Li Yunlin walked towards the magnificent palaces and pavilions of the sect.
Despite having achieved the Foundation Establishment breakthrough, he showed no outward sign of joy. His handsome face remained serene, as if the past twelve years had never happened, resembling a gentle and composed clivia.
"He's truly my descendant, even more composed than Yaozu. This temperament is just like mine."
Li Wei felt immensely gratified. It was he who had agreed to let Li Yunlin venture to the Skyveil Sect, and he had witnessed Li Yunlin face numerous setbacks along the way.
Now, finally, the clouds have parted and the moon shines bright!
[You used 'Love from the Ancestor' on Li Yunlin, consuming 20 incense points!]
"Ancestor!"
After many years, receiving the ancestor's grace once again, even the usually composed Li Yunlin couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. He took out the ancestral tablet from his inner robe, placed it before him, and bowed deeply. "After seven years of diligent cultivation, not only have I broken through with the help of Master's spirit pool, but when I reach the Golden Core stage, I will be able to find a way to break the sect's restrictions!"
"The 'Skyveil Secret Manual,' passed down for thousands of years in the Skyveil Sect, will be used by my Li family!"
Hearing this, Li Wei's expression became even gentler.
He remembered when Li Yunlin insisted on coming to the Skyveil Sect, Li Yaoqing was worried that he would forget his original purpose, but Li Yunlin never changed!
It's just that...
"Child, I, your ancestor, have already obtained the 'Skyveil Secret Manual.' Your intention... is appreciated."
Li Wei gave him another dose of warmth.
Soon, Li Yunlin rose to his feet.
Under the accelerated time flow, Li Yunlin had already arrived outside a magnificent palace.
Here, numerous individuals dressed in the same white disciple robes as Li Yunlin could be seen, forming a square enclosure. In the center stood a spacious, raised, square platform, its edges adorned with a shimmering curtain that extended high into the sky.
Within the enclosure, eight cultivators were fighting, while elders stood by as referees.
[The Skyveil Sect is holding its decennial Outer Sect Martial Tournament, allowing elders to assess the potential of disciples and subsequently accept them as apprentices!]
"What is he doing here?
Li Wei furrowed his brow. Recalling the tragic death of Li Yunlin's master outside the sect and the suppression Li Yunlin faced upon his return, Li Wei's mouse silently moved toward the ancestral tablet.
"Twelve years of cultivating the mind, anyone would have their edges smoothed out. Yunlin is unlikely to act impulsively."
Looking at Li Yunlin's still calm eyes, Li Wei chose to trust his descendant this time.
However, to be safe, he should still be ready to use the ancestral tablet at any moment.
"Go for it! Your ancestor is here to support you!"
...
Li Yunlin gently stroked the ancestral tablet in his arms.
In a situation like this, combined with what he was planning to do, only the ancestors could ease his nervousness.
Then, Li Yunlin looked around. At this martial arts Tournament of the Skyveil Sect, the sect leader was seated at the entrance of the main hall, surrounded by elders.
The scene was lively, but he felt completely out of place.
He suddenly recalled the day, thirteen years ago, when his master brought him to the Skyveil Sect. His master had been very kind to him, teaching him almost everything he knew. Although his three spiritual roots aptitude was considered average even after joining the Skyveil Sect, his master said that his temperament made him the most suitable inheritor of the Nine Spirit Mystic Flame.
One's aptitude can change, but one's true nature is fundamental.
Only now did Li Yunlin understand that perhaps his master had known back then that the battle with the Black Tortoise Sect was a fight to the death.
"Master was right."
"I carry the blood of the Li family, and so long as I live, I will always be a member of the Li family."
"I have received the teachings and grace of my master, and thus I must uphold the master's legacy. To those who seek to destroy my teacher's inheritance—"
"Kill!!!"
The earlier words were murmured, but when he shouted the word "kill," Li Yunlin's face twisted in ferocity.
He unleashed the Spirit Breath Flying Sword that his father had given him thirteen years ago.
Under everyone's gaze, The Spirit Breath Flying Sword shot straight toward a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator standing at the edge of the arena, watching the battle.
At that moment, Nine palm-sized, fiery golden lotuses emerged around him, roaring with fury, scorching the air within a ten-meter radius.
"Who is that madman? Daring to fight in front of the Sect Master and the elders? Is he insane?!"
"I recognize him. He's the disciple Elder Huolin brought back over a decade ago, named Li Yunlin. Hiss... The person he's targeting seems to be his best friend, also an inner disciple, Su Cheng. I heard that Li Yunlin was only able to bring back Elder Huolin's body because of information provided by Su Cheng. This is a case of repaying kindness with enmity."
"Hey, where are you going?... What? You want to help Su Cheng and impress the Sect Master? Wake up! If the Sect Master actually wanted to stop him, Li Yunlin wouldn't even make it ten steps!"
A strange scene unfolded.
The Skyveil Sect's important martial arts tournament was disrupted by Li Yunlin, yet no one dared to stop him. Such a situation had never occurred in the sect's history of over ten thousand years!
Li Yunlin and Su Cheng were already locked in combat.
Su Cheng was no ordinary opponent; he had likely been at the early Foundation Establishment stage for many years, and his techniques were dazzling and bewildering.
This young man must have cultivated puppetry techniques, He used twelve bronze figures from his storage ring to form a magic array, then used the "Thunder Summoning Scripture" which the Li family had practiced, to summon heavenly thunder.
Twelve bolts of heavenly lightning struck the bronze figures, channeling through the grand array to attack Li Yunlin.
But that wasn't all.
A hundred flying swords shot out from the storage ring, converging above Li Yunlin's head to form a giant sword, its sharp blade aimed directly at him.
Su Cheng's first move was a killing blow, without a word spoken. He likely sensed something amiss about Li Yunlin's reckless behavior and the lack of intervention, realizing this battle was a matter of life and death, and Li Yunlin had to be killed swiftly!