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As Ling Xiao watched Lin Yuan approach him step by step, he wanted to beg for mercy, but sensing the calmness in Lin Yuan's eyes, he suddenly shut his mouth.

It wasn't that he didn't want to live, but that he saw a similar indifference in Lin Yuan's eyes. This child, with whom he had once shared a senior-brother relationship, was actually the same kind of person as him, and would never show mercy.

Ling Xiao's eyes burned with killing intent. He realized that if he couldn't fight his way out today, he would definitely die here.

He was the future young master of the Holy Sect, the son of a Transcendent Realm expert; how could he die here?

Despite the pain in his right hand, Ling Xiao drew the long sword from his waist with his left hand. With a determined heart, the sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, transforming into countless sword shadows that instantly enveloped Lin Yuan.

A barely perceptible hint of appreciation flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. Even at this point, he didn't kneel down and beg for mercy, but was still willing to fight to the death. It has to be said that Ling Xiao is indeed a hero.

But precisely because of this, he cannot keep this person.

Lin Yuan neither dodged nor avoided, but stomped his left foot on the ground.

"Buzz!"

As "Tiger's Might Trample" was activated, an invisible aura spread out, and Ling Xiao felt his mind falter, as if he were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, causing his sword strike to slow down slightly.

That's it!

Lin Yuan's figure weaved through the countless sword shadows. His "Divine Shift Tiger Step" made him like a ghost, always able to avoid fatal attacks with minimal cost.

At the same time, a strange purple light flashed and disappeared deep in his eyes.

"The Phantom Eyes"!

Ling Xiao, who was fully activating his sword technique, suddenly felt his mind go blank, as if countless illusions appeared before his eyes, and his hand holding the sword stiffened for a moment.

In a battle between masters, life and death can be decided in an instant.

The difference in their strength is too great now; Lin Yuan doesn't even need to use illusions to kill them with a single blow.

However, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and Lin Yuan always goes all out against any enemy.

He lunged forward, his figure almost touching Ling Xiao's.

With his right fist clenched, he unleashed his pent-up power without reservation.

With a fierce glare and the roar of a dragon and tiger, the fist's intent was concentrated at a single point, and even the fist tip was covered with a faint golden light.

"puff!"

The fist pierced through Ling Xiao's protective aura without any resistance and imprinted itself deeply on his heart.

Ling Xiao's body stiffened. He lowered his head, staring blankly at the small fist on his chest and the rapidly collapsing chest. Then, he struggled to raise his head and look at Lin Yuan.

"Junior brother, congratulations, you have broken free from your own shackles."

After saying this, Ling Xiao revealed a relieved smile, and a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth.

His hazy consciousness gradually recalled his life: born into the Demonic Sect as a child, his so-called mother had given him very little warmth.

Wanting to break through to the Innate Realm, he set his sights on Qinghe Palace, where the palace master had been injured while exploring a secret realm.

Thinking that while the strongest combatant of Qinghe Palace, a first-class sect, was seriously injured, he would take the opportunity to destroy this first-class sect that was blocking the throat of Jiangnan. In this way, his good mother could take the opportunity to devour the beast essence of the guardian beast, and the Holy Sect could also enter Jiangnan in a big way to expand its territory.

His birth was just one part of a plan that lasted for more than a decade.

His mother did not hesitate to use her beauty to seduce the Second Elder of Qinghe Palace, and then gave birth to him. She raised him to the age of five and then couldn't wait to make him dress up as a beggar.

With his own qualifications, the then young and competitive Third Elder thought he had gotten a bargain from the Second Elder, whom he disliked, and took him in as a disciple.

In reality, it was just to make Xiao Weiran cherish him as a disciple more, and to get closer to his daughter who had just given birth, and to try to obtain the divine beast token from the Third Elder through this relationship.

In this way, with the addition of the Second Elder's token and the Third Elder's token, the Holy Gate would possess two divine beast tokens. Then, by having the Holy Lord, a Transcendent Realm cultivator, ambush and kill the Grand Elder of Qinghe Palace, the Holy Heart Gate would completely seize Qinghe Palace's last trump card.

The plan was flawless. After all, without the guardian beast, Qinghe Palace was left with only a palace master who was still seriously injured and no match for the Holy Gate.

As for him, given the choice between breaking through to the Innate Realm and gaining five hundred years of lifespan, having a son and a five-hundred-year lifespan, anyone would know the answer.

However, despite everything being planned perfectly, her mother ultimately miscalculated, and her father was no good either. Seeing the Palace Master injured, he naturally set his sights on the position of Palace Master.

Rather than helping a woman achieve her goals, he wanted to control Qinghe Palace. Thus, Ling Xiao struggled for fifteen years with two selfish parents who didn't treat their son like a son.

Fifteen years! He felt not a trace of warmth, only calculation. Compared to being a son, he was more like their subordinate and bargaining chip.

He had to pretend to be respectful, filial, and obedient, and dare not make a single wrong move.

On the contrary, he could relax a little when he was with Xiao Weiran, because he could feel that his cheap master really loved him.

Actually, he would rather become the young master of Qinghe Palace than the young master of the Demonic Sect. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. His master was too indecisive and ruined all his plans. Now that things have come to this, Ling Xiao doesn't have much regret or resentment.

He has exhausted all his strength to break free from the shackles of his fate; now he simply has to live when he is meant to live and die when he is meant to die.

