Wen Yuan

The Ninth Restriction's imposing aura came crashing down like a mountain range. Though it targeted only Bai Yunfei, everyone else felt the overwhelming pressure, as if mountains were collapsing and seas overturning.

Lin Jiufeng did not move an inch. The pressure landed on him, only to flow away like water and pour into the ground the next moment.

But Bai Ling behind him did not fare so well. At merely the Sixth Restriction, she could not withstand the Ninth Restriction's oppressive might. Her fur stood on end, her tail lashed wildly, and her bloodshot eyes fixed on that figure. Yet there was nothing she could do. The immense pressure made it difficult for her to breathe, leaving her unable to endure any longer.

Just as Bai Ling was about to give out, a warm palm stroked down over her, and the all-encompassing pressure instantly vanished without a trace.

Bai Ling's body relaxed, going limp against Lin Jiufeng's palm. Then she moved, squeezing into Lin Jiufeng's embrace. She now understood that only by Lin Jiufeng's side did she feel truly comfortable.

Setting aside Bai Ling's little movements, Bai Yunfei saw the Ninth Restriction expert arrive and immediately forced himself to his feet beneath the immense pressure. Shielding his three disciples behind him, he faced the other man directly and shouted, "Who are you?"

The figure standing atop the mountain slowly descended and arrived before the Scripture Pavilion. Only then did everyone see his true face clearly.

He was a middle-aged man with a fair, clean-shaven face. Dressed in white, he carried himself with noble bearing; at a glance, he was clearly the descendant of a great aristocratic clan.

After landing, he did not look at Bai Yunfei. Instead, he stared at Wen Xinyun, scrutinizing her from head to toe with an expressionless face that gave no hint of what he was thinking.

Then he said indifferently, "My dear niece, you escaped the Wen Family's Mystic Realm. You certainly made us search hard for you."

Dear niece?

Everyone looked at Wen Xinyun. This Ninth Restriction expert was actually Wen Xinyun's uncle?

Wen Xinyun stared fixedly at the man in white, her fists clenched and her body trembling. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I have no uncle. Don't call me so affectionately."

"Sigh, I neglected you in the past and made you suffer many grievances. But from today onward, you will be the Wen Family's young lady—the one and only, irreplaceable one. Consider it the family's reward for your father's contributions. Come back with me. This tiny place cannot teach you anything." The middle-aged man spoke with deep feeling and apparent sincerity, yet his expression remained as indifferent as ever, without the slightest ripple. He seemed like a block of thousand-year ice, making it difficult to believe there was any warmth in his words.

Wen Xinyun shook her head firmly. "I am the Feather Transformation Sect's senior sister. My future lies here. To me, that Wen Family is nothing but a cage. I will not return."

"And you—stop putting on that hypocritical act before me. I know exactly who you are."

"Though you and my father were blood brothers, your natures were worlds apart. My father was heaven's favored son, a dragon among men. You were precisely the opposite: you fell into the demonic path, indulged in arrogance and debauchery, and possessed a cruel nature. Everything you have today came only from stealing the benefits the family granted after my father died. Those things should have been mine, yet you took them all. I served the family as a slave for ten years, and you never spared me a single glance. Now you come here pretending to care. You must be plotting something."

Wen Xinyun spoke with anger and mockery, harboring not the slightest goodwill toward this uncle of hers.

Her words darkened the middle-aged man's gaze, and his face grew even colder. "You are a member of the Wen Family. The Wen Family raised you, so you should obey the Wen Family. I will ask you one more time: are you coming back with me or not?"

Under the gaze of a Ninth Restriction expert, Wen Xinyun felt immense pressure, but she still answered resolutely, "Even if I die, I will die in the Feather Transformation Sect."

"Then I will first destroy the Feather Transformation Sect, raze this place to the ground, and turn everything within a thousand miles into scorched earth. Once your lingering attachment is gone, you should be willing to return with me properly." The middle-aged man swept his gaze around and spoke carelessly, utterly disregarding Bai Yunfei and Lin Jiufeng, the two Eighth Restriction experts.

"What are you trying to do?" Wen Xinyun glared at him, panic filling her face. "If you dare lay a hand on anyone from the Feather Transformation Sect, I will kill myself here and make all your plans come to nothing."

"You think you still have the chance to kill yourself before me?" The middle-aged man was utterly dismissive, paying no heed to Wen Xinyun's threat.

Wen Xinyun immediately looked nervously at her Master and martial uncle, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

She was deeply afraid that her Master, martial uncle, senior uncle, and junior brother would be injured because of her.

If that happened, she would be consumed by guilt.

Bai Yunfei, however, was straightforward. He looked directly at Lin Jiufeng and said, "Senior Brother, I can't beat this Ninth Restriction. It's up to you now."

Only then did Lin Jiufeng set Bai Ling down and rise to his feet. His expression remained unchanged. Even in the face of the Ninth Restriction, he did not care in the slightest. Instead, he first walked over to Wen Xinyun, reached out to rub her hair, and said gently, "You are the Feather Transformation Sect's senior sister. No one can take you away. Don't worry."

At those words, the Ninth Restriction middle-aged man frowned slightly. Staring at Lin Jiufeng, he revealed a trace of mockery. "You, an Eighth Restriction cultivator, dare spout such grand words before me?"

Lin Jiufeng stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion, ignoring the Ninth Restriction's oppressive might. The terrifying pressure surged at him head-on, but upon reaching Lin Jiufeng, it unconsciously scattered apart, flowed into the earth, and disappeared.

Dao of Nature.

This sight made the middle-aged man's gaze sharpen as he studied Lin Jiufeng carefully. He said disdainfully, "You have some skill, but not much."

Lin Jiufeng was not provoked. He asked calmly, "You are Wen Xinyun's uncle. What should I call you?"

"Wen Yuan." The middle-aged man stood proudly with his hands behind his back and stated his name.

"Remember my great name. When you reach Hell and meet King Yama, you will at least remember who killed you," Wen Yuan said coldly.

Lin Jiufeng's face gradually turned cold. Staring at Wen Yuan, he said, "I have heard that the Ninth Restriction is invincible in this world, but I do not believe it. Today, I will shatter that claim."

Wen Yuan said dismissively, "It seems I overestimