Arrival at the Lingyun Sect
Chapter 15: Arrival at the Lingyun Sect
Translator: Krukist
"What happened?"
Marquis Changlin, Lin Tianxiong, spoke with an icy tone, his voice devoid of emotion.
The frigid aura surrounding Lin Tianxiong made Steward Wang tremble uncontrollably. In all the centuries he had served Marquis Changlin, he had never seen his lord in such a terrifying state. He knew that this was the calm before the storm—Lin Tianxiong was seething with unbridled fury.
"Young Master Yunyi was killed while pursuing the eldest daughter of the Ling family in the outer regions of the Starry Mountain Range. We only found his remains there."
"Who did it?"
"We don't know yet, my lord. At the scene, apart from Young Master Yunyi's body, the remains of six guards who accompanied him were also discovered. However, there was no trace of the eldest daughter of the Ling family."
Steward Wang dared not say more, but Lin Tianxiong already understood the implication. His gaze turned piercing, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He had thought wiping out the Ling family was a mere triviality—he never expected that it would lead to the death of his only son.
"Summon the Changlin Army. I will personally retrieve Yunyi and ensure those responsible for his death are buried alongside him!" Lin Tianxiong commanded, his voice laced with killing intent.
Steward Wang's expression changed drastically. Shocked, he quickly said, "My lord, without the emperor's decree, the Changlin Army cannot be mobilized!"
As someone who had served Lin Tianxiong for centuries, Steward Wang knew that while the Changlin Army was under Marquis Changlin's direct command, its ultimate allegiance belonged to the Radiant Sun Emperor. Without imperial sanction, mobilizing the army would be an act of treason.
The Changlin Army, though not among the empire's highest-ranked legions, was still a formidable force. Comprising five hundred warriors at the Profound General Realm, with ten commanders at the Entering Sovereign Realm, their overall might rivaled that of a mid-tier sect in the empire.
[:Profound General Realm = General Realm]
Lin Tianxiong turned his cold gaze upon Steward Wang. "My only son is gone. What else do I have to lose?"
Hearing these words, Steward Wang shuddered. Without further persuasion, he went to mobilize the army.
Soon, a battalion of soldiers clad in red-scaled armor gathered in the Changlin estate's courtyard. Their presence alone exuded a chilling, murderous aura.
"Greetings, Marquis!"
Their voices thundered in unison, shaking the very foundation of the estate.
"Follow me!"
"Yes, my lord!"
With a single command, the Changlin Army took to the skies, following Lin Tianxiong.
Watching them leave, Steward Wang sighed deeply. "My lord, this time, you've truly crossed a line. Even if your cause is just, punishment upon your return is inevitable."
The departure of the Changlin Army sent ripples through the noble circles of the imperial capital.
"What's happening? How dare Marquis Changlin mobilize his forces without permission?"
"Investigate immediately! What could have driven him to such recklessness?"
"He won't escape the emperor's wrath after this!"
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Radiant Sun City Gates
At the towering gates of Radiant Sun City, Li Qingchen, the commander of the imperial capital's guards and a Sovereign Realm expert, was patrolling as usual. Standing atop the city walls, he surveyed the bustling capital with pride. Under the Radiant Sun Emperor's rule, the empire had flourished, growing stronger with each passing year.
Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, he saw a group of figures approaching at high speed. His expression darkened as he soared into the sky, his voice booming across the heavens.
"Marquis Changlin! Mobilizing the Changlin Army without imperial sanction is a grave offense! How dare you leave the capital without permission? Do not make a mistake you will regret—turn back now!"
The incoming figures were none other than Lin Tianxiong and his troops.
"Commander Li, I have urgent business. Step aside, and I will owe you a favor," Lin Tianxiong spoke, restraining the killing intent in his voice.
"Under different circumstances, I would gladly accept a favor from Marquis Changlin. But today, I cannot." Li Qingchen's tone was firm. He didn't know what had driven Lin Tianxiong to such madness, but mobilizing an army and leaving the capital without approval was akin to rebellion.
Lin Tianxiong's expression turned even colder. "My only son is dead. If I cannot retrieve his remains with dignity, how can I call myself his father? If I cannot avenge him, how can I still be a father?"
His voice turned solemn as he gazed at Li Qingchen. "Li Qingchen, you are also a father. If your son was murdered, would you still stand here and block my path?"
Li Qingchen fell silent.
Indeed, he was a father. He understood Lin Tianxiong's agony.
In the world of cultivation, familial ties were both a blessing and a burden. Some treated their bloodline as sacred, while others saw them as mere stepping stones to power.
Lin Tianxiong and Li Qingchen belonged to the former category.
"Do not force me to act against you," Lin Tianxiong warned, his killing intent surging.
Just as Li Qingchen was caught in hesitation, a voice filled with absolute authority rang through his mind.
"Let him pass. The death of his son has clouded his judgment. While his actions are reckless, they are understandable. He will answer to me upon his return."
Li Qingchen trembled. That voice—there was only one man in the empire who could inspire such reverence.
The Radiant Sun Emperor.
"Go. Upon your return, you will face His Majesty's judgment," Li Qingchen said, stepping aside.
Lin Tianxiong bowed deeply in the direction of the Radiant Sun Palace. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I, Lin Tianxiong, am guilty. Once I retrieve my son, I will kneel before you and accept any punishment willingly."
Li Qingchen sighed. "Although I did not interact much with Yunyi, I watched him grow up. Ensure that he receives proper rites. Do not let him lose dignity in death."
Lin Tianxiong nodded and, without another word, led the Changlin Army out of the capital, soaring toward the Starry Mountain Range.
"A storm of blood is inevitable," Li Qingchen murmured as he watched the figures disappear into the horizon.
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Lingyun Sect
Meanwhile, at the foot of Lingxiao Peak, Wang Feng had arrived.
Even if Lin Tianxiong's murderous aura had been directed at him, Wang Feng would not have been concerned.
Gazing at the towering peak, a flicker of interest flashed in his eyes. Although it stood tall and majestic, compared to the Hidden Spiritual Sect Sanctuary, it was unremarkable.
Unlike those who announced their arrival with a grand spectacle, Wang Feng, Xuan Sha, and Yue concealed their auras and descended quietly, proceeding on foot.
For Wang Feng, this was the first time he had visited a sect in this world. Since he had already established the Divine Immortal Sect, he was naturally curious to see how other sects operated.
Thwack! Thwack!
The sharp crack of a whip broke the silence, making Wang Feng frown. His gaze followed the sound to a cluster of simple houses. After a moment's thought, he motioned for Xuan Sha and Yue to follow.
While he had no intention of interfering in others' affairs, he wanted to see firsthand whether the Lingyun Sect truly lived up to its ruthless reputation.
Inside a courtyard, a young man dressed in plain robes mercilessly lashed a frail figure curled up on the ground. The scene was cruel, causing Wang Feng's brow to furrow.
The attacker was at the Profound Veins Realm, while the victim was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. If this continued, the victim would not survive.
A cold light flickered in Wang Feng's eyes.
"A sect like this... does not deserve to exist."
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