"Besides, our senior brother is also in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, not much weaker than you, Senior Brother Feng. Junior Uncle can just join our team, there's no need to trouble you, Senior Brother Feng!"

Listening to what Qinghan and his disciples said,

Feng Wujing instantly regained his cold expression, turned around and bowed to Qinghan, saying in a cold voice, "Uncle Qinghan is right to teach me a lesson, I know I was wrong."

But turning his head, he looked at Su Yan expectantly and asked, "Junior Uncle, is it alright?"

"Okay." Su Yan smiled.

Feng Wujing and his disciples, including Qinghan, all paused in their breathing.

"Junior Uncle, you've agreed?"

"Yes! However, no one personally taught by Ling Xuefeng is allowed in our team."

Instantly, Feng Wujing smiled like a child who had received candy, showing no trace of his usual cold and handsome nature. "Junior nephew will listen to Junior Uncle!"

Su Yan's blatant act of humiliating Ling Xuefeng caused Qinghan and his four disciples to turn pale.

Qinghan reached out to grab Su Yan's wrist, but was swatted away by the spirit cat in Su Yan's arms.

Three long bloody marks appeared on the back of her hand. Qinghan frowned slightly and looked coldly at the spirit cat in Su Yan's arms.