Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2208  Classic Trope

A guttural voice, laden with malice, sliced through the night's stillness. It heralded the arrival of four figures who emerged from the undergrowth, their eyes blazing with a predatory gleam as they cornered the injured woman.

The leader, a burly man with a scar that bisected his face, sneered at her with undisguised contempt.

"You think you can escape from the Iron Palm Sect?" he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You'll pay for what you did to our young master."

The woman, her back pressed against a moss-covered boulder, trembled with fear. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes darting between her pursuers, desperately seeking a way out.

"Please," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to harm him. It was an accident."

"Accident?" the leader roared, his laughter echoing through the grove. "You dare call it an accident when you break his finger? You'll pay with your life!"

He lunged forward, his hand glowing with a malevolent crimson energy. The woman squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

"Ah, a classic trope." Suddenly, a sigh echoed through the clearing, a sound so soft it was almost lost in the rustling of leaves. Yet, it carried a weight that seemed to still the air, a sense of impending doom that sent a shiver down the spines of the Iron Palm Sect disciples. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Their eyes darted towards the source of the sigh, their expressions morphing from predatory confidence to stark terror. Standing atop the rocky outcrop, bathed in the moonlight, was Yun Lintian, his face etched with an expression of weary annoyance.

Seeing their gazes on him, Yun Lintian waved his hand dismissively. "Continue. Just leave when you're done with her."

The woman's face crumpled in despair, but refusing to surrender to her fate, she cried out desperately, "Young master, please help me!" Yun Lintian ignored her plea, continuing his meal unfazed. It wasn't heartlessness, but a lack of time for extraneous conflicts. He also couldn't risk embroiling the Yun Clan in hidden troubles once he left.

The leader's silent command, a flicker in his eyes, was readily understood by the two burly figures beside him. With a synchronized swoosh, they surged towards Yun Lintian, their auras erupting explosively.

Yun Lintian sighed, a helpless note creeping into his voice. Here he was, minding his own business, and trouble found him yet again.

With a flick of his wrist, a ripple of water essence surged forth, coalescing into a shimmering barrier that enveloped him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two attackers, their faces twisted in a mask of rage, slammed their fists against the barrier, but it remained unyielding, their energy attacks dissipating harmlessly against its surface.

A flicker of surprise crossed their eyes, replaced by a deeper fury. They unleashed a barrage of blows, each one more ferocious than the last, but the barrier held firm, their efforts proving futile.

Yun Lintian, unfazed by their assault, continued to eat his meal, his expression one of serene indifference. He had no desire to harm these men, but their persistence was testing his patience.

"Enough," he said calmly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "Leave now, and you might live to see another day."

His words fell on deaf ears. The attackers, their minds clouded by rage and ambition, redoubled their efforts, their attacks growing increasingly desperate.

"Ugh, seriously? You can't even crack my barrier and you think you can take me down? Come on, guys, use your heads a little." Yun Lintian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Very well," he said again, his voice now cold and devoid of emotion. "If you insist on courting death, I shall grant your wish."

He extended his hand, his fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air. A vortex of water energy swirled around him, coalescing into a shimmering blade that hummed with power.

The attackers, sensing the change in atmosphere, faltered, a flicker of fear creeping into their eyes. But it was too late.

With a single, swift motion, Yun Lintian swung his sword, the blade cleaving through the air with blinding speed. A scream rent the night as one of the attackers was bisected, his body dissolving into a cloud of crimson mist.

The remaining attacker, his face pale with terror, turned to flee, but Yun Lintian was faster. The water blade flashed again, severing the man's head from his shoulders.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance." Yun Lintian shook his head with a sigh.

"Ah…" The woman, who had witnessed the gruesome scene with wide eyes, let out a shuddering gasp. She had never seen such power, such effortless violence.

Yun Lintian waved his hand and the water sword disappeared, his expression returning to its usual calm. He turned to face the woman, his gaze meeting hers.

"You can leave." He said calmly.

The woman, still trembling from the shock, nodded mutely. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

"My name is Liu Meng'er," she finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you for saving me, young master."

Yun Lintian nodded in acknowledgment, his expression remaining impassive. He had no interest in her gratitude, nor did he care to learn her name.

"Young master, I know I cannot repay you for your kindness," Liu Meng'er said, her voice filled with sincerity. "But if there is anything I can do to help you, please do not hesitate to ask."

Yun Lintian started to shoo her away, then stopped. "Has your sect ever been to this convention before?"

Liu Meng'er gave her head a shake. "No, this is first time for us. Seems Thirteenth Prince is using this whole competition to scout for his team."

Yun Lintian's eyebrows shot up. "His team? For what?"

Liu Meng'er winced as she patched herself up with divine energy. "There's supposed to be a showdown between the princes and princesses to pick the next heir."

A light bulb went off in Yun Lintian's head. This explained why Qing Zong didn't do anything to the Chen Clan. He was just playing the field, picking the best fish in the pond.

A cold smile played on Yun Lintian's lips. He realized he had to visit the Azure Royal Clan first before leaving for his mother. Otherwise, the Yun Clan would surely face another problem.

Yun Lintian produced some pills his father had given him and tossed them towards Liu Meng'er. "Take them and leave."

Liu Meng'er hesitated for a moment, then bowed her head in acknowledgment. "If the opportunity arises, I would be honored if you visited the Mystic Light Sect."

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