“Didn’t I tell you? I’m just a rogue cultivator,” Lin Yun said, looking at the Mu Clan elder.
“Impossible! Your sword techniques and that weapon—they’re not things a rogue cultivator could possess!” The Mu Clan elder refused to believe it.
“Wait, that woman called you Lin Yun earlier. Could it be…?”
The Mu Clan elder jolted, suddenly recalling a piece of information.
“Are you… the new disciple of Emperor Huoyun?” He stared at Lin Yun in shock.
It clicked for him—Lin Yun’s Shadow Sword Technique seemed to be the very sword art created by Emperor Huoyun himself!
He’d once seen a royal descendant use it.
This only further confirmed Lin Yun’s identity.
“You’ve guessed it? Since you’ve already said it, fine, I’ve got nothing to hide. I am indeed a disciple of Emperor Huoyun,” Lin Yun said casually.
His confirmation sent a tidal wave of astonishment through the crowd.
“What?”
“This guy’s actually a disciple of Emperor Huoyun!”
“No wonder he has so many tricks, no wonder his realm-leaping ability is so terrifying, no wonder he wields a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon!”
The scene erupted in gasps and murmurs.
With his identity revealed, everything made sense.
The Tianqiong Clan members were equally stunned by this sudden revelation.
“So he has such a background. No wonder he’s been so confident…” The Fourth Elder gazed at Lin Yun’s distant figure, his eyes filled with complexity.
Lin Yun’s status was far beyond anything he’d anticipated.
“He… he actually has this kind of identity?” The handsome man stood frozen, dumbfounded.
At that moment, he finally understood that, whether in strength or background, he couldn’t hold a candle to Lin Yun!
He finally realised why Lin Yun had always dismissed him…
“Brother Yun has actually… become a disciple of Emperor Huoyun?” Even Yu Ying covered her mouth in shock.
In the field.
Lin Yun looked at the white-haired Mu Clan elder and continued, “Now that my identity is clear, do you still dare to attack me?”
Lin Yun knew he couldn’t win if the fight dragged on. If this could end here, it’d be for the best.
“This… this…” The Mu Clan elder hesitated.
The Mu Clan was, after all, within the Huoyun Empire. Killing the disciple of Emperor Huoyun was no small matter—how could he make such a decision lightly? It could even implicate the entire Mu Clan!
Clearly, he was deeply wary of Lin Yun’s status.
“Lord Lin, earlier… it might’ve been a misunderstanding. You should’ve revealed your identity sooner! Now that it’s cleared up, how could I possibly act against you, Lord Lin?” The white-haired Mu Clan elder forced a dry laugh.
Then, he turned and waved his hand, “Let’s go. We’ll search for other things beneath the pool.”
With that, he quickly led the Mu Clan away, diving into the pool.
As for the hawk-nosed man’s death, he could only chalk it up to bad luck.
That man could never have imagined, even in death, that he’d die so pointlessly…
After the Mu Clan departed.
Phew…
Lin Yun finally let out a breath, the crisis temporarily averted.
If the fight had continued, Lin Yun knew he’d nearly exhausted his tricks while his opponent hadn’t even gone all out. Once they unleashed their real techniques or trump cards, his defeat would’ve been certain—no question about it.
The gap in realms was simply too vast!
Though the Emperor had advised Lin Yun to avoid revealing his identity during this trial, this time it wasn’t Lin Yun who’d主动 (actively) disclosed it. His astonishing strength and the Heavenly Dao-grade weapon had led the opponent to figure it out themselves, so it didn’t quite go against Emperor Huoyun’s intent.
“Now, anyone else here want to come after me?” Lin Yun’s gaze swept the crowd.
He knew that, while only the Mu Clan had attacked him earlier, nearly every team present had been eyeing the Frost Heart in his possession.
His words plunged the scene into a brief silence as everyone weighed their options.
Indeed, some teams, particularly those within the Huoyun Empire, abandoned their plans to compete due to Lin Yun’s identity.
“The Mu Clan fears your status, but my Baili Clan doesn’t!”
A booming voice rang out.
At the same time, the leading elder of the Baili Clan stepped forward slowly.
The Baili Clan hailed from the Tianqian Empire, which meant he had no fear of Lin Yun’s background.
“Kid, I’m also Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm. You should know whether you can beat that level. Hand over the Frost Heart obediently, and I won’t make things hard for you!” The Baili Clan elder said with a hint of pressure.
Lin Yun’s heart sank slightly as he saw the Baili Clan step up.
Back on the outer island, when the Baili Clan had first arrived, Lin Yun had recalled something.
The enemy of Old Ancestor Xuyun was from the Baili Clan in the Tianqian Empire.
When Lin Yun had inherited Old Ancestor Xuyun’s legacy on Earth, he’d promised to avenge him within five hundred years.
But Old Ancestor Xuyun had been dead for millennia, and his enemy had already reached the Eternal Realm, so the matter had been on hold. Lin Yun’s current strength was far from enough to exact revenge.
Still, he’d long since gathered and memorised information about that enemy.
“Your Baili Clan is sure you want to mess with me?” Lin Yun’s brow furrowed.
“It’s just for the Frost Heart. Since we’re here in the ruins to hunt treasure, whoever holds the treasure is fair game. With your realm and strength, you’re not qualified to take the Frost Heart. I’m doing this for your own good,” the Baili Clan elder said with a smile.
“For my own good?”
Lin Yun couldn’t help but laugh, “Then you shouldn’t bother with the Frost Heart either. Leave now—you’re not qualified to take it. I’m saying this for your own good too.”
The Baili Clan elder’s face darkened at those words.
“Kid, you’re refusing the toast and forcing the punishment! You think being Emperor Huoyun’s disciple makes you untouchable? Today, I’ll cut you down!”
With that, the Baili Clan elder stomped the ground and charged, wielding a war blade that slashed fiercely at Lin Yun!
Boom boom boom!
The blade carried terrifying power and a deafening roar, tearing through the void and leaving a fleeting crack in space that quickly sealed itself.
“To claim this Frost Heart, a fierce battle is inevitable,” Lin Yun’s gaze narrowed.
Too many “hungry wolves” were eyeing the “juicy prize” of the Frost Heart. Even if he’d intimidated the Mu Clan with his background, other forces would still come for it.
Relying solely on his status to scare them off clearly wasn’t enough—unless he could crush them with absolute strength.
But how could he, at his current level, defeat an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator?
“Since it’s unavoidable, then let’s fight!”
Lin Yun gripped his Heavenly Dao-grade Zijon Sword, pouring his inner energy into it without reservation, unleashing all his techniques in unison.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The Zijon Sword trembled, its piercing purple light growing ever more intense.
Then, the sword surged forward, meeting the Baili Clan’s attack head-on!
Heaven-Shaking Hand, Shadow Sword Technique—Lin Yun deployed them all together.
