Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Bai Zhuqing stood up unsteadily, like a marionette whose strings were being pulled. His gaze towards Lin Yun was filled with hostility.

It was obvious that Bai Zhuqing's current state was a world away from what it had been before.

"Lin Yun," the puppeted Bai Zhuqing said, his voice cold. "You deceived your master and betrayed your ancestors. Today, I will not let you leave this place alive." He stared intently at Lin Yun, his entire being seemingly just a part of the puppet.

Gu Xiande, naturally, would not let this opportunity pass. He knew Bai Zhuqing had been turned into a puppet. He also knew that Lin Yun, for some reason, was unwilling to easily finish off his friend. All of this gave Gu Xiande the perfect opening. While Lin Yun was delayed by Bai Zhuqing, he could strike.

Faced with a pincer attack from both Bai Zhuqing and Gu Xiande, even with his brilliant movement techniques, Lin Yun felt a headache coming on.

"As a cultivator, one must naturally abandon the seven emotions and six desires," Gu Xiande taunted. "Yet you are constrained by your own thoughts at every turn. How can you possibly defeat me?" Seeing more and more wounds appear on Lin Yun's body, Gu Xiande felt his chance had come.

At the end of the day, for the Flowing Cloud Sect, the most important part of this battle was Lin Yun. As long as Lin Yun died, they could fabricate any story they wished.

Fine beads of sweat had begun to form on Lin Yun's forehead. Even with the help of Xiao Bai and the Chongqing Bird, facing such opponents, his situation was growing worse.

"Bai Zhuqing!" Lin Yun shouted. "Before he gains complete control of you, you have to wake yourself up!"

Just as Gu Xiande thought, if Lin Yun were to completely abandon his emotions, he could have easily suppressed both of them, perhaps even killed them without much difficulty. But Bai Zhuqing was his friend, and he had not yet been completely controlled. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, Lin Yun was unwilling to give up.

Seeing such a naive Lin Yun, Gu Xiande roared with laughter. "A young man, after all. Still so naive, even in a situation like this. If a few words from you could wake him up, he would have been free long ago."

This naivety only made Gu Xiande more certain of his own convictions. With the boy's methods, there was no way he could withstand the pressure to come. For them, this was only the beginning.

Bai Zhuqing seemed not to have heard a word Lin Yun said. His attacks grew even more ferocious. In his hand was an ink-black die, clearly a specially refined treasure. It was incredibly powerful, and most terrifyingly, it emanated wisps of black energy that Lin Yun didn't dare to underestimate.

Just as Gu Xiande thought Bai Zhuqing was about to be completely controlled and turned into a true puppet, he saw Bai Zhuqing unexpectedly halt at a critical moment.

In that instant, both Lin Yun and Gu Xiande's eyes widened.

How is that possible?

Gu Xiande knew that some senior expert must have interfered. Though puppetry was a sinister art, there were no small number of people in the cultivation world who practiced it. But once the technique was cast, it was nearly impossible to reverse. Yet the change in Bai Zhuqing now was beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, Bai Zhuqing's face was contorted, two different expressions warring for dominance. It was as if two personalities were fighting for control of the body. If his main consciousness had been in a deep slumber before, then after being stimulated by Lin Yun's words, he now understood what he was doing. For Bai Zhuqing, the most important thing now was to break free from the shackles.

"Get out of my head!" Bai Zhuqing's voice trembled as he used all his strength, hoping to drive the other presence out.

Hidden within the crowd, Fan Zuming's expression was incredibly foul. His plan should have been flawless. He never would have thought an accident would occur while controlling Bai Zhuqing, leaving the boy with enough strength to resist his control.

"What good deeds did this brat do in his past life to be able to escape my technique?" Fan Zuming muttered to himself, now focusing all his effort on suppressing Bai Zhuqing's spirit. As long as he could gain complete control, dealing with Lin Yun afterward would be a simple matter. He was certain that Lin Yun's character would prevent him from striking a killing blow against his friend. And that was the only opening he needed.

The Flowing Cloud Sect was important to many people; they would not simply let it fall. Besides, the only real threats this time were Lin Yun and Deng Pengzu.

"Hmph. I'll spare your life for now, brat," Fan Zuming thought, his cold gaze fixed on the distant Lin Yun. "After I'm finished with this one, I'll deal with you properly."

It was just a casual, internal thought. But the moment it formed, he felt an icy gaze lock onto him from across the battlefield.

Fan Zuming instantly realized that, in that one moment, his identity had been exposed.

He had been hoping to accomplish his task silently from within the crowd. But now, seeing Lin Yun looking at him, he knew his cover was blown. Without any hesitation, Fan Zuming prepared to abandon his plan and flee.

But at that exact moment, Bai Zhuqing's continued struggle caused the puppetry technique to suffer a backlash. A terrifying force shot back into Fan Zuming's mind. The immense power made him let out a muffled grunt as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Though this all happened in a flash, it was precisely captured by Lin Yun. The moment Fan Zuming had generated killing intent towards him, Lin Yun had become aware of his existence. The utility of the killing intent domain was truly immense.

Gu Xiande also realized something was amiss. Following Lin Yun's gaze, he naturally discovered the somewhat panicked Fan Zuming. But before Gu Xiande could do anything, he saw Lin Yun execute his Ghostly Void Steps and charge directly at the puppeteer.

Lin Yun's move was too fast. Many people didn't even have time to react. By the time they came to their senses, Lin Yun was already right in front of Fan Zuming.

Damn it, the boy found him! Gu Xiande cried out in his heart. But it was too late.

Fan Zuming, too, had spotted Lin Yun rushing towards him. Although it was sudden, he was a powerful expert in his own right. He reacted in time. With a tap of his feet, his body shot backward at extreme speed to create distance.

A mere Sky-Soaring Realm disciple thinks he can kill me? Fan Zuming sneered internally. He just felt that Lin Yun's actions this time had been too reckless. He immediately tried to control Bai Zhuqing to intercept him.