Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Gu Xiande's gaze fell heavily upon Lin Yun below. In this young man, he saw the shadow of a figure from the past. Long before now, he had worried about this boy becoming uncontrollable. And now, Lin Yun's development was proving that all his previous speculations were not baseless rumors.

It was all true. Lin Yun's abilities only highlighted the danger he posed.

Before anyone could react, Lin Yun's sword had already slashed out. The several elders present were still dismissive. The Great River Sword Style, while grand in appearance, was being wielded by a mere Sky-Soaring Realm disciple. What could he possibly do?

This thought, however, did not linger in their minds for long. Soon, they were stunned by a wave of vast, righteous Qi. The Yuan Qi of the entire Flowing Cloud Sect seemed to be drawn in by some unseen force, gathering around Lin Yun as if he were a giant vortex. With his own power alone, he absorbed more than half of the sect's ambient Yuan Qi.

Then, the moment the sword strike was unleashed, that endless Yuan Qi transformed into a torrent of sword energy, descending like the Silver River from the heavens.

With a deafening explosion, it instantly shattered Liu Yichun's treasured artifact.

Liu Yichun coughed up a violent mouthful of blood. The moment his treasure was destroyed, his own cultivation was affected. But what he found even more incredible was that Lin Yun could possess such terrifying power.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the scene of complete devastation. A single sword strike had not only broken Liu Yichun's treasure but had also left him grievously wounded.

As for Xing Hongfang, although he had barely managed to avoid the main blast thanks to Liu Yichun, he wasn't in much better shape.

Liu Yichun lay limply on the ground. It took him a great deal of effort to struggle back to his feet. Now, the look he gave Lin Yun was filled with terror. There were two of them, yet against a man whose cultivation realm was far below their own, they had been beaten into such a state.

"I'll kill you!" Xing Hongfang roared, throwing out his Azure Flame.

The moment the flame appeared, many eyes in the crowd lit up.

"I never thought this Xing Hongfang would possess such a talent."

"Exotic Flames are incredibly powerful. Without a special innate gift, one cannot wield them," an elder remarked quietly. Even though two of their disciples had been so heavily injured by Lin Yun, there wasn't a trace of alarm on the elders' faces, as if these matters were of no concern to them.

Lin Yun, naturally, saw all of this. Xing Hongfang's Azure Flame only earned a second glance from him. Unlike Liu Yichun's treasure, the Azure Flame, while also a treasure, was fundamentally different due to its refinement process. Its power was indeed considerable.

Unfortunately for Xing Hongfang, he had met the wrong opponent.

"Hmph, you brat," he gloated. "I know you're strong. But this is the Azure Flame! No matter who you are, as long as it touches you, this flame will devour you alive! There is no other possibility!"

This was his final move. The reason he had so confidently challenged Lin Yun this time was because of the Azure Flame's unique properties. Once Lin Yun was touched by it, the flame could not be extinguished unless he died.

The Azure Flame, his pride and joy, flew towards Lin Yun. But just as it was about to hit, it was enveloped by a swirl of petals. It was a blue-green lotus, condensed from countless streams of sword Qi.

The moment the lotus closed, a scorching heatwave erupted outwards. Then, the blue-green lotus vanished, and the Azure Flame was completely extinguished, leaving behind only a small, pitch-black ball.

The crowd stared, mouths agape.

Xing Hongfang, for his part, vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees. The treasure he had taken such pride in, which he had spent decades refining, had been broken by Lin Yun in a single move.

"My opponents were never you two," Lin Yun said, not even sparing Xing Hongfang a glance. For others, defeating Xing Hongfang might be difficult. But Lin Yun had never considered it a challenge. His goal was the elders of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Seeing Lin Yun's expression, Liu Yichun finally understood. They had only been sent out to be humiliated. From beginning to end, Lin Yun had never considered them his rivals. From the very start, this boy never believed they were capable of threatening him.

"The gap in cultivation between us and Lin Yun is simply too great. Even if we go all out, it's useless at this point," Liu Yichun said in despair. They had already tried their best, but the final result was always so disappointing.

Xing Hongfang no longer had the will to say another word.

But just then, Lin Yun, who had been dealing with them, instantly charged towards the elders above.

Gu Xiande knew Lin Yun would win this round. But he hadn't expected Lin Yun to turn his attack on them with such speed after finishing off Xing Hongfang and Liu Yichun.

"You old things don't dare to come down yourselves, instead sending these young juniors to pave the way for you," Lin Yun sneered, his movements growing faster. "How despicable. But today, you will all die."

Gu Xiande could no longer stand by and watch. "Bold and arrogant ruffian! Today, this venerable one will suppress you here and now!"

After speaking, Gu Xiande pressed forward to attack. But at that moment, a figure appeared between them.

"Sect Master, wait. To this day, the matter of Weiyang Lake has never been settled. Since everything began because of that incident, why not let the truth come to light right now?"

The speaker was Ye Qian. She didn't know where she got the courage. But seeing the scene before her, she knew she had to step forward and stop this. Otherwise, it would be too late.

Her appearance, however, made Gu Xiande's face darken. "Ye Qian, what is the meaning of this? Lin Yun betrayed the sect. That is a fact set in stone. Are you suggesting that this venerable one has framed him? What a joke! I am the Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sect! How could I do such a thing?"

Facing the furious Gu Xiande, Ye Qian remained neither humble nor arrogant. "Regardless of the truth, Sect Master, this disciple believes that as long as the truth comes to light, can we not avoid this battle?"

Ye Qian knew it would be difficult, but if she didn't at least try, her heart would be filled with regret.

At this, Gu Xiande snorted in fury. "Get out of my way! Otherwise, I will kill you along with him today! Anyone who dares to speak for Lin Yun again is no disciple of my Flowing Cloud Sect!"

The moment his voice fell, another voice abruptly cut in.

"What, am I not allowed either?"

Then, a familiar figure appeared in Lin Yun's line of sight.

Seeing this person, a smile finally appeared on his face.