"Junior sister, I hope you can live a good life from now on! I hope you can pull yourself together and hate me with all your might..."

The last sparkle in Ling Xiao's eyes slowly faded, and Lin Yuan sensed its utter indifference.

Slowly withdrawing his fist, Lin Yuan stared silently at the limp corpse that had fallen to the ground.

After pausing for a moment, Lin Yuan glanced at the Qinghe Palace, which was now covered in ruins and broken limbs, before transforming into a blur and chasing after the direction Li Changqing and Zhao Ran had left in.

……

The edge of the cliff on the back mountain.

Li Changqing and Zhao Ran stopped, panting heavily. Behind them was a bottomless abyss, and in front of them was the Qinghe Palace, where battle raged fiercely.

"Master, my junior brother..."

Zhao Ran glanced at the cave behind him, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Li Changqing's lips trembled slightly. "Wait a little longer. With your junior brother's skills, nothing will happen to him."

As soon as Li Changqing finished speaking, a figure flashed out of the darkness and landed in front of them; it was Lin Yuan.

Aside from some bloodstains, his breathing was steady, and there was no indication that he had just killed hundreds of people. After the initial carnage, Lin Yuan was now beginning to adapt to the two worlds.

"Junior brother!" Zhao Ran exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at his unharmed disciple, Li Changqing glanced in the direction he had come from and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ling Xiao... him?"

"He's dead," Lin Yuan replied calmly.

Li Changqing's body trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time. In the end, he only let out a long sigh and looked at Lin Yuan with extremely complicated eyes.

"Boom—!"

A mournful roar came from the direction of the main peak, followed by half of the mountain sliding down, and dust obscuring the sky.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer." Li Changqing suddenly came to his senses, grabbed Lin Yuan's shoulder, and looked more serious than ever before.

"Yuan'er, Qinghe Palace is finished. You probably can't stay in this Jiangnan region anymore. From now on, this area will belong to the Demonic Sect, so you must leave, the farther the better!"

He took out a warm, black jade pendant with unique patterns from his pocket and placed it in Lin Yuan's hand.

Many years ago, when I was traveling the world, I saved a nobleman from the Central Plains.

This man was the head of the Wei family in Yujing City during the Tang Dynasty. He had offended the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and was forced to wander to this remote area of ​​the Ming Dynasty.

Now that they have re-established their foothold in Shengjing, this jade pendant is a token of their gratitude; the Wei family owes me a favor.

"The Tang Dynasty of Zhongzhou." Lin Yuan held the jade pendant, feeling the slight coolness emanating from it.

"That's right."

A hint of longing appeared in Li Changqing's eyes. "That was the true golden age of martial arts, with numerous sects, dynasties rising up, and geniuses as numerous as fish crossing a river. In their eyes, our Great Ming was nothing but a barbaric land."

Your talent shouldn't be wasted here. Go to Shengjing and find the Wei family. With the old man's connections, you might still have a chance to leave this remote place.

Moreover, as a super-powerful clan from the Central Continent, their family must possess unparalleled divine skills that the Great Ming Dynasty lacks. With your talent, you might gain their favor, and perhaps even break through the millennia-old martial arts barrier of the Great Ming Dynasty, becoming a powerhouse beyond the mortal realm!

As he spoke, Li Changqing's gaze towards Lin Yuan was filled with fervor. Lin Yuan was a powerful figure above the Transcendent Realm! A realm he could never have imagined, yet this was his disciple.

"What about Master and Senior Sister?" Lin Yuan asked.

"I will return to your senior sister's family with her and then go into hiding under an assumed name," Li Changqing said calmly. "They have already achieved their goal and will not go so far as to exterminate us, because the disciples of my Qinghe Palace are all from the surrounding aristocratic families. If they really wanted to exterminate us, the Ming Dynasty would not be a pushover. You should know that the imperial court and the martial arts world do not interfere with each other. If they really go too far, even the Sacred Heart Sect would not dare to face the wrath of an imperial court alone."

But you are different. Your talent has already been exposed to the higher-ups of the Demonic Sect. The talent of a peerless genius is enough to make the entire Jiangnan region scramble for him, so you must leave.

And we, following you, will only be a burden. Yuan'er, you are alone; with your abilities, you can go anywhere in the world! This is my... final help to you! I hope you won't think your teacher is useless.

Zhao Ran, her eyes brimming with tears, held Lin Yuan's hand, but couldn't speak. She knew her master was right.

Lin Yuan looked at his master and senior sister in front of him, then looked down at the black jade pendant in his hand.

He understood that from tonight onward, the peaceful Danyang lineage would cease to exist. The road ahead was one he would have to walk alone.

He clutched the jade pendant tightly in his hand, raised his head, and, meeting the expectant yet worried gazes of Li Changqing and Zhao Ran, solemnly cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Master, I am where I am today because of you. I will always remember you. When I become strong, I will definitely come back to find you. Please take care, Master and Senior Sister!"

After saying this, Lin Yuan knelt down and kowtowed three times to Li Changqing. Although this master-disciple relationship was short-lived, it was extremely important to Lin Yuan.

If it weren't for Li Changqing's generosity in releasing the collection of scriptures he had gathered, Lin Yuan's cultivation level wouldn't have improved so rapidly.

The slow progress was extremely detrimental to Lin Yuan, because he might already be dead in the Tangxin Orphanage. So this was not only a matter of master-disciple relationship, but also a matter of life-saving grace.