Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2212 Restless Heart

Yun Wuhan’s words struck a sobering chord with the clan members. Realization dawned on their faces.

“We should consult with the Young Patriarch first,” the Second Elder suggested, receiving nods of agreement from everyone.

Relief washed over Yun Wuhan. He’d feared they might pressure him for an immediate decision.

“Good. Let’s wait and see how things unfold,” Yun Wuhan said gently.

A shout erupted from the crowd, “Look! The score is climbing again!”

Every eye darted towards the scoreboard, where Yun Lintian’s points were rapidly escalating, far surpassing their previous rate.

Deep within the grove, Yun Lintian stalked a pack of profound beasts through a dense forest far from the lake. Blinded to the score, he focused solely on accumulating points.

A sudden flicker of recognition caught Yun Lintian’s eye. It was none other than Liu Meng’er, her injuries noticeably improved.

“You are here!” Liu Meng’er exclaimed, surprised to spot Yun Lintian.

Yun Lintian offered a curt nod and turned to leave.

“Wait a moment, Young Master Yun!” Liu Meng’er called out hurriedly.

Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow – it seemed Liu Meng’er had finally learned his identity.

Catching her breath, Liu Meng’er bowed apologetically. “My deepest apologies, Young Master Yun. I’ve inadvertently brought trouble to your doorstep.”

“Explain yourself,” Yun Lintian demanded.

“Cui Jinxiao, the Iron Palm Sect’s young sect leader, is aware of his men’s fate,” Liu Meng’er explained remorsefully. “He must have employed some method to track you down. He’s currently searching for you.”

Witnessing Yun Lintian’s composure, Liu Meng’er elaborated. “The Iron Palm Sect boasts an ancestor residing in the Lower God Realm, and it seems this figure is somehow connected to Cui Jinxiao. I fear he might use his influence to stir trouble for your clan. But fret not, I’ll ensure my master intervenes.”

Yun Lintian remained unfazed by her mention of an ancestor. He fixed her with a steady gaze. “And what happens when he refuses to abandon his pursuit of me?”

Liu Meng’er gaped, words failing to form. The truth settled heavily upon her. It was simply unrealistic to expect her sect ancestor to intervene for an outsider. This wasn’t pessimism; it was a keen understanding of her sect’s nature.

A moment later, she lifted her chin, meeting Yun Lintian’s gaze with newfound resolve. “Since I caused this trouble, I will shoulder the burden. Don’t concern yourself, Young Master Yun. I won’t allow you to be dragged into this.”

Yun Lintian’s faint smile hinted at her unspoken plan. “Oh? Don’t tell me you are planning to hand yourself in?”

Liu Meng’er offered no reply, but her unwavering expression spoke volumes. She was prepared to face Cui Jinxiao, even if it meant sacrificing herself to appease him.

“I’m curious,” Yun Lintian continued. “Why did you come here alone? The competition’s rules don’t restrict companions on your sect, do they?”

Liu Meng’er shook her head. “What’s the point of coming here with helpers? I want to prove myself.”

Yun Lintian studied her intently, his initial perception shifting ever so slightly. Her initial cowardice now seemed laced with stubborn determination. In a way, she reminded him of Shen Liqiu, another woman brimming with unwavering resolve.

A wave of nostalgia washed over him, transporting him back to their first encounter. Shen Liqiu, with her unwavering courage and stubborn spirit, had insisted on accompanying him into the perilous Sky Mist City.

I wonder how she is right now. Yun Lintian thought, a pang of concern tugging at his heart. Unlike him, Shen Liqiu hadn’t entered the God Tomb. Perhaps she anxiously awaited his return even at this very moment.

Liu Meng’er saw a flicker of yearning cross Yun Lintian’s eyes and became curious. Whoever he was thinking of clearly held a significant place in his heart.

Shaking off the messy thoughts, Yun Lintian demanded, “Describe his appearance.”

Liu Meng’er, momentarily taken aback by the request, hesitated before conjuring a detailed image of Cui Jinxiao in mid-air.

Yun Lintian cast a cursory glance at the image. With a surge of his spiritual sense, he swiftly pinpointed Cui Jinxiao’s location.

“Found him,” Yun Lintian declared with a wave of his hand.

Before Liu Meng’er could even process what was happening, she found herself standing in a vast, open area. Her surprise only intensified when she spotted Cui Jinxiao standing a mere few meters away.

The sudden appearance of Yun Lintian and Liu Meng’er left Cui Jinxiao and his men momentarily stunned. However, Cui Jinxiao was the first to recover. “It’s you!” he exclaimed.

A crimson wave crashed over Cui Jinxiao’s vision as his enraged shout echoed. In a blink, his subordinates around him lay headless, their lifeless forms crumpling to the ground in a macabre ballet. Blood, a crimson geyser, erupted skyward before raining down in a grotesque shower.

“Ah…” A gasp escaped Liu Meng’er’s lips as she instinctively covered her mouth. Though she had witnessed Yun Lintian’s ruthless efficiency before, the sheer brutality of the scene sent shivers down her spine.

Several seconds bled by before Cui Jinxiao ripped himself from his stupor. His face drained of color as he beheld Yun Lintian with abject horror. “Y-You… Do you know…”

“How noisy,” Yun Lintian cut him off with a flick of his hand. Crimson flames erupted, engulfing Cui Jinxiao whole. A scream of pure agony tore from his lips.

“Help me, ancestor!” Cui Jinxiao shrieked, thrashing fruitlessly against the inferno.

Yun Lintian watched with cold detachment as the flames danced across Cui Jinxiao’s form. He raised his finger and a beacon of azure light lanced towards the man’s Divine Core.

The moment he arrived, Yun Lintian had detected a foreign imprint nestled within Cui Jinxiao – a protective measure undoubtedly left by his ancestor. It met its demise before activation, extinguished by the azure light.

A wisp of ash remained where Cui Jinxiao once stood. With another hand gesture, Yun Lintian incinerated the remaining bodies.

He turned to the trembling Liu Meng’er. “This will remain our secret. You know what to do.”

Liu Meng’er numbly nodded, the scene would undoubtedly forever burn into her memory.

Yun Lintian turned and walked away, leaving no trace of the carnage behind.

Liu Meng’er watched his retreating figure, a daze settling over her. A hand instinctively went to her chest, where her heart hammered a frantic rhythm.

“This feeling…” she murmured, a foreign sensation blossoming within her. It was a feeling she couldn’t quite define, yet a nascent understanding bloomed – perhaps it was something akin to… liking.

Liu Meng’er touched her cheek and said. “He is… very attractive.”

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