Something wasn’t right…
Lin Wuming stared at the rapidly approaching Lin clan Grand Elder, alarm flashing in his eyes.
Though they claimed he had succumbed to qi deviation, the Grand Elder’s seemingly wild attacks clearly had a specific target—him and the Wang clan contestant.
And as it turned out, his suspicions were exactly on point.
If only Lin Wuming were killed and the other remained alive, it would appear too suspicious. So naturally, the Wang clan’s youth had to die as well.
Besides, eliminating a Wang clan genius would also help clear the path for the Lin family. Why not?
As for what happened after killing the two… the Grand Elder’s sanity was slipping fast.
What followed would be out of his hands.
He didn’t have much time left.
He had to kill them—fast.
A massive surge of true essence gathered in the Grand Elder’s palm, sweeping down upon Lin Wuming and the Wang clan contestant like a tidal wave.
A hand of pure essence descended with overwhelming force, grinding everything in its path into powder.
This Grand Elder was far more terrifying than the assassin from that night.
Already at the late-stage Core Formation realm, and now fully consumed by demonic madness, his rampaging true essence made him unstoppable to anyone below the Nascent Soul realm!
Let alone two cultivators still in the Qi Condensation stage.
The oppressive wave of essence left no time to dodge.
In one strike, Lin Wuming was pushed to the brink of death.
‘It’s over…’
The only thought that crossed Lin Wuming’s mind.
This situation had long exceeded what his current cultivation could handle.
If Miss Liu of the Liu clan had shown up, perhaps there might’ve been a way—but…
Something had clearly gone wrong.
She still hadn’t arrived.
As the deadly hand loomed closer, Lin Wuming’s breath caught in his throat—
“You old scoundrel—how dare you!”
Almost simultaneously, two voices rang out—one near, one far.
In the next moment, a robed man leapt from the base of the arena, channeling his essence into his palm as he charged at the possessed Lin Grand Elder.
From beyond the arena, a middle-aged man in official robes stepped through the air, drenched in sweat.
Sword in hand, he slashed down, sending a crescent-shaped arc of sword qi crashing toward the stage.
The robed man was the first to engage.
When their true essences clashed, the force cracked the ground beneath them wide open, forming a trench several meters wide and over ten meters deep.
Yet the deadlock lasted only a heartbeat.
The Lin Grand Elder paled and was thrown backward, while the robed man’s essence attack surged onward without slowing.
At the same time, the sword qi from above cleaved the arena in two.
Many contestants, who had paused their matches to spectate, stared at the gash with wide eyes and cold sweat.
If they’d been a little less lucky, they might’ve been split in two by that slash!
“What the hell just happened? Where am I? Who am I?”
—Most of them were in a dazed, shell-shocked state.
“The City Lord!” the Wang clan’s patriarch quickly reacted, turning his gaze to the man in official robes striding through the air.
Indeed—it was the Lord of Luoshui City.
But the city lord wasn’t looking at him.
His eyes were fixed on the robed man who had struck before him.
The robed man, too, stared back in momentary surprise.
—What are the odds? You came to save him too?
The sudden chaos plunged the venue into stunned silence.
No one had even processed the fact that the Lin clan Grand Elder had gone mad.
But the arrival of the city lord brought them a sense of calm.
The city lord was known to be both powerful and well-connected.
With him here, even the four great clans wouldn’t dare stir up trouble.
Lin Wuming finally let out a breath of relief and cupped his hands toward the two newcomers.
“Many thanks for saving my life.”
“It’s nothing. We were just fulfilling a request…”
Both men spoke at once, exchanging surprised glances.
Seriously?
Both of us were sent here for him?
The audience was dumbstruck.
What was going on?
These two Nascent Soul stage experts weren’t here to protect the venue—they’d come to protect this teenager?
Hiss—
This guy not only had terrifying talent, but he was also this strong?
And now he had a background powerful enough to summon two Nascent Soul masters?
Is this… a cultivation novel protagonist?
“Husband!”
Before the crowd could process everything, a clear voice laced with worry rang out.
A girl in a sky-blue gown dashed through the stands toward the arena, trailed by a young maid.
Her previously neat outfit was now wrinkled from haste.
“Senior Sister!” the robed young man immediately bowed when he saw her.
“Senior… Sister?”
Not just Lin Wuming, but everyone else froze.
This man was clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he was her junior?
Liu Yingfeng, however, had no time for others.
She quickly looked Lin Wuming over, only relaxing when she confirmed he was unharmed. Then she turned to fix her disheveled robes.
This very blue dress was the one her husband had personally picked for her at the clothing shop…
“I’m fine… But, you—”
Still stunned, Lin Wuming managed to reply, then glanced at the robed young man—who was now studying him with clear curiosity, not the least bit offended at being ignored.
Though Liu Yingfeng had joined later, her overwhelming talent had made her the personal disciple of the sect master.
She was now the leading figure of her generation in the Taixu Void Hall.
The robed man had joined earlier and merely had a stronger cultivation base. In status and standing, he wasn’t even close.
What intrigued him more was the man who had so captured his senior sister’s heart.
If someone like her was this devoted to him, then surely he must have extraordinary qualities.
When Lin Wuming turned his gaze toward him, he politely nodded back.
After all, if they married in the future, he’d have to call the guy “Senior Brother.”
As for those classic tropes where someone from a big sect looks down on a small-town guy and says, “You’re not worthy of her!”—seriously?
What, you think this is a cliché cultivation novel, just here to set up a face-slapping moment?
Only a fool would deliberately offend someone for no benefit.
And whether or not this guy was “worthy”… so what?
Liu Yingfeng’s talent was legendary. If we’re being picky, who in the world is worthy of her?
Besides, the Taixu Void Hall didn’t need some powerful match to bolster their reputation.
The sect master doted on her endlessly—he agreed to her request to find her fiancé without hesitation, even sending this very disciple to protect her.
If even the sect master and Senior Sister didn’t care, what right did he have to object?
What, did he think he had a shot himself?
Dream on.
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