Chapter 777: Chapter 777

"Master Yun, you've had your medicine, so I'll head out now. During this period, you've been recovering quite well. In about ten days, you should let that matter go. If it doesn't work out this time, there will always be another chance." Little Yue brought the medicine bowl to the bedside. Lin Yun looked at the medicine in the bowl, pinched his nose, and drank it down.

The medicine tasted both bitter and disgusting, but Lin Yun kept drinking without hesitation.

"Master Yun, you've been resting well, so I'll be going now." Little Yue unwillingly cast one more glance at Lin Yun, then picked up the tray and left.

Lin Yun lay on the bed, his hands placed behind his head, seemingly very content.

"I'm so glad. Lin Yun never got to enjoy such care before." He thought to himself, "Heaven finally opened an eye for me." In his past life, although Lin Yun had a girlfriend, he had never experienced this kind of warmth amid simplicity. Thıs text ıs hosted at novel•fire.net

At that moment, another person entered. The newcomer walked in by pushing the door open, not bothering even to knock—clearly someone who didn't care for any form of courtesy or need Lin Yun's approval to enter.

"Brother Yun, how's your leg?" Entering was a man in his early twenties, dressed in fine embroidered clothing. The sight of him triggered Lin Yun's memories immediately. The man was Master Yang from the Yang Family, one of the three great aristocratic clans. The Yang family's standing in Tianqing City was equivalent to that of Lin Yun's Lin Family.

"Thank you for your concern. My leg is doing much better," Lin Yun replied, thoughts drifting back to Yang Hui.

Lin Yun wanted to get out of bed and walk around. The pain in his leg had completely healed, and it even seemed more agile than before. He moved like a flying bird. In his memories, this young man had always been gifted in martial arts.

Through the recollection of Lin Yun's life in this world, Lin Yun also came to understand that the spiritual world was divided into two types of people: ordinary inhabitants of the Lower Realm, and metaphysical beings from the Upper Realm. People in the Lower Realm practiced martial arts as part of cultural traditions, whereas those from the Upper Realm mastered meditation to control life and death. Having lived in this world for fourteen years, he finally started grasping the fundamental reality of this place. It was evident this world held many secrets buried deeply, and even if someone were immortal for fifty years, they might still fail to understand it completely.

At this moment, Lin Yun had gained clarity about the world's nature, and naturally, he was determined to become a part of the metaphysical Upper Realm. Only by joining the Upper Realm could he rise above being a mere ant-like existence. That would mark the beginning of mastering one's own fate and commanding both life and death.

"No wonder Yang Xiao is so fixated on the number of Zen Master's disciples. If one becomes a disciple of Zen Master in Zen cultivation, they earn a gateway into the Upper Realm. Entering the Upper Realm means having a chance to become a great Zen practitioner, and achieving that would transform their destiny. Today, there's only one slot available, and only three people can apply. I am one of them. To him, I am the greatest threat. As long as I am here, he certainly won't get selected. The more Lin Yun thought about it, the more he suspected Yang Xiao."

Lin Yun's eyes revealed a destructive Divine Qi. Judging from this, Yang Xiao likely had murderous intent. Lin Yun's strategic instincts from his previous life immediately surfaced: "If someone doesn't pose harm to me, I'll endure them tenfold."

"Yun'er, are you inside? May I come in to see you, my son?" A warm voice with powerful energy and an unmistakable caring tone spoke from outside the door.

From Lin Yun's memories, he recognized that voice—it was undoubtedly his father, Lin Tianlan.

"Father, come in!" Lin Yun said from inside the room. Lin Tianlan was a businessman known for his wealth, but also a former warrior. Within his domain, Lin Tianlan was considered the pinnacle of greatness.

The door opened, and in walked a middle-aged man dressed in a gold-trimmed robe. It was Lin Tianlan. Despite nearly approaching fifty years of age, he showed no signs of aging. His features still carried an aura of heroism. Looking at him, it was easy to imagine that Lin Tianlan must have captivated many women in his youth. No wonder this young man inherited such striking looks—it was all thanks to exceptional lineage.

