Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Lin Yun had no intention of wasting time. Thanks to the coordinated efforts of the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples, the gargoyles had been more or less dealt with. This was the perfect opportunity for him to make his move.

Lin Yun, naturally, would not let this chance slip by.

Hou Liangze had originally thought he could at least put up a fight. But when they truly clashed, it was a completely different story. His level of skill was simply not worth mentioning in Lin Yun's eyes.

Lin Yun held his sword in one hand. With his left, he formed a series of magic seals. One after another, streams of sword Qi shot towards Hou Liangze.

At first, Hou Liangze could barely manage to cope. But soon, he was completely overwhelmed, unable to even defend himself properly. Faced with the endless torrent of sword Qi, even he began to break out in a sweat.

"If the Crimson Ghost Sect thought they could stop me with someone like you," Lin Yun sneered, "then they were gravely mistaken." He didn't find Hou Liangze impressive in the slightest. After all, he had been able to challenge the Spirit Cauldron Realm even before his breakthrough. Now that he had reached the Sky-Soaring Realm, even a peak Sky-Soaring expert was nothing to him, let alone Hou Liangze, who clearly hadn't even touched that threshold. An opponent like this didn't even require his full caution.

After a few exchanges, it didn't take long for Hou Liangze to be completely suppressed. Knowing he was outmatched, he could only resort to another method.

He spat out a mouthful of blood essence. Instantly, his entire spirit seemed to wither.

Lin Yun knew it. These people would definitely use some heretical, unorthodox arts to forcefully stimulate their own power. This wasn't the first or second time it had happened. He wasn't surprised. Thus, he just gave a contemptuous smile.

"Relying on such methods… even if you increase your strength for a short time, it's still far from enough."

As he spoke, a golden light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He didn't wait for Hou Liangze to make his move. He struck first.

As the saying goes: strike while your enemy is down and take their life. Lin Yun had never been a saint. Against such ruthless people, he would show no mercy.

The sword strike was incredibly fast. A single move from the Great River Sword Style, magnificent in its power.

Hou Liangze's expression changed. A massive lion condensed from his blood essence formed before him. The lion roared at the oncoming river of sword Qi, a sound that shook the heavens.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the surging river of sword Qi actually collapsed.

Hou Liangze's heart relaxed. "Everyone says your swordplay is different from others, but now it seems there's nothing special about it. It seems the outside world has greatly exaggerated your abilities."

To have his sword technique broken so easily, he naturally no longer believed that Lin Yun was that strong.

But just as Hou Liangze thought his opportunity had arrived, the situation changed abruptly.

The instant the sword Qi burst apart, it transformed into thousands of tiny swords. These small, cyan swords were like silken threads. Even Hou Liangze had no time to block them.

"This is impossible! How can anyone manipulate their Yuan Qi to such a degree?"

To control such minuscule swords required an absolutely terrifying level of mastery over Yuan Qi, like trying to write an essay with a single strand of hair. It was not something just anyone could do.

But Lin Yun had done it.

Every single tiny sword was imbued with his Yuan Qi. Then, under his control, they deftly broke through Hou Liangze's attack.

RUMBLE—

Although the Great River Sword Style had been broken, the power of the Azure Origin Sword Style remained.

Ancestor Xuemi also witnessed the battle between the two. She had naturally heard many things about Lin Yun, but in her eyes, he was merely a fellow with decent talent. This battle, however, had changed her opinion. Lin Yun was truly stronger than she had imagined.

"You should understand now," Jingkong said with a smile. "Patron Lin's strength is not something just anyone can handle."

Seeing the old monk's smug expression, Ancestor Xuemi grew even angrier. "So what if he has some ability? After I kill you here today, I'll go and kill that boy next." She was seething, spitting out a few more threats.

But Jingkong was not in a hurry. He knew this was just talk born from her anxiety. In reality, a battle between the two of them would likely take ten days to half a month to determine a victor, and that was just on a spiritual level.

Ancestor Xuemi could now only place all her hopes on the disciples of the Crimson Ghost Sect. Fortunately, she had arranged for many of them to be here.

Meanwhile, after finishing off Hou Liangze, Lin Yun began to rush towards the entrance without a moment's rest. Since the gargoyles had been dealt with, he now had to be the first to rush in.

The few disciples who had been surrounding him all launched their own attacks. But unfortunately for them, they couldn't stop Lin Yun at all.

With a single slash of his sword, a surging river of sword Qi swallowed a portion of the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples. These people couldn't even manage a scream before they vanished into nothingness.

And Lin Yun was clearly not satisfied. His speed increased. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the entrance.

The few Crimson Ghost Sect disciples inside were still busy fighting the last of the gargoyles. They had no time to pay attention to Lin Yun appearing behind them. By the time they came to their senses, it was already too late.

Lin Yun struck first, dispatching them with casual ease, one sword per person. Anyone who stood in his way was instantly eliminated.

At first, some still had the courage to challenge him. But as they gradually realized the immense gap in strength between them and Lin Yun, these people all began to retreat. It wasn't that they didn't want to fight; it was that they couldn't see any hope of victory.

Just like that, Lin Yun quickly broke through to the very front.

Of course, he wasn't a fool.

[Name]: Lin Yun

[Realm]: Sky-Soaring Realm - Stage 1

[Destiny Template]: Mediocre (White)

[Attributes]: Immaculate Sword Physique (Purple), Asura (Purple), Pure Sword Heart (Blue) [Fate]: During a fierce battle at the Flowing Cloud Sect, he is ultimately defeated by his opponent on the spot.

[Recent Turning Point]: Finds a box of pills in the right wing of the Void Heavenly Palace.

Lin Yun didn't act rashly. It seemed that within this grotto-heaven, he probably wouldn't die so easily, provided he was careful.

"I'd advise you not to move recklessly," he called out to the remaining Crimson Ghost Sect disciples. "Otherwise, don't blame me for being discourteous."

Lin Yun made them stand still while he began to observe their panels one by one. With so many people having entered this place, there were bound to be some lucky ones.

And in fact, he was right. He soon found a particularly fortunate individual among the group of captives. This person had actually found the legendary Rootless Divine Water. This item had long since vanished from the cultivation world. To think that there was still a reserve of it here in the Void Heavenly Palace.

Lin Yun concealed the surprise and joy in his heart and, without a change in expression, continued to fleece the sheep…