[This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental!]
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Sky Abyss Continent, Eastern Region.
Green Province, Qingfeng City.
Ye Junlin's courtyard was surrounded by green bamboos with falling blossoms fluttering everywhere.
On the bluestone slab in the courtyard, Ye Junlin in green robes sat cross-legged. Moonlight spilled onto his shoulders, outlining the young man's tall and refined figure.
His eyes were half-closed, and as he breathed in and out, the Spiritual Energy around his body poured into his limbs and bones like swallows returning to their nests, circulating through the meridians following the Azure Cloud Art of the Ye Clan.
"Huu—"
A mouthful of turbid air expelled, and Ye Junlin opened his eyes with a sharp glint flashing in his pupils.
Xiantian Peak. Just half a step away from entering the Grandmaster Realm, he muttered to himself, the corners of his lips curling into an arc of confidence.
As the undisputed heaven-chosen prodigy of this generation of the Ye Clan, at only sixteen years of age, he was already an elite among the younger generation of Qingfeng City, far surpassing other disciples in the clan, including Ye Hao, the only son of his eldest uncle Ye Zhenting.
Right at this moment—
Three chilling sounds of piercing through the air suddenly rang out!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three black figures like ghosts burst out from the bamboo forest outside the courtyard. Long sabers in their hands flashed with cold light, stabbing straight at the three vital points around Ye Junlin!
"Hm?"
Ye Junlin's expression changed drastically. He instinctively dodged to the side while clenching his fists tightly, infusing all his Spiritual Energy and striking fiercely toward the figure that attacked first!
"Bang!"
Fist and blade collided. A fierce force surged instantly from the saber's body, numbing Ye Junlin's arm and causing him to retreat three steps in a row as his blood roiled.
"Grandmaster Realm!" His heart sank. Raising his eyes, he saw three black-clad assassins wearing black masks.
Only a pair of cold, bloodthirsty pupils were revealed, and the aura emanating from their bodies was impressively all at the Early Grandmaster Stage!
"Who are you? Why are you killing me?" Ye Junlin demanded sternly. Retreating rapidly with his back against the green bamboo, he stared vigilantly at the three of them.
The three assassins uttered not a word. Exchanging a glance, they lunged forward to attack once more!
Saber winds roared, bone-chillingly cold, shrouding all of Ye Junlin's retreats.
Ye Junlin clenched his teeth, circulated all his Spiritual Energy, and danced his fists like the wind, fighting in close quarters with the three of them.
His talent was undeniably heaven-defying, but between the Xiantian Peak and the Early Grandmaster Stage lay a chasm.
"Clang!"
A saber hacked down. Ye Junlin blocked with horizontal fists, and a deep, bone-visible bloodstain instantly appeared on his arm as blood splattered.
"Puff!"
Another assassin slipped behind him, palm wind fierce, and struck ruthlessly against his back!
Ye Junlin suffered a heavy blow. Spitting blood, he flew backward and crashed heavily against the green bamboo, snapping the stalk and scattering bamboo leaves.
"Die!" The lead assassin spoke in a hoarse voice with killing intent soaring in his eyes, raising his long saber high and slashing down savagely toward Ye Junlin!
"No—!"
With his vision splitting, Ye Junlin tried his utmost to dodge, but that previous palm strike had already shattered his Dantian and meridians, making it difficult for him to even twitch a single finger at this moment.
The Dantian was the foundation of a cultivator!
If damaged, all lifelong cultivation would be lost, reducing one to a cripple.
Just as the long saber was about to cleave down, an aged figure galloped like a cannonball from the side door of the courtyard!
"This old servant is here! You scoundrels, do not dare harm my young master!"
It was Uncle Fu!
Uncle Fu was white-haired and dressed in coarse cloth short clothes. At this moment, his entire body surged with Spiritual Energy, revealing himself to be at the Early Grandmaster Stage cultivation!
Wielding a crutch, he forcefully smashed it toward the long saber of that assassin!
"Clang!"
The deafening sound of metal collision echoed as sparks flew in all directions.
Uncle Fu groaned softly, retreating repeatedly with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, taking that saber head-on had left him heavily injured.
He was a loyal servant left behind by Ye Junlin's parents, guarding him in secret for many years. Seeing his young master plunge into mortal peril at this moment, he had long since cast aside all thoughts of life and death.
"Uncle Fu!" Ye Junlin's eyes widened in fury, tears gushing out like a breached embankment.
"Young master, leave quickly!" Uncle Fu roared fiercely.
Turning around, he blocked the three assassins tenaciously. Wielding his crutch like a windmill, he stopped the attacks of the three with all his might.
"This old servant fears he can no longer protect the young master safely. Live on! You must live on!"
Entangled by Uncle Fu, the three assassins found it difficult to break away for a moment. The leader shouted sternly, "Kill this old thing! End this swiftly!"
The offensive of the three suddenly surged, saber lights and palm shadows weaving into a death net that enshrouded Uncle Fu.
Advanced in age as he was, and acting out of anxious panic to protect his master, Uncle Fu quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
"Puchi!"
A long saber pierced straight through his chest!
Blood dyed his coarse cloth short tunic red. Uncle Fu's body shuddered violently, yet he still hugged the assassin's leg tightly, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Young master... go!"
Exhausting his very last trace of strength, he pulled an entirely pristine white talisman from his bosom, crushed it fiercely, and hurled it toward Ye Junlin!
"Hum—"
The talisman transformed into a dazzling white light, instantly enveloping Ye Junlin's body.
Ye Junlin watched helplessly as Uncle Fu was hacked to death indiscriminately by the two other assassins, his aged body collapsing into a pool of blood.
A pair of turbid eyes still stared stubbornly in his direction, filled with reluctance and expectation.
"Uncle Fu—!"
A heart-rending cry echoed through the courtyard, only to be completely swallowed by the white light.
"Not good, the target is escaping," one assassin warned.
The next second, Ye Junlin's figure vanished on the spot.
"Pursue him! He surely hasn't been transmitted far," the lead assassin said in a deep voice.
And at this moment, in the courtyard of the Ye Clan head.
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