The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 142 Blood Temptation (5th Update)
Lin Yu’s words completely ignited the fury of the Sword Sect.
Originally, when they saw Lin Yu, this young mother, along with her child Lin Yun, being troubled by so many people, they felt somewhat embarrassed, and thus, no one at the scene had stopped her actions.
But then she outright said they were envious of the worthy and capable, and she’d be better off not staying with the Sword Sect.
How could they tolerate that?
"How dare you!"
The elders shouted in anger, yet none of them took immediate action to kill.
There was a process that had to be followed in these matters.
Lin Yu was very loyal to the Sword Sect, but she still chose to betray her sect. In the order of heaven, earth, sovereign, kin, and teacher, kin was still placed before teacher.
By scolding the Sword Sect as envious of the worthy and capable, she also provided Lin Yun with a reason to betray the Sword Sect.
Having damaged the reputation of the Sword Sect, there was no helping it. There is no perfect solution in the world; people must make choices after all.
And after speaking these words, she had no intention of leaving alive.
Upon hearing the words "envious of the worthy and capable," Baili Liuyun felt sensitive, and a murderous intent formed in his heart. He said coldly, "You deserted the sect, that’s fine, but to tarnish the reputation of the Sword Sect and to totally disregard the kindness and nurturing you received from the sect! Precept Elder, hear my command: the rebel Lin Yu has been disrespectful and contrary to the teaching, against the heaven’s will, now strip her of her cultivation level, break her limbs and banish her to the Thousand Miasma Forest!"
"Yes."
The Precept Elder answered the command and was about to capture Lin Yu when she sneered and drew her longsword.
"Do you still plan to resist stubbornly?"
No one among the elders present thought that Lin Yu would be able to resist, as she was already a mortal, and drawing the sword seemed to have little lethality.
"Not at all, there’s no need to bother yourselves with it. I have been raised by the Sword Sect since I was young, and indeed I owe an immeasurable debt of gratitude. Today, I shall repay it with my life."
As soon as she finished speaking, she aimed the sword at herself, intending to end her own life, but a meaty palm came from behind her, grabbing the blade directly. Lin Yu couldn’t pull the sword at all and realized it was Lin Yun who firmly grasped the blade.
Blood flowed out quickly, trickling down the sword, and slowly dropped to the ground.
Lin Yun seized the sword, disregarding Lin Yu’s objections, and dragged her beside Hu Yuling, saying, "Please, Aunt-Master, take care of her for a moment."
Hu Yuling nodded, nonchalantly placed her hand on Lin Yu’s forehead, and a massive amount of spiritual energy overflowed. The swelling on Lin Yu’s forehead gradually subsided and soon she looked as good as new. However, Hu Yuling did not stop the flow of spiritual energy.
She was distracted.
Because she smelled a very distinctive scent.
It was blood, Lin Yun’s blood.
She wanted to drink his blood.
Hu Yuling was startled by her own thoughts; she was human and did not have an inclination to drink blood.
But that urge was unmistakably real.
Fortunately, Lin Yun’s wound healed very fast. Xiao Qing, dodging the tumultuous Qi Sea in Lin Yun’s Dantian, moved to his heart and upon finding Lin Yun wounded, casually stopped the bleeding.
The Azure Dragon Gu Worm, truly an essential spirit pet for home and travel.
Uh, you call her a... Gu Worm?
After Lin Yun’s wound healed, Hu Yuling’s bloodthirsty impulse also vanished.
But her heart was still far from calm.
She was at the Enlightened Realm, where one’s own desires could be controlled, yet in that moment, she had teetered on the brink of losing control, simply from the scent of Lin Yun’s blood.
Everyone else, seemed to have no reaction?
Could it be that this blood, only has an effect on high-level cultivators?
Hu Yuling’s thoughts began to race wildly.
She had always thought of Lin Yun as an unfathomable person, and while she was confident in her cultivation level, she hadn’t been too afraid, but now, after what had happened, Hu Yuling felt terror.
Not a single person present detected any anomaly, as their attention had all been drawn away by Lin Yun.
After handing Lin Yu over to Hu Yuling, Lin Yun let out three nervous laughs that greatly annoyed Baili Liuyun.
"Why dost thou laugh?"
"I had thought that as the leader of a sect, a cultivator who has found the Way, faced with a disciple’s accusation, you would have some profound discourse. Yet, it seems you only know how to suppress with strength, turning a blind eye to your own faults. What qualifies you to judge others?"
Lin Yun struggled to restrain his emotions, for anger brought impulsiveness.
The angrier he was, the more he needed to remain calm.
When angry, a person often misjudges their own strength, which can lead to disastrous outcomes.
Lin Yun had a powerful backing, with a master on the Righteous Path and a wife from the Demon Sect. Even if it came to the Demon Tribe, there was a Sea Dragon willing to serve as his mount.
These connections could ensure his proper growth, but didn’t mean he could act recklessly without any concern.
Yet, with his anger having reached such a point, Lin Yun feared he might burst an artery if he stayed silent.
So, he had to fight back with words.
As he provoked Baili Liuyun with his words, Lin Yun was also mindful of his positioning. The Cheating Heaven Step Technique was in place, and he wasn’t far from Hu Yuling, ensuring she could come to his aid quickly if Baili Liuyun chose to strike.
Indeed, Baili Liuyun was enraged to the core, roaring defiantly as he unleashed his Divine Soul pressure, bearing down on Lin Yun.
He wanted to teach Lin Yun the simplest of principles: strength is the only reason.
The strong can choose to reason with the weak, or they can opt not to. It all depends on the strong, not the weak.
However, Lin Yun had remained unaffected even under the Divine Soul suppression of Dongfang Hongyue, so the atmospheric pressure from Baili Liuyun had no effect either. Lin Yun spoke out loud, "Perhaps the esteemed elders would like to hear a few words from me.
I have heard that Sword Sect once was the strongest on the Righteous Path. The five saints of Sword Sect left their legacy in this remote southwestern land. For thousands of years, anyone passing through the southwest looked up to Sword Peak, with cultivators from all over longing to wield their swords under heaven, spreading their chivalrous fame. The might of Sword Sect was unparalleled."
At this point, the previously angry elders calmed somewhat, and Baili Liuyun, who had wanted to ignore Lin Yun’s bluster, fell silent as Lin Yun spoke of the glorious history of Sword Sect; it did not seem appropriate to interrupt.
As for the fact that his aura suppression had no effect, Baili Liuyun was embarrassed to let others realize it.
This kid is not right!
By all accounts, he should be kneeling by now; how can he still talk so calmly and collectedly?
Because of this hesitation, he missed the chance to cut Lin Yun off.
Lin Yun wasn’t there to butter up with empty praise. Seeing that everyone was quietly listening, Lin Yun continued, "So why has such a powerful sect become what it is today? I think it is due to the failure to cherish talent, causing capable individuals to waste their years. Those in control of power are all ungrateful and fawning sycophants."
As he spoke of fawning sycophants, Lin Yun’s finger circled the great hall, finally resting on Elder Ming Xi.
Feeling the gaze of others, Ming Xi became furiously embarrassed, rebuking loudly, "Audacious boy, who are you to presumptuously discuss the predecessors of Sword Sect?"
"I dare not, but I have one question. In the past, you said I have the Innate Sword Body, yet you taught me no sword techniques and sent me off to the Demon Sect. Elder Ming Xi, is this the way Sword Sect cultivates its disciples?"
With Lin Yun’s words, the great hall instantly erupted into an uproar...