As soon as Lin Tianlan entered, he saw Lin Yun standing there with a somewhat puzzled and uncertain expression, causing his heart to tighten. He quickly walked up to Lin Yun and sat down beside him. Unable to contain his concern, Lin Tianlan said, "With your injured leg, you dare move around so much? Can't you just lie down and rest properly?"

"Father, it's just that I've been bedridden for so long. I wanted to get up and do some exercises!" Lin Yun suddenly sniffled, feeling an overwhelming surge of emotion about his father's concern. This newfound parental love made him feel an inexplicable urge to cry.

Lin Yun had lived a previous life as an orphan, growing up in a foster home. His parents had died in a car accident, leaving him abandoned and sent to the orphanage.

"How is your leg? Does it still hurt? Look at your teary eyes. If this pains me as much as it pains you, then I have failed as your father. It's been so long, yet you still don't know who was the culprit. If I knew who the murderer was, I'd utterly destroy them for trying to harm Yun'er." Lin Tianlan's voice carried deep hatred.

"Father, I promise I will avenge myself. Honestly, my leg has healed—I can get out of bed and move around freely now." Lin Yun lifted his leg casually to demonstrate its movement in front of Lin Tianlan. Surprised, Lin Tianlan watched as Lin Yun bent his leg effortlessly. Unable to hide his astonishment, he said, "Yun'er, how... how is this possible? Didn't the doctor say your leg was almost beyond repair? What... what happened here?"

"I don't know either. When I woke up this morning, my leg was suddenly healed. May God bless me!" Lin Yun rubbed the calluses on his palm and chuckled. His words were spoken with sincerity, as he truly had no idea what had transpired.

Lin Tianlan exclaimed, "That's wonderful! Such greatness! If God is merciful enough to heal Yun'er's leg, then I must offer even greater reverence to Him."

"Yes, I agree completely," Lin Yun responded. Then he turned to say, "Father, after calculating overnight, I believe I know who pushed me off that cliff. Even if it wasn't them personally, I know who sent someone to do it."

Lin Tianlan furrowed his brow upon hearing Lin Yun's words, asking in a low voice: "Who is it? Yun'er, tell me—who is it? For your father's sake, you must let me know."

Lin Tianlan knew well that Yang Xiao wouldn't stop trying to kill Lin Yun and would surely send assassins to attempt another attack. For the past few days, the Yunfu Building's defenses had been strengthened, with everyone on high alert, never relaxing.

Although Lin Yun's leg injury had fully healed, the news must absolutely be kept secret. The only way forward was to stay hidden at home, feign his injured leg, and patiently wait for Yang Xiao to strike again. Once Yang Xiao sent assassins after him, Lin Yun would be able to capture them and uncover evidence of Yang Xiao's involvement.

"Just look at this Young Master Yunfu. Once you start fighting others, you must constantly guard against assassination attempts." Lin Yun reflected, thinking back to the harsh life he had endured, living freely but with endless danger. Now, even though he wore fine garments and resided comfortably in the luxurious Yunfu Building, his life no longer held the same carefree freedom. Every moment required vigilance against unexpected threats.

Ultimately, all such days had been caused by that accursed black jade. When Lin Yun thought back to the mysterious Yulin from that cavern, he couldn't help but feel a chill. During that time in the grotto, the black jade had behaved strangely, inexplicably transporting them to a supernatural world. Scientifically speaking, this could have been a parallel universe. Everything here, including the modes of living, seemed similar to Earth. However, people's priorities differed.

This world's pride lay in cultivating Spiritual Spirit. Whether this Spiritual Spirit was akin to Earth's Qigong remained to be seen. At that moment, Lin Yun hadn't yet activated any Spiritual Spirit.

"What exactly are those blue markings that appeared on my body that day? Could they have healed my leg? They're more miraculous than any medicine!" Lin Yun took off his clothes to examine his navel, where the blue markings had previously appeared.