Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

The moment Wei Cao'an saw Lin Yun, he was completely dumbfounded.

Previously, when Gu Xiande had said that Lin Yun would definitely come to rescue Bai Zhuqing, few had believed it. After all, in the cultivation world where personal safety was paramount, how could such a special situation possibly occur?

But now, as they watched Lin Yun walk towards them step by step, their hearts were filled with doubt. No one knew what this young man was thinking. To swagger up to their gate at such a critical moment, it was as if he held their entire Flowing Cloud Sect in complete contempt.

Fang Datong raised his sword and roared, "Whoever you are, stop right there! If you take one more step forward, don't blame us for being discourteous!"

An ambush formation had long since been laid at the mountain gate. If Lin Yun advanced any further, they would use the formation to kill him. Although Lin Yun's killing intent domain was already active, the few disciples at the gate seemed not to be greatly affected.

Hearing their response, Lin Yun slowly raised his head, his icy gaze falling upon them.

That single glance made the disciples feel as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar. They stumbled back, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"What a terrifying gaze," Wei Cao'an's voice trembled.

They had heard many stories about Lin Yun before, but they never imagined that seeing him in person would be so terrifying, that he could intimidate them so completely on a spiritual level. The other disciples nodded in agreement, a palpable fear now gripping them.

But it was too late for fear.

As Lin Yun advanced step by step, his killing intent domain completely enveloped them. Their every move was now within his control.

"I have come here today for one reason only: to take Bai Zhuqing with me. If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

After saying this, Lin Yun continued to ignore them. This infuriated Fang Datong and Wei Cao'an. No matter what, they were disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect, and they were currently blocking his path. But this man's every action made it clear he didn't see them as a threat at all.

"You brat, we've spoken to you so seriously, yet you still pay us no mind. Since that's the case, don't blame us for being discourteous!"

With that, the two of them attacked Lin Yun from the left and right. They knew he was strong, but duty called. Even if they were afraid, they had to act.

The other disciples were spurred into action as well. They prepared to use the formation to deal with Lin Yun. Once the formation was activated, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to advance.

But just as they were naively thinking they could control him, they discovered something shocking.

In the instant they made their move, Lin Yun had already swept past them.

In the next moment, wounds so deep the bone was visible appeared on their bodies. They screamed and crumpled to the ground.

Lin Yun's cold voice echoed past them. "I said, those who block the path will die."

The disciples at the gate had failed to stop him. As he stood there, he was like a devil from an Asura's hell.

Recently, both the cultivation world and the secular world at the foot of the mountain had been abuzz with rumors. The situation regarding Bai Zhuqing and Chen Yu was unclear, but it was certain that Bai Zhuqing likely didn't have much longer to live. As for Chen Yu, she was just a pitiful sacrificial pawn.

Lin Yun still remembered the look on Chen Nanfeng's face when he had entrusted his daughter to him. He remembered the great battle at the Chen Family Fort, where everyone had fought so hard. And now, these were the very people stabbing them in the back.

As Lin Yun walked up the mountain path, more and more disciples appeared before him. Most of them, however, just stood there, not daring to act rashly. They all knew the gap in strength between themselves and Lin Yun was immense. Even if they fought now, they had no chance of victory.

Lin Yun saw the thoughts in their eyes. "I have come here today only to seek justice for those disciples who have died. At the same time, I will let the entire cultivation world witness Gu Xiande's hypocrisy. We were all once fellow sect brothers. I ask that you do not block my way," Lin Yun said in a low voice to the disciples present.

A short while ago, some disciples had wanted to use this opportunity to test their skills against him. This was the Flowing Cloud Sect's home turf, after all; they couldn't believe they couldn't defeat him. But now, hearing his words, they seemed to understand what was truly happening.

And so, Lin Yun's path from the mountain gate to the halfway point was completely unimpeded.

But just as he was about to continue upwards, his steps finally came to a halt. He looked at Liao Changping, who had suddenly appeared before him, and smiled.

"I never thought I would see Elder Liao here." As Lin Yun spoke, his gaze towards Liao Changping was sinister and ruthless. He still remembered that it was Liao Changping who had tried to kill him back then. And from the moment he had first met him, he knew this man was no good.

At this, Liao Changping burst into laughter. "When the Sect Master said you would definitely come, I still had my doubts. After all, you don't seem like a fool. Why would you seek your own death? But I truly never expected that someone as smart as you would do something so foolish. Lin Yun, to swagger up our mountain gate like this, are you prepared to die?" He let his smile fall, his eyes now revealing his killing intent.

His crippled state was all because of Lin Yun. For a long time now, Liao Changping's resentment toward Lin Yun was no less than anyone else's. And because of his past failure, he was no longer valued by Gu Xiande. Liao Changping blamed all of it on Lin Yun. This time, he wanted to use this opportunity to redeem himself. As long as he killed Lin Yun, it wasn't too late to fix everything.

"Get out of the way," Lin Yun said simply.

Liao Changping's strength was not what it once was. And recently, it seemed he was on the verge of a cultivation deviation. It appeared he had never been able to adapt to his own weakness. That was normal. After tasting great power, how could one ever return to being ordinary?

Seeing the contempt in Lin Yun's eyes, Liao Changping's pride was dealt a heavy blow. He barely said another word. The next moment, he brought out his treasured sword.

"Die!"

A terrifying aura erupted from him. The sharp sword Qi forced many of the disciples present to retreat. This is Elder Liao's strength? Even though it was a shadow of its former self, it was still not something they, as minor figures, could withstand.

The crowd of disciples quickly cleared a path, afraid of being splattered with Lin Yun's blood.

Faced with Liao Changping's assault, however, Lin Yun just casually flicked his right hand.