Cloud Mist Orphanage 1
Yang Lin had little hope to find Ming'er upon his arrival. Judging from his experience with the beautiful woman, she had already planned to strangle him in the cradle, that was her one and only chance- She failed. Thinking about that, Yang Lin actually smiled even more, cold as ever.
"You want to play these mind games of despair? So be it, I'll accompany you." Yang Lin thought, his voice swept across the fox residing within his mind. He wasn't worried because he knew that the woman could not pry into his mind as long it was near the fox, this was a card he is willing to utilize.
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"Pfft, haha!" Crisp laughter resounded before the clear projection of Yang Lin and his immediate quarters. It was Yang Daiyu, even the two women by her side had subtle reactions, albeit they were limited to soft chuckles.
"This brat!" The Heavenly Archress tweeted, though a pleasant smile crept her face. Accompany Mo Rong to a game of despair? She had to admit, he was shrewd. If the Madam, a mortal, could understand what Yang Lin did, so could the three of them.
Making it seem as if he welled up in despair, going berserk, killing without beating an eyelid, was he really only sixteen? Perhaps the torment had significance to the growth of his mentality. Seems that he grasped the gist of things, Mo Rong planned to torture him with things held dear to him. Alas, her plan had a few flaws already.
She opened the gates of despair to him, he so willingly tread through.
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Currently, Yang Lin stood tall in a nostalgic place where he could only crouch and lament if he was his past self. Under the shade of a large tree, on a hill overlooking the Could Mist Orphanage. Something intriguing was unfolding.
He saw a carriage driven by a pair of dark horses, though their stature was quite large. Currently, the carriage was empty, on its cardinal directions stood four men respectively, but they've exuded a presence that sent a chill down Yang Lin's back, he knew he was not their match.
He wasn't scared, to say the least, but he was worried for some reason. Taking into account the woman's words earlier, his eyebrows furrowed, were these people really orphans? Unintentionally, his gaze grew intensive, to an extent where one of the four men had felt it.
"Come down here," said the man closest to Yang Lin. They wore traditional military uniforms, these were still common even after the era of cultivation eclipsed the modern era. This planet was, and still is the home of human civilization with anarchy as a foundation. Kingdoms, Empires, Dynasties.
The only difference is, whereas Bloodline Lineage was the determining factor in ancient times, now strength ruled. Upon the decree of the Heavenly Empress, not only Great Elder Han, but many forces dispatched their juniors as the Small, Medium, and Great Worlds groomed under the hands of the Heavenly Empress as spheres void of cultivation piqued their interest. She had set up large formations across the atmospheres of each world, banishing Spiritual Qi, and left humanity to flourish in worlds void of such a blessing. Recently, the formation was shut down, allowing waves upon waves of Qi to integrate into the worlds, thus permitting cultivation.
These worlds now hosted a number of powers, they have all integrated adhering to her highness' decree. Amidst all this, one can consider Yang Lin's village to be a strand of hair on the body of a mammoth, even of less significance. This time of information wasn't available to someone of Yang Lin's status, but he knew little of the world around him, at least he knew under which dynasty's jurisdiction he was.
Huan Lou Li Dynasty.
"Come here, or die." The voice resounded again, the man turned around and glanced daggers at the silhouette under the maple tree. The youth's figure shocked him, a boy clad in white robes, though the robes might as well be called red. Deep red.
"Like a white devil…" The man uttered in a moment of shock, was the youth of this orphanage too? However, they don't remember having such a face imprisoned, where was he captured if so? If not, how did such a figure appear in such lackluster nowhere?
Yang Lin was oblivious to the thoughts in the man's head, he calmly descended the hill. To his former self, this leap had only one destination, death.
Now, he preformed the leap and landed soundlessly, as if he descended unto the street from a sidewalk. Silently, he approached the man who appeared rather ordinary.
Fit body, bald head, wide shoulders, and a tight military uniform, just like the other three.
"Show me your wrist," The man demanded, to which Yang Lin complied without hesitation. He only came here to find Ming'er, what he found odd was exposing his wrist, but he said nothing and proceeded.
The man proceeded with a gesture as if checking Yang Lin's pulse, only to feel a foreign energy wave past his skin and into his meridians. At that instant, Yang Lin's eyes flashed silver, but the man remained oblivious to it. A moment later, his expression darkened, the bit of energy he sent to examine Yang Lin's body had done its purpose, but he soon felt an ominous will sever his connection with the energy.
"Could he also have a special constitution?" The man muttered, his voice was low, but enough for the other three and Yang Lin to hear, confusing him.
"Pardon?" He asked, tilting his head. Instead of receiving an answer, he felt a tight squeeze, the man's callus hand tightly grasped Yang Lin's wrist as the latter turned to the other three.
"Sixteen, Qi Circulation Stage, send him in." He said in a solemn tone.