The Prodigies War

Meng Rong had to admit that she was indeed shocked and terrified when she learned that Lin Xun had killed several Saints.

As a former imperial concubine of the Ziyao Empire, she knew well how the fact that a newborn of the Lin Clan possessed the Origin Aeth Artery was leaked out.

Yun Qingbai might be the main culprit in the bloody massacre of the Lin Clan back then, but she was closely linked to playing the role of accomplice.

But she was not afraid.

They were in the Omega Sword Sect. Would Lin Xun have the guts to come here and kill?

It was said that the kid was only at the seventh longevity tribulation stage, and the reason he succeeded in killing so many Saints by himself was because of the help of an external power.

“Mother, we can’t possibly stay in the Omega Sword Sect all our lives and never go outside, right?”

Zhao Jingzhen was extremely agitated.

He knew that, given Lin Xun’s personality, he would definitely not let them off!

“The situation doesn’t look good. The entire sect is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai’s death. If the sect master knows that the feud between Yun Qingbai and Lin Xun’s family was caused by us, he will never forgive us.”

Suddenly, Meng Qiujing’s tall and built figure appeared in Cloud Light Hall, his face overcast with a frown.

He was Meng Rong’s father and Zhao Jingzhen’s grandfather.

“This…” Meng Rong panicked.

Zhao Jingzhen also stiffened, and his expression changed drastically.

Only a few people in the entire Omega Sword Sect knew about Yun Qingbai stealing Lin Xun’s Origin Aeth Artery. If this matter was exposed, the sect would be enraged and they would not be able to conceal their involvement in it.

“Meng Rong, take Zhao Jingzhen away from here.”

Meng Qiujing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “Go back to the lower world and seek help from Zhao Yuanji. Jingzhen is his biological son, and there is no way he would just let him die and not save him.”

“Him?”

Meng Rong trembled all over, expression changing indefinitely. That man was in charge of the Ziyao Empire and wielded powers as vast as the sea.

Even though Meng Rong was his concubine, she had never understood him. He was like a mystery—unfathomable and cold-blooded!

Unless absolutely necessary, she would rather never see him again in her life.

“Grandfather, my father will only send me to guard the imperial mausoleum. I would rather stay in the Omega Sword Sect than do that.” Zhao Jingzhen also panicked.

To him, his father was a terrifying existence who only had the world and the great dao in his eyes.

Among all the children of the imperial family, he only ever attached importance to Zhao Jingxuan!

“Go!”

Meng Qiujing did not change his stance. “I will open up the boundary node to the lower world for you. Once you get there, don’t come back again!”

The passages to the lower world had long been destroyed. Meng Qiujing believed that, unless Lin Xun could control similar boundary nodes, he would never be able to return to the lower world ever in this lifetime.

Meng Rong’s expression was still overcast. After a long while, she inhaled deeply and nodded in agreement.

On the other hand, Zhao Jingzhen was in a dazed state as if all his strength had been drained from him.

He knew that even if he returned to the lower world, what awaited him would be nothing but a life of darkness and being a tomb keeper for the rest of his life!

……

There were thirty-six mountain peaks in the rear mountain of Omega Sword Sect.

Not long after that, Meng Qiujing appeared in front of one of the peaks. After informing them of his arrival, he walked down a mountain path at the bottom of the mountain peak.

At the end of the mountain path he was greeted by a huge pool of molten lava. The fiery red lava bubbled and produced a scorching and frightening aura.

A dark divine sword bobbed about in the pool of lava, seeming extremely mysterious.

“Lord, the matter is very likely going to be exposed.”

Meng Qiujing bowed and spoke respectfully, his expression showing a hint of unconcealable fear.

“I heard.”

Suddenly, a figure of nothingness emerged from the dark divine sword.

Only upon a careful look would one see an old man with the most indifferent expression on his face. His hair and beard were combed neatly, and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

“Back then, I was the one who brought Yun Qingbai into the sect from a poor little village, and I was also the one who raised and trained him. I wanted him to become a leading figure of the supreme generation, but unfortunately...he turned out to be not good enough.” The old man sighed but his voice was devoid of emotions.

“Yun Qingbai was a very important chess piece. I placed all my efforts on him, and I even thought of letting him take charge of our plan after the Supreme Realm came to an end.”

The old man floated above the dark divine sword like an illusion.

“It’s too late to train up another successor. In less than ten years, the war of nine domains will break out, which means...the plan we have been working hard towards for decades... has completely failed...”

As the old man reached the end of his sentence, his voice quivered with deep bitterness and hatred. “Yun Qingbai is useless! He ruined my great plan!

“According to the plan, if he became the number one figure of the supreme generation in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, then given his influence, he can play a crucial role in the war of the nine domains. If the plan had gone smoothly, then we could have wiped out all the supreme figures of the younger generation in the Ancient Wasteland Domain in one go!

“But…”

A menacing expression twisted the old man’s features. “He was killed!”

Boom!

Frightening murderous intent spread outwards from the old man. Meng Qiujing froze up like he had fallen into an ice cave.

“Argh!”

The old man uttered a dismal groan.

No one knew how much effort and sacrifice he had made for Yun Qingbai. And now, everything had been in vain.

How would he not be filled with hatred?

Meng Qiujing could not help asking after hesitating for a long time, “Lord, why did you not kill Lin Xun when you went to the lower world?”

“Hmph!”

The old man’s face darkened, his expression ice-cold. “At this point, there is no need to hide it from you. That kid’s background is not ordinary at all.

“At that time, I wanted to wipe out the entire Lin Clan and leave no one alive, but a mysterious man came to rescue the kid and mother. That man not only rescued Lin Xun, but also destroyed the boundary power I set up and that alarmed the influential figures in the lower world.”

The old man’s eyes flashed strangely, which seemed to be filled with fear and also puzzlement. “I did not expect there to be a true Emperor Stage expert lurking in the lower world!”

“What?”

Meng Qiujing looked like he was struck by lightning. The lower world was so bleak that it was regarded as an abandoned place by the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

How could an Emperor expert exist there?

“Hmph! If that did not happen, then why would I fail to kill that measly ant?”

The old man snorted coldly, “Unfortunately, I didn’t dare to stay around for too long, so I just took Yun Qingbai and left in a hurry. Otherwise, I would have found out which Emperor is watching over the lower world!”

Meng Qiujing’s expression changed again.

He knew how terrifyingly powerful the old man was. If it wasn’t to conceal his identity and not be noticed by the old antiques in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, then he would not be afraid of any existence at the Saint or King Stage!

“Lord, what should we do now?” asked Meng Qiujing.

“The plan has failed. I no longer have a role in Ancient Wasteland Domain. I can only...leave.”

The old man’s voice was low, as if he was reluctant to do so.

“Lord, are you going back to your homeland? Then what about...me?” Meng Qiujing asked again.

The old man decided, “Stay here for now. If I need you in the future, I will contact you.”.

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and tossed a jade bottle to Meng Qiujing’s feet. “This is the antidote to the Mind Locking Curse. There are one hundred pills inside, which should be enough to prevent you from suffering an adverse reaction for one hundred years.”

Meng Qiujing’s face paled and he cried out in panic, “Lord, what will happen after one hundred years then?”

“One hundred years from now...Haha, maybe the Ancient Wasteland Domain will have already been breached by then. At that time, I will come and completely remove the Mind Locking Curse on you.”

The old man smiled faintly.

Not long after that, Meng Qiujing left the cave in despair. The bright sky felt particularly blinding to him.

“He only gave me another one hundred years to live, he’s...too cruel!”

He smoldered with resentment and anger, and several times he had the urge to reveal the old man’s identity and expose him completely.

But in the end, he still held back.

On this day, earthshaking sad news came from the Omega Sword Sect. An ancestor called Fan Qi who had been in closed-door cultivation in the sacred lava pool in the rear mountain for years died as a result of being possessed by demons during training.

The sudden news filled everyone in the Omega Sword Sect with deep sorrow. Ancestor Fan Qi was a true Saint, yet he died in such a way.

Following the death of Yu Xiu and Ku Ya, today, Ancestor Fan Qi also died. This was a huge blow to the Omega Sword Sect.

Only Meng Qiujing sneered to himself. Ancestor Fan Qi died hundreds of years ago. It’s just that his body had been occupied by someone else all these years.

Now that he was gone, the body naturally would be possessed by demons.

……

The moment Lin Xun entered Baiyujing, he heard the news about the death of Ancestor Fan Qi from the Omega Sword Sect.

But he was baffled by it. How can a saint die during training? Is the saint path that dangerous?

But very quickly, he paid no more attention to it.

He had come to Baiyujing to eliminate the accomplices to the massacre of the Lin Clan!

Two days later.

He finally acquired all sorts of information he needed and locked on a target—a man called Song Qingyun.

Dao Seeking Inn.

On the second floor, a group of young talents had gathered together. Sitting in the main seat was a haughty young man in a feathered outfit.

His name was Song Qingyun, an inner disciple of the Omega Sword Sect and a young genius with a cultivation base of the Cyclic Derivation Stage.

Although he was only at the Cyclic Derivation Stage, he seemed to be the center of attention, with everyone sitting around him like stars surrounding the moon.

“Brother Song, do you know the truth about the death of Ancestor Fan Qi? He was a Saint, how would he just pass away like that?” someone asked.

Song Qingyun’s face darkened. “How can we pry into such a confidential matter?”

At that moment, a white clad youngster walked up to the second floor and marched straight towards Song Qingyun and the others.

His gaze ran across the room before quickly landing on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the main seat.

“Song Qingyun?” asked the youngster.

Suddenly, everyone frowned.