Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Chapter 215: Chapter 216: A Way to Make You Submit



The east wind blew, and the war drums beat.

The Flowing Cloud Sect hadn't been this lively in years. Someone had actually dared to challenge them at their own gate. And it was just one person.

If this had happened a few months ago, no one would have believed it. But now, they were witnessing it all with their own eyes. The disciples from Lin Yun's own generation were also in a state of disbelief.

With the formidable power of the Flowing Cloud Sect, the entire cultivation world had to show them some measure of fear. Even if they had suffered heavy losses in the Spirit Realm, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No one would truly want to challenge them.

Yet Lin Yun had actually come.

Although a large group of disciples had surrounded him, the feeling was… different. Lin Yun just stood there, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world. It was they, the ones doing the surrounding, who felt immense pressure. A single glance from this man made their hearts tremble, as if someone had landed a heavy blow directly on their chests.

Huang Yuhao stared with a grave expression at Lin Yun in the plaza, while also taking note of the disciples' morale. "When will the Sect Masters arrive? If this goes on, who knows how many more people the Flowing Cloud Sect will lose."

They had tried sending disciples to stop him earlier. But it was a pity; anyone who got close to Lin Yun was instantly killed by his sword Qi. To this day, not a single person had been able to clearly see his movements.

Facing the encirclement, Lin Yun smiled placidly at them. "Has the Flowing Cloud Sect run out of capable fighters? If it's just you lot, I'd advise you to give up. You can't even withstand a single move from me."

This was no joke. The gap between them was just that large.

But after he spoke, someone naturally took offense. A young inner disciple rushed out.

"Lin Yun, what are you being so cocky for? I'd like to see just how capable you've become after betraying the Flowing Cloud Sect!"

Lin Yun just shook his head and sighed. So foolish. So many others didn't dare to make a move, yet a mere inner disciple had such nerve?

He pointed with two fingers joined together. A stream of sword Qi shot from his fingertips.

Pfft—

A spray of blood erupted from the disciple's chest, and with a look of unwillingness, he died.

"The Flowing Cloud Sect lost so many elite disciples in the Grand Tournament. The ones left over don't look like much," Lin Yun taunted loudly. "Perhaps it would be better for you all to change sects today."

With another disciple dead, the rest naturally didn't dare to move.

Lin Yun couldn't be bothered with them. Gripping his sword in one hand, he headed directly for the dungeon.

Meanwhile, inside the dungeon, Bai Zhuqing was being subjected to great torment.

Chen Siyuan looked at him with a sinister gaze. "It's been so many days, and you still refuse to give in. What benefits did that boy give you that makes you protect him so fiercely?" He truly couldn't understand. Bai Zhuqing was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—he couldn't even save himself. Why was he still being so stubborn?

Faced with the question, Bai Zhuqing just smiled serenely. "I have always acted with a clear conscience. You want me to frame Lin Yun? In your dreams!"

Seeing that Bai Zhuqing still refused to yield, Chen Siyuan grew more anxious. Lin Yun was already at their mountain gate. Not long ago, the sect had issued a kill-on-sight order, demanding that they prove, no matter what, that everything they had said before was true: that Lin Yun had betrayed the sect and killed many of its disciples. Otherwise, this incident would completely ruin the Flowing Cloud Sect.

But this stubborn Bai Zhuqing was someone they couldn't kill, no matter what methods they used.

Just as Chen Siyuan was growing frantic, a strange voice came from the side. "I never thought there was such a stubborn young man in this world. But it doesn't matter. Whether you are willing or not, you cannot refuse me."

A hunchbacked old man had appeared in the dungeon.

Chen Siyuan's pupils contracted. When did he appear?

His hand was already on the hilt of his sword. But before he could even draw it, the old man's hand pressed down on his own. The sword could not be drawn, no matter how he tried.

"A young man's alertness is not bad," the old man said. "But I have not come to cause trouble, only to help you solve some problems quickly."

This affair involved too many things. Especially after the end of the Grand Tournament, someone had even passed news of the events back to the Daye Dynasty. As a result, the pressure on them from the dynasty was not small. If they killed Lin Yun here today without any justification, the repercussions would be severe.

That was why Fan Zuming had come here personally.

When Bai Zhuqing saw Fan Zuming, a bad premonition rose in his heart. Chen Siyuan could only torture his body; with gritted teeth, he could endure it. But Fan Zuming was clearly not that kind of person. One could see everything from his eyes. This man had come here to take his life.

At this thought, Bai Zhuqing took a deep breath. "Old man, do you also want me to cooperate with you?"

Fan Zuming shook his head. "All these torture instruments have been tried, yet they have failed to make you submit. It is clear your willpower is very firm. Time is short now, and I have no need to waste it on such things." Fan Zuming saw things very clearly. No amount of words could change the outcome now.

Chen Siyuan stepped aside. "Senior, do you have a way?"

Bai Zhuqing also looked on curiously, a mocking expression on his face. Since his willpower was so firm, what other method could there be to make him submit?

"There are many ways in this world to make people obedient. Using torture instruments is merely one of the most foolish," Fan Zuming said, waving his hand. A tall man appeared in the dungeon. He was nearly ten feet tall, his body powerful and strong. It was just that the look in his eyes was not quite right.

"He is a puppet I have refined, and my finest masterpiece to date. If you observe him normally, you would not discover he is a puppet," Fan Zuming said with pride.

His words made it clear what he intended to do next. Even if Bai Zhuqing was unwilling, all they needed to do was turn him into a puppet, and everything would be over. With Bai Zhuqing's own strength, he was powerless to resist.

"You old bastard!" Bai Zhuqing roared. "Stay away from me! I will not let your scheme succeed! My will is incredibly strong! No one can control my mind!"

Faced with the furious Bai Zhuqing, Fan Zuming just continued to smile. "Lin Yun wants to get you out of here, but he will not understand that you are already under our control. And you… you will serve as our trump card to completely whitewash this entire affair!"

As he said this, Fan Zuming burst into triumphant laughter.

Only Bai Zhuqing was left, roaring in helpless fury.


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