Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Zhen Pingqing just smiled. It's already come to this. What is there to wait for? Do you really think there's any chance of turning the tables in this situation? Stop dreaming. The Shangqing Temple has already entered the fray. Don't you, Tang Miaoling, know what that man represents?

But no matter what Zhen Pingqing said, Tang Miaoling's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Zhengqing. The Beast Taming Sect had trembled and struggled for so many years. Even she was curious: could the sect that was once number one in the Daye Dynasty truly be this weak?

For now, however, Jiang Zhengqing indeed made no move.

Everyone assumed that with Xu Qijian's appearance, Lin Yun would not possibly continue to press the issue. Any smart person would understand the gravity of the situation.

But the result was quite different from what they had imagined.

Faced with Xu Qijian's threat, Lin Yun simply turned his gaze to Gu Xiande.

The latter froze for a moment, then let out a triumphant laugh. "Ahem… Lin Yun, this venerable one admits, you do have some ability. For a mere Sky-Soaring Realm disciple to have forced me to this point is no small feat. But so what? Nearly killing me has already exhausted all of your good fortune. You are powerless against me now."

Xu Qijian's presence here meant that his, Gu Xiande's, life was no longer in any real danger.

Lin Yun just stared. "Senior, must you interfere?"

Xu Qijian's expression grew even uglier. "You brat, I have already said it. No matter what they have done, they cannot die." As a supremely powerful expert, his words were naturally laced with his own emotions.

Lin Yun might be a genius, and he might have the Beast Taming Sect behind him. But so what? In the entire cultivation world today, who could possibly compare to them?

Lin Yun didn't speak. He took a deep breath.

Gu Xiande seemed to sense something. "Senior, save me! This… this boy has gone mad! He still wants to kill me!" he cried out in terror to Xu Qijian.

At that moment, Lin Yun was also observing his own panel. As his thoughts shifted, the text on it was also rapidly changing. There was a way to kill Gu Xiande. The protective talisman he had acquired earlier. The item was truly powerful, otherwise Gu Xiande wouldn't have treasured it so. It could block one fatal blow. But everything after that… would be left to fate.

Xu Qijian never imagined that even his personal appearance wouldn't be enough to stop a mere Sky-Soaring Realm boy. Instantly, the aura around him surged.

"This venerable one has already said it. We can pretend that the people you killed before never existed. You can leave the Flowing Cloud Sect right now. But seeing you like this, are you truly determined to oppose us to the very end?" His voice was utterly cold. He could not imagine that Lin Yun would still dare to defy him. His strength was far beyond Lin Yun's. Even Jiang Zhengqing was no match for him.

Xu Qijian didn't understand. If Lin Yun still wanted to kill Gu Xiande, what method could he possibly use? Could he get past him?

Lin Yun smiled. "We sword cultivators, when have we ever retreated? Everything I said before was merely because I still held onto some illusion about people like you. I do not know who you are, but today, no one can stop me!"

As his voice fell, the talisman in his possession lit up with a brilliant white light.

Not good! Xu Qijian cried out internally, retreating several steps at once. He had considered many possibilities, but he never would have imagined that Lin Yun could use that item. What kind of joke was this? The Eight Profound Jade was the supreme sect-guarding treasure of the Flowing Cloud Sect from a bygone era. How could an outsider at the Sky-Soaring Realm use it so easily?

Gu Xiande's eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. This had completely surpassed his scope of understanding.

"You brat, you're courting death!" Xu Qijian roared, slashing out with his sword. The rolling sword Qi was like thunder. But the moment it neared the white light, it was completely neutralized and devoured.

Lin Yun seized this opportunity to unleash the Azure Origin Sword Style. The sword Qi surged, heading straight for Gu Xiande and Fan Zuming.

"Save… save me! I don't want to die!" Gu Xiande's voice trembled. He never thought Lin Yun would risk his own life just to kill him. That was Xu Qijian! With him here, how could he possibly die? He never expected that the Eight Profound Jade left behind by the ancestor would actually help Lin Yun at this critical moment.

Fan Zuming, in contrast, calmly accepted his fate. He knew that even if Lin Yun didn't act, his own chances of survival were slim to none.

With a miserable scream, a terrifying energy exploded. Gu Xiande was sent flying, his body a bloody, mangled mess. Even if he wasn't dead, there was no way he could survive in that state.

Lin Yun, meanwhile, violently coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. His body had been pushed to its absolute limit.

At the same time, the various exotic beasts of the Beast Taming Sect focused their power, smashing against the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array. The earth moved and the mountains shook, a scene of apocalyptic destruction.

Xu Qijian was silent. His icy gaze was fixed on Lin Yun. In all his years of moving unhindered through the cultivation world, this was the first time he had ever met such an iron-headed boy. He had already said so much, all to make Lin Yun back down. As long as he left today, the matter with the Flowing Cloud Sect could have been settled. Who would have thought this young man would be so single-minded? To do something despite knowing it was impossible; to be so relentless even in a situation like this.

"You sincerely wish to die. Then this venerable one will grant you that opportunity today." Even a clay figure has its limits. This time, Xu Qijian was thoroughly enraged. Faced with such an ungrateful boy, he now had only one thought.

Kill him.

Xu Qijian drew his sword.

But at that moment, the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array was breached. At the same time, Deng Pengzu appeared, shielding Lin Yun. "Gu Xiande is dead. Today's farce is over. Does Your Excellency intend to continue this any further?"

Xu Qijian glanced at Deng Pengzu and snorted.

Just then, a man's majestic voice echoed from the heavens. "As the Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sect, even if Gu Xiande were to die, he should have died on the battlefield against the Crimson Ghost Sect. Yet now, he has been killed in a sneak attack by a traitorous disciple. Do you think this is how it should have been?"

As he spoke, the luxurious carriage appeared in everyone's line of sight. Prince Zuo Cheng had arrived.

To be honest, events had unfolded too quickly. Before Prince Zuo Cheng could even react, Gu Xiande was dead. Perhaps this was the moment to end the farce. But it was clear that the Prince had no intention of letting this rather stubborn boy, Lin Yun, off the hook.

This was no longer a question of right or wrong, but a matter of the Daye Dynasty's honor.

Prince Zuo Cheng did not even show his face, his cold voice simply issuing from within the carriage. "Even if Gu Xiande had ten thousand faults, it should have been the Dynasty that dealt with him. For you lesser sects to dare to commit such assault and murder cannot be tolerated."

"Xu Qijian, kill him."