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However, Lin Yuan had not run far when he heard screams and the sound of weapons clashing carried by the wind from afar.

"Holy crap! Something really happened!"

A bead of cold sweat broke out on Lin Yuan's forehead. Now he only had two choices: one was to completely ignore Xiao Lingling's life or death, return to Qinghe Palace to seek help from Xiao Weiran, and leave the outcome to fate.

One option is to quietly return and see if he can take advantage of the chaos to rescue Xiao Lingling. If he succeeds, then his status as a personal disciple will definitely be confirmed.

Want to take a gamble?

Lin Yuan began to feel conflicted as he looked at his attribute panel.

Lin Yuan [Disciple of the Third Elder of Qinghe Palace]

Root bone; 57

Comprehension; 52 [Average Appearance]

Strength: 37

Spirit; 27

Dodge; 10

External Skill; [Dragon Tiger Fist, Mid-Grade Martial Art] Proficient, Effects: [Strengthens Tendons and Broken Bones, Strength +10, Constitution +4] Proficiency: 30/100

[Tiger Stance, Intermediate Level] Beginner Level. Effect: [Tiger's Might Stomp inflicts slight fear on enemies during your actions. Evasion +10, Strength +3] Proficiency: 50/100

Internal Skill; [Mid-grade Boy's Skill] Fourth Level [Internal Force Comes with Exorcising and Protective Effects]

Internal energy; 888

Life skills; Cooking skills 10

Lin Yuan looked at his cultivation progress over the past few days, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to go and save Xiao Lingling.

With his current strength, which is more than three times that of an ordinary person, plus his internal energy, which is close to that of a second-rate master, Lin Yuan is confident that he can face all enemies below the first-rate level.

As long as he wasn't surrounded, Lin Yuan was confident that he could fight his way out with his strong physical foundation and near-second-rate internal strength.

It wasn't that Lin Yuan was arrogant; rather, besides his physical attributes and internal strength, he now possessed mental power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

He couldn't know how strong the mental power of other martial artists was, but Lin Yuan knew that as his mental power surged again and again, he felt his body becoming increasingly light and airy.

Lin Yuan realized that his control over his body had reached an incredibly abnormal level; he could control almost every muscle in his body.

Besides, many things, as long as he is willing to concentrate his mental energy to observe them, will slow down and appear as if he is looking at them with a magnifying glass.

With such abilities, coupled with perfect control over his body, Lin Yuan practically possessed a special martial arts technique—this is the benefit of having strong mental power.

However, there was no need to rush. Although he was confident in himself, the enemy was not stupid either, and he still needed to prepare a backup plan.

Looking around, Lin Yuan took out two flints from his chest and quickly piled up the scattered leaves and branches. With two "crack" sounds, the dry branches and fallen leaves were ignited by Lin Yuan.

Soon, a billowing plume of dragon smoke rose into the sky.

Lin Yuan quickly wrote a few large characters for help at the spot where the campfire was lit, concisely explaining the identity and fate of the person who was about to be killed.

He then dropped the flint and turned to look at Qinghe Palace, which was not far away.

"Hopefully this will work!"

This was all he could do. After all, he wasn't a professional bodyguard, and the location he chose had an excellent view. Even if the people from Qinghe Palace were carefree, they couldn't possibly not send someone to put out the fire if the back mountain caught fire!

When there are many people around and they see the information left on the ground, Qinghe Palace will surely take it seriously.

After leaving a mark, Lin Yuan began running towards the direction of the fight.

On the other side...

Lin Ran struggled to withstand the four people's attack. By this time, Xiao Lingling and Zhao Ran had long lost their previous innocence. Lin Ran arranged for the two to stay in a cave not far away, and all of this was thanks to Lin Ran's quick thinking.

The moment he spotted the man in black, he decisively threw out the Misty Pill he was carrying, confusing the assassin's vision.

He then quickly led Xiao Lingling and Zhao Ran away from the open space and ran towards the woods not far away.

However, the assassins who suddenly appeared on the other side were no pushovers. After realizing they had been tricked, they quickly took an antidote and withstood the first wave of poisonous attacks from the mist. Then, they quickly followed the footprints of the group.

Seeing that the enemy was about to discover their hiding place, Lin Ran couldn't bear to look at her junior sister's frightened expression, so she decided to go out alone to distract the enemy.

