Chapter 780: Chapter 780

"I suggest you don't do it here, unless… Yunfu Mansion is about to collapse," Xuan Chouyu reminded us.

"That's not boasting," Yun placed down the Demon Blood Saber, dispelling the thought in his mind with a wave of his hand.

"If you don't believe me, you can test it at another place," the Jade Blade spoke in the darkness.

Lin Yun, still wanting to understand the power of the Demon Blood Saber, nodded and said, "How could such a matter be hidden?"

"Just take a look and grab it," said the Jade Blade amidst the hues of night.

Lin Yun closed his eyes, thinking of a motion—in that instant, the mystical Blood Blade vanished. Lin Yun raised his right hand, still feeling an inexplicable connection to it. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net

Lin Yun opened the door. Outside, the air was fresh, sunlight bright and warm, invigorating his entire body. He crossed the courtyard into the main hall. At this hour, Lin Tianlan had awoken and was drinking tea in the great hall. Seeing Lin Yun leaving the house, Lin Tianlan smiled and said, "My son Yun'er, you seem better today."

"Indeed, father, much better," Lin Yun replied, feeling an affinity upon seeing Lin Tianlan.

"Hmm, are you heading out?" Lin Tianlan noticed Lin Yun preparing to leave and inquired.

"Yes, father. I've stayed at home for days now. I want to go for a walk," Lin Yun said with a smile.

Currently, Yang Xiao is making every effort to eliminate you. He has sent assassins with orders from the City Lord of Heaven Assistant to bring him justice. It's safer if you delay leaving, Lin Tianlan advised, not out of anger but from a place of concern. Lin Yun, though unafraid of the assassins sent by Yang Xiao, knew his current strength wasn't invincible. Against experts of the Lower Realm, Lin Yun had little room to rely on their help.

"Father, you don't need to worry. At this moment, I fear no Lower Realm expert unless, hidden in darkness, there exists someone who might truly pose a threat to me," Lin Yun firmly declared, his resolve startling Lin Tianlan, leaving him slightly shaken.

"Yun'er, still, be cautious. Although you've cultivated the Netherworld Spirit, we can't confirm if it's truly the Netherworld Spirit. If the waters turn treacherous, it could result in great danger. It's best you wait a while," Lin Tianlan said, prioritizing Lin Yun's safety. Furthermore, Yang Xiao is cunning. Who knows what tricks he may have up his sleeve for Lin Yun when the time comes?

Lin Yun understood his father's deep concern, hesitating to act rashly. Fearful of his father's dissent, he restrained himself. Yet, in his helplessness, his right hand instinctively unfolded as his emotions surged. Suddenly, waves of meditative energy swept forth. His right hand suddenly transformed into a massive, two-meter-long black, razor-sharp blade, emanating alcohol-like mist along its edge.

"This… what is this?" Lin Tianlan exclaimed in shock, rendered speechless at witnessing such a magical feat, as the Black Blade emerged from Lin Yun's arm.

"It's a form of meditative skill I've cultivated. The violet energy I've nurtured within is undoubtedly a meditation force. Beyond that, I possess a mystical Blood Blade. Upon stepping out, I plan to test the might of the Magic Blood Blade. Father, you can rest assured—except for Zen Masters, no one else can harm me," Lin Yun spoke confidently.

"Excellent, excellent. Yun'er, you truly shine for the Lin Family. Among the ninth generation of our lineage, we've never had anyone who achieved capabilities such as yours. There is hope now—a great hope. Blessed are we by the ancestors of True Jesus," Lin Tianlan said with tears of joy and excitement.

Seeing his father Lin Tianlan so pleased, Lin Yun felt warmth bloom within his heart. This home brought him such cherished comfort. Yet, Lin Yun had never seen his mother, neither in this life nor in fleeting memories. There seemed to be no trace of her—a shadowless existence. Surely, he hadn't sprung forth from stone.

Lin Yun had always sought the answer to this mystery, but his father concealed his struggles, veiling the truth daily. Even now, Lin Yun remained in the dark as to who his mother truly was.

"Father, I've always had a question for you," Lin Yun said somberly, gazing at his parent with earnest expression.

