Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

This group of old foxes was proving to be extremely difficult to deal with. Lin Yun cursed inwardly as he looked at them, then immediately pulled up their panels.

[Name]: Ancestor Xuemi

[Realm]: ???

[Destiny Template]: Ageless Demon Body (Gold)

[Attributes]: Nether Pupil (Purple), Supreme of the Ghostly Dao (Gold), Soul Reaping (Purple) [Fate]: ???

[Recent Turning Point]: In the Sishui Heavenly Palace, she is a formidable opponent to Gu Xiande. Both sides are wary of each other and dare not make a move easily. In two days, when the seal on the Panlong Cauldron breaks, an all-out war will erupt. She will fight a bitter battle with Gu Xiande for a long time, ultimately retreating with grievous injuries.

Next, Lin Yun glanced at Gu Xiande. It was the same story for the old fox. Neither of them would gain a clear advantage in the coming battle.

Lin Yun then looked at the other sects. It seemed they also knew that if a fight broke out, Gu Xiande's primary target would still be Ancestor Xuemi. This would give them an opportunity to snatch some other treasures. The Flowing Cloud Sect could have the meat; they would be content to drink the soup and gnaw on the bones.

It seems that if I handle this carefully, it's not an impossible situation, Lin Yun muttered to himself, a new sense of confidence growing within him. He had been cautious this entire journey; there was no need to worry now.

Sure enough, the situation unfolded just as the panels had predicted. Neither Gu Xiande nor Ancestor Xuemi could fully trust Lin Yun, and the two sides fell into a tense stalemate. Lin Yun, meanwhile, took the opportunity to close his eyes and rest, nurturing his spirit.

About four hours passed.

"Lin Yun," Gu Xiande finally said, "are you truly confident you can open it? If you cannot, I will see to it that you die with no place for burial."

During this time, Ouyang Chun had already slipped away. Lin Yun made a mental note of the direction he had gone.

"My humble life is in your hands, Sect Master Gu," Lin Yun replied smoothly. "Surely you aren't afraid that I would deceive you?"

In the end, Gu Xiande couldn't wait any longer. Delays could bring unexpected trouble. The people of the Crimson Ghost Sect were currently severely injured and needed time to recover. If he let them catch their breath, the Flowing Cloud Sect would lose its chance.

"Since that is the case, then you may proceed," Gu Xiande nodded in agreement.

Only then did Lin Yun slowly rise to his feet.

Ancestor Xuemi just frowned but said nothing. She also understood that a continued standoff would get them nowhere.

Lin Yun had known all along that these two would eventually yield, which was why he had acted with such nonchalant calm.

"Sect Master Gu, aren't you going to have a few people assist me?" Lin Yun asked, looking at him. Inscribing these runes was no joke.

Gu Xiande snorted. "Since this is something you promised to do, then it should be you who handles it from beginning to end. Go on." After speaking, he casually tossed a few medicinal pills over. "Swallow these. They can help you temporarily recover some of your Qi and blood."

It had to be said, this old man really knew how to order people about. Hmph, if I hadn't already known your plan, I really would have been tricked by you today, Lin Yun thought. Their goal was simply to use this opportunity to weaken his strength. Neither the Crimson Ghost Sect nor the Flowing Cloud Sect wanted to see him obtain the Wuyang Jade. Especially not the Crimson Ghost Sect. With Xiao Bai and the Yuqili already in his possession, if the Wuyang Jade was also taken by him, they would never be able to uncover the secrets of the Zhenhuang Hall.

And so, with the tacit approval of the crowd, Lin Yun began to inscribe the runes. Ezu's voice echoed in his mind, correcting his mistakes. The process was long and arduous, and Lin Yun asked many questions about the nature of the inscriptions. According to Ezu, the runes were like electrical wires, helping to establish a connection between Lin Yun and the Panlong Cauldron. But to what extent he could coordinate with the cauldron was not something Ezu could say for certain. Not to mention, they had more pressing matters to attend to.

"I mean… can I remotely summon the Panlong Cauldron later?" Lin Yun knew well the principle that possessing a treasure was a crime in itself. Not everyone here would die. He couldn't let them know that he was the one who had taken the cauldron.

"Heh heh, but of course," Ezu replied. "With the skill of these people, they won't be able to see through my inscriptions. Even if they take it and put it in their storage space, as long as you have left the Sishui Heavenly Palace, you can still summon it away. And no one will ever notice."

It had to be said, Ezu's method was brilliant.

And so, Lin Yun spent an entire day painstakingly inscribing the runes onto the cauldron. Seeing the spiritually exhausted Lin Yun, Gu Xiande was very satisfied.

"Sect Master Gu, I have done what I promised. May I please rest for a moment?" Lin Yun asked, looking as if he might collapse at any second.

Gu Xiande nodded with a smile. "Lin Yun, you have been a great help to us this time. Rest assured, the Flowing Cloud Sect will not forget your contribution."

Ancestor Xuemi snorted. What a hypocrite. Although she detested Lin Yun, she now felt a flicker of admiration for his talent. She had to admit, this young man had some real skill.

Lin Yun saw it all. The inscription on the Panlong Cauldron was complete. As for the so-called seal, there was never one to begin with.

"Why does it seem the Panlong Cauldron still has no intention of opening?" Ancestor Xuemi asked.

"As you know, this is an Emperor-tier weapon, after all," Lin Yun said flatly. "The runes I have written will need some time to take effect."

Ancestor Xuemi nodded suspiciously.

And so they waited, time ticking by. The righteous and evil factions were like ants on a hot pan, restless with anxiety. Lin Yun, in contrast, used the opportunity to regulate his energy.

The time is almost right, he thought. Once Chentian comes out, I will fish in the muddy waters and go find Ouyang Chun.

He didn't know if he was a match for Ouyang Chun, but he had to get his hands on that Ancient Soul-Returning Wood. Moreover, his previous contact with the man had made him realize just how dangerous he was. He appeared warm and gentle, but in reality, he was incredibly shrewd and cunning. Most importantly, Ouyang Chun himself was a major problem.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Zhou Zeming grew impatient. "Sect Master Gu, I think this Lin Yun is just deceiving us, trying to buy himself more time! This boy knows a lot about this place. He's probably planning some trick up his sleeve!"

Gu Xiande frowned. To be honest, he had the same thought, but it wasn't a good time to voice it.

Just as the two sides were about to come to blows, a powerful surge of energy instantly captured their attention.

The Panlong Cauldron's seal was breaking.

BOOM—

The first chain snapped.

Everyone's gaze was fixated on the cauldron. At the same time, a deafening roar echoed through the hall. A ball of dark gold light appeared, and from within it, a humanoid monster slowly emerged.

It was over fifteen feet tall, its face savage, its power terrifying.

This was Chentian, the guardian of the Panlong Cauldron.