However, he regretted it after he came out. These men in black had no intention of sparing his life. Almost every blow was fatal. If he hadn't had some life-saving pills on him, he would probably have already perished under the executioners' blades.

Even so, he was still in bad shape, with multiple knife wounds of varying depths on his chest and arms.

"Bah! I never expected a mere alchemist to be so troublesome!"

The leader of the men in black looked at Lin Ran, who was now completely powerless and slumped on the ground, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Now you'd better run!"

"Who are you people, and why do you want my life?!"

Lin Ran endured the physical pain and struggled weakly.

A sharp glint flashed in the man's eyes. "If you tell me where you hid those two little girls, I might spare your life!"

A struggle flashed in Lin Ran's eyes; he knew that the person in front of him might be lying.

But at this moment, he no longer had the same desire to protect his junior sister. Between life and death, he chose to take the chance.

So he shakily raised his finger and pointed in a direction. The next moment, a flash of light appeared, and Lin Ran opened her eyes wide and covered her neck, her eyes filled with endless resentment and hatred.

Not far away, Lin Yuan held his breath almost completely, watching Lin Ran struggle to die little by little.

He ultimately overestimated himself. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person; how could he have witnessed such a bloody scene?

Looking at the motionless Lin Ran, Lin Yuan's whole body stiffened and he struggled to breathe. He finally realized that this was not the world with a sound legal system from his previous life, nor was it the virtual game world where people killed without shedding blood. Instead, it was a real martial arts world full of fighting and killing.

Lin Yuan's blood almost froze. Because of his powerful mental strength, he could see Lin Ran's terrified expression before she died, as well as the blood gushing from her neck like a spring, more clearly, and therefore he could empathize with her even more.

Not daring to breathe, Lin Yuan silently moved from behind a large tree in the direction Lin Ran pointed out. Only when he could no longer see the few men in black did Lin Yuan finally relax and breathe deeply into the fresh air around him.

For the first time, Lin Yuan felt that it was wonderful to be alive.

Without daring to linger, Lin Yuan ran towards Xiao Lingling's direction at almost the fastest speed. Along the way, relying on his powerful mental strength, he quickly discovered the traces of Xiao Lingling and the others' movements, so he found the location where the two girls were hiding without much effort.

Meanwhile, the men in black who had finished dealing with Lin Ran finally noticed something was wrong. Although the trees provided cover, the billowing smoke in the distance still caught their attention.

"Who! Who set the fire!"

The leader of the men in black couldn't help but roar. The mission, which he thought would be a piece of cake, had been repeatedly thwarted, which only fueled his anger.

"You! And you, go find out who started the fire! The rest of you, follow me immediately to find that little bitch. We must find her before the fire at Qinghe Palace is extinguished!"

"It's the captain!"

After saying that, the men in black split into two groups.

Meanwhile, many disciples of Qinghe Palace had already seen the thick smoke billowing from the mountain.

In the outer sect steward's hall, an outer sect disciple rushed in.

"Third Elder, something terrible has happened! There's a fire in the back mountain!"

Xiao Weiran, who had been leisurely sipping his tea, paused, then flew into a rage. "Who on earth dares to play with fire in the back mountain? Come with me and see for yourself. If we catch them, we'll punish them severely according to the sect rules!"

It's no wonder Xiao Weiran was so angry. You have to understand that it's late autumn now, and it's already dry. The entire Qinghe Palace is located on a mountain, and if the fire were to spread, the terrifying wildfire would be enough to engulf the entire sect.

Although they all possess martial arts skills and could easily avoid the wildfire, who should be responsible for the losses suffered by their sects?

Xiao Weiran, furious, led a group of outer disciples and rushed to the fire site almost at breakneck speed. However, as soon as he arrived, he noticed something was wrong, because apart from a large pile of leaves and dry branches that had been set ablaze, the rest of the area was completely undamaged.

His gaze was quickly drawn to the large characters on the ground, and his pupils contracted involuntarily.

"Lingling needs something!"

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that it was just today that his daughter and eldest disciple came to the back mountain to admire the chrysanthemums.

Ignoring the fire, Xiao Weiran used almost all of his inner strength to quickly disappear from the spot. As a master of innate cultivation, his lightness skill could be described as flying.

He soon arrived at the place where the chrysanthemums were in full bloom. Xiao Weiran immediately noticed signs of a fight, which made him even more anxious.