"Yun'er, what's troubling you?" Lin Tianlan, seeing the deep sorrow in his son, was startled. It was a joy to witness Lin Yun's cultivation of the meditative spirit.

"Father, who is my mother? Where exactly is she now?" Lin Yun finally voiced the question, yet hesitation lingered with each syllable. For twenty years on Earth, he had been orphaned. For one year now in this realm, he had found a father. Surely, he deserved to know his mother. Though driven by longing, Lin Yun's desires weren't unreasonable—only rooted in familial hopes.

At the mention of this subject, Lin Tianlan's face darkened with a sorrow deeper than Lin Yun's own. It seemed an unerasable anguish carved into Lin Tianlan's soul.

That memory was a scar on Lin Tianlan's heart, one he could never cleanse. The events of that night nearly crushed Lin Tianlan's spirit. If not for his child Lin Yun, he would have ended his life years ago.

"Yun'er, for now, focus on honing your meditation. Strive to enter the Netherworld. When you become strong, I'll disclose everything about your mother to you," Lin Tianlan's eyes suddenly reddened as he sorrowfully patted Lin Yun's shoulder. His emotions revealed a deep sense of helplessness tied to Lin Yun's mother.

Why… why wait until I'm truly strong to tell me? Is my mother in danger? If so, why can't we rescue her now? Lin Yun's heart was filled with shock, a faint sense of unease arising.

"Yun'er, first focus on your practice. Father will reveal everything about your mother to you in due time. It's not as simple as you imagine. Knowing now will serve no purpose—it might even disturb your mind, disrupting your cultivation progress. Trust me," Lin Tianlan reassured Lin Yun with sincerity.

"Alright… father, I'll do my best. When I'm strong enough, you must promise to tell me where my mother is," Lin Yun's gaze burned with resolute determination. In this rebirth, he vowed to experience the harmony of Heavenly Country and family unity.

"Father, I'm heading out," Lin Yun said after finishing, then left Yunfu Mansion. Ten miles away stood East-West Mountain. The hill wasn't high, merely measuring a hundred meters. Yet, hidden beyond this barren mountain range lay a thousand-mile stretch of peaks. Lin Yun journeyed to the desolate mountain, finding a secluded spot to avoid detection for a time.

The location was quite favorable, with large trees providing cover. Lin Yun confidently utilized his meditative body power, engaging in inner movement. His right hand, cloaked in meditation, transformed into a two-meter-long Demon Blood Saber. The intense black glow emanating from its sharp edges was unnervingly cold and dreadful. Such an aura wasn't something seen often. Birds and beasts throughout the forest scattered wildly in fright.

Within a hundred-meter radius of the forest zone, all the tree trunks withered, falling silent before instantly crumbling to ashes. The magnitude of this destructive force was alarming. It drained vitality from all living forces in its vicinity.

Lin Yun's eyes sparkled ominously as his transformed arm raised the Demon Blood Saber, slashing through the empty space before him. The air trembled intensely as the blade's crescent-shaped energy arc shot forth swiftly like lightning, carving through the heavens. Grass and trees disintegrated to ash, and even rocks crumbled to dust under its overwhelming force. When the blade's power waned, only a tragic landscape remained.

"Such power… truly terrifying. This is the extent of meditative might. No wonder Mystic White Jade warned me not to unleash my strength within Yunfu. If I had, Yunfu Mansion would've reduced to rubble."

"Hmm… this child's physical strength is impressive!" A voice of admiration suddenly resonated from above Lin Yun.

Startled, Lin Yun raised his head fearfully. He spotted a man dressed in black—a middle-aged figure smiling faintly at him with arms crossed elegantly. His gaze carried profound solemnity, and his eyes reflected a depth akin to an unfathomable abyss.

He appeared utterly composed. Despite Lin Yun's meditative abilities that allowed him to sense any nearby movement, he hadn't detected this individual who had been quietly observing his practice.

Deeply shocked, Lin Yun carefully examined the man. The figure stood there in the void, like a devil incarnate. Lin Yun was bewildered by the stranger's immeasurable power, sensing that he was anything but ordinary.