Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Even though Xu Qijian was a peerless Sword Immortal, it seemed he was still a step below Shen Miaokong. Especially hearing it from Shen Miaokong's own mouth, Prince Zuo Cheng sounded like a mere junior of a later generation. The various leaders looked at each other, utterly dismayed. Clearly, Shen Miaokong's appearance was far beyond their expectations.

Jiang Zhengqing's expression was grim, but for him, this was all within reason. Zhou Damao also finally understood why his master had disappeared for so long before this operation began. He had gone to call for reinforcements for Lin Yun.

Jiang Zhengqing knew that with the Beast Taming Sect's current strength, it was difficult for his word to be law in the cultivation world. His decisions would not necessarily be heeded by others. Therefore, there was only one way to truly protect Lin Yun: to make his own fist bigger and harder. Only then could he command true fear from others and truly settle this matter.

And indeed, things had turned out just as Jiang Zhengqing had thought. Although he had paid a great price in the process, Shen Miaokong truly did have the intention of nurturing Lin Yun's talent.

Xu Qijian looked at Shen Miaokong, his voice trembling slightly. "Senior Shen… why are you here?"

Xu Qijian's strength was formidable indeed; how could someone called a peerless Sword Immortal be weak? But he would absolutely never want to face an existence like Shen Miaokong. He had thought he could sweep through everything here today, but who would have imagined that an old monster like Shen Miaokong still existed in this world?

Shen Miaokong snorted. "Look at the fine mess your Shangqing Temple has made. Since you all can show up here to cause trouble, why can't this old man come?"

After speaking, he struck out with his palm again, hitting Xu Qijian squarely in the chest. With a muffled grunt, Xu Qijian was sent flying. He clutched his chest, his face pale.

"This palm strike is a lesson for you," Shen Miaokong said coldly. "What gives you the right to trouble a disciple of our Beast Taming Sect?"

Lin Yun stood up straighter. Although he was injured, seeing Shen Miaokong stand up for him filled his heart with immense satisfaction.

"Your Shangqing Temple has remained reclusive for all these years, thinking you could greatly increase your strength by hiding away. In the end, this is all you amount to," Shen Miaokong continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "Today, never mind you being here, even if your entire Shangqing Temple came, what could you possibly do to me?"

Domineering. It had to be said, Shen Miaokong's presence was the very definition of domineering. After he spoke, even the great Prince Zuo Cheng of the Daye Dynasty looked uneasy, not daring to say a word. As for the prince's followers, they could only lower their heads obediently, pretending they hadn't heard a thing.

"Senior Shen, it has been a long time," Prince Zuo Cheng finally said with a forced smile. "Your temper is as fiery as it was back then."

His greeting was met with a cold snort from Shen Miaokong. "This old man's temper has always been like this. Even after not emerging for many years, it hasn't changed in the slightest. I heard you say just now that you would kill anyone who stood in your way today. Fine. Since you want to kill Lin Yun, why don't you kill this old man first? How about it?"

Every one of Shen Miaokong's words was like a sharp pearl, making the Prince's face grow darker and darker.

In recent years, the Beast Taming Sect had kept a low profile, leading many to believe its foundation had completely crumbled. But Shen Miaokong's appearance now gave them a different idea. Perhaps the Beast Taming Sect was not as weak as they had imagined. As long as these old monsters still existed, they could not easily destroy the sect.

Just then, Jiang Zhengqing nudged Lin Yun with his elbow. "How about it? Feels pretty good to have someone backing you up, right, you brat? Let me tell you, to invite this old ancestor out of seclusion, this master of yours paid a hefty price."

Lin Yun saw Jiang Zhengqing winking and making faces, and the corner of his own mouth curled upwards. However, he had a feeling his Sect Master had some ulterior motive.

"Ahem, many thanks, Sect Master. If it weren't for my comrades from the Beast Taming Sect this time, this disciple fears he would have truly died here today."

Jiang Zhengqing gave a dry cough. "No matter, no matter. Didn't I say it before? You are a disciple of my Beast Taming Sect. Of course we have to protect you. However… to successfully invite the old ancestor out this time, I was hoping to get something from you, my boy."

Even with his thick skin, Jiang Zhengqing couldn't help but scratch his head in embarrassment at this point.

Lin Yun seemed to have thought of something as well. The situation had been urgent. Jiang Zhengqing wanted to help him, and the best way was to convince Shen Miaokong to come out of seclusion. But in the process, he must have promised Shen Miaokong something. And that something was a thing only Lin Yun possessed.

Lin Yun asked curiously, "Sect Master, I wonder what it is you wish to get from me?"

Jiang Zhengqing smiled. "It's… it's the Liyang Divine Iron. The last batch you gifted to the sect was taken by the old ancestor. So… I was hoping to get a little more from you."

Lin Yun had thought he was going to ask for some priceless treasure. While the Divine Iron was certainly not cheap, for the current Lin Yun, he had more than enough. "I was wondering what it could be. I don't know how much the Sect Master needs."

Jiang Zhengqing held up five fingers. He had originally intended to ask for fifty dan.

To his surprise, Lin Yun just nodded. "Alright then, I'll give you five hundred dan!"

Deng Pengzu, standing beside them and listening to their conversation, was nearly struck dumb. What? Five hundred dan? That was Liyang Divine Iron they were talking about! Anyone who didn't know better would think they were negotiating the price of Chinese cabbage.

Even Jiang Zhengqing was stunned. He never expected the boy to be so generous.

From a distance, Shen Miaokong, while conversing with Prince Zuo Cheng and the others, had his sharp ears trained on Lin Yun's conversation. Hearing the boy's magnanimous offer, a sense of satisfaction grew in his heart.

Heh, this brat is quite decent, he thought.

They would never have guessed that Lin Yun had already seen his own panel. He knew that Shen Miaokong's help would be indispensable today. In fact, there would be many times in the future when he would need Shen Miaokong to step in. Therefore, building a good relationship with this old ancestor would bring a hundred benefits and not a single harm.

Now perfectly satisfied, Shen Miaokong's gaze toward Prince Zuo Cheng grew even colder. "Little prince, today's matter ends here. From now on, the Flowing Cloud Sect can manage its own affairs. I hope your Daye Dynasty will not interfere. And you, from the Shangqing Temple. Since you are unwilling to manage these worldly matters, then you should obediently put your tails between your legs and hide yourselves well."

Though it sounded like a discussion, it was, in fact, an ultimatum. With Shen Miaokong's status, he couldn't care less about the opinions of Prince Zuo Cheng or Xu Qijian.

Xu Qijian's face was grim, but he could only nod repeatedly. That single palm strike from Shen Miaokong had sealed the Yuan Qi in his body.

Prince Zuo Cheng, on the other hand, felt deeply humiliated. "Senior Shen, must you truly be this way?"