I. Hidden Edge
In a quiet corner of the Yuan Sect’s outer grounds, morning light filtered through thin clouds, casting a gentle glow. On the surface, all appeared calm within the Yuan Sect. But Lin Ye moved like a shadow, his gaze as steady and deep as an abyss.
He once again donned the identity of “inner disciple” Lin Ye—robes neat, demeanor composed, aura subdued like still water. When met with glances from other disciples and patrolling stewards, he simply nodded slightly in return, never revealing a trace of sharpness.
That day, several outer disciples sparring on the training field chatted among themselves: “I heard the sect sent a golden-robed elder to the Bluestone Mine—said to be capturing some heretic?”
Upon hearing this, Lin Ye merely smiled faintly, as if entirely unaware.
“In their eyes, I’m just a quiet, average inner disciple in some forgotten corner.” He sneered inwardly. “Perfect. Just the role I need to make my move unnoticed.”
This disguise was the first card in his hand—the key to maneuvering from the shadows.
II. The Bluestone Web
During this time, Lin Ye never slacked. He feigned daily cultivation in the inner sect, yet under cover of night, he moved silently through every corner of Bluestone City.
He discovered that the Yuan Sect’s control over the city ran far deeper than it seemed. In addition to the official stronghold of Bluestone Hall, there were three hidden outposts and two underground passages—leading to the mine, the outer city, and a concealed teleportation array.
“That teleportation array... must be how the golden-robed elder arrived so quickly.”
He memorized each location, mapping them onto the tactical war chart in his mind, marking potential action routes and ambush points.
In the process, he discreetly unlocked several spiritual seals and implanted disruption talismans created by the system. When the time came, he could detonate certain formations instantly and sow chaos.
“The player lost in the game... I’ll be both the piece and the one who moves it.”
III. Silent Contact
Late at night, Lin Ye returned to his secret chamber. Lighting a spirit candle, he placed the communication talisman gifted by Xue Yao onto the stone table. Taking a deep breath, he pressed two fingers together and channeled sword intent into it.
Sword patterns flickered across the talisman, and in a blink, white light gathered in the air, forming an image of Xue Yao’s cool and clear expression.
“Lin Ye?”
“It’s me.” His voice was calm, but heavy.
“You’ve been missing for days... What exactly happened on your end?” Xue Yao’s brows knit slightly, a trace of concern in her eyes.
Lin Ye recounted everything he saw and heard in the Bluestone Mine: the bloodline experiments, the enslaved miners, the hidden chambers, the golden-robed ritualists. He even briefly showed her the records he had brought out.
Xue Yao’s expression darkened as she listened. “I can’t believe the Yuan Sect would go this far…”
Staring at her, Lin Ye said gravely, “I want to expose this to the world. But alone, I can’t possibly take on the entire Yuan Sect. I need your help.”
She remained silent for a long time, then nodded. “This is serious. I’ll report the data to the Pavilion. The Sword Immortal Pavilion won’t ignore it—but whether we can mobilize real power... that will take time.”
“I can wait.” Lin Ye’s eyes didn’t waver. “But I won’t stop.”
Looking into his eyes and seeing the resolve within, Xue Yao sighed faintly. “Lin Ye, don’t burn yourself to ash.”
“Sometimes, only a raging fire can reveal the truth,” he replied softly.
The light gradually faded. The image in the talisman dimmed and returned to stillness.
IV. Approaching Storm
A few days later, Lin Ye’s behavior remained unchanged. The elders of the sect continued searching for traces of the “traitor,” and patrols around Bluestone City grew tighter. But Lin Ye no longer appeared in suspicious areas—he instead focused on qi refining and physical tempering at Bluestone Hall, portraying the image of a diligent, steady inner disciple.
Under night’s veil, Lin Ye sat cross-legged in his secret chamber. Before him floated a model of the current situation, generated by the system—
The Yuan Sect’s hidden network was fully mapped. The teleportation array’s coordinates were set. The outer defenses stood in layers, and his first wave of “spirit rune traps” was already in place.
He muttered to himself, “The board is set. All that remains... is the right moment.”
Suddenly, the talisman trembled lightly, and Xue Yao’s voice came through:
“Lin Ye, the Pavilion has responded... But there’s something else you must know. About the Reverse Scale bloodline—its true origin... isn’t of this world.”
Lin Ye’s eyes widened, his heart jolting.
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“Not of this world? Then where... does it come from?”
A heavy weight pressed against Lin Ye’s chest. The killing intent and intricate plans he had just stabilized were once again ignited by this unknown. He now knew—behind this vengeance... might lie an even deeper secret.
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As Lin Ye continues his covert preparations, he learns that the Reverse Scale bloodline is tied to an ancient race from beyond the mortal realm! Xue Yao delivers earth-shattering news—just as the Yuan Sect senses something amiss and dispatches special envoys from the Inquisition Division to investigate the Bluestone incident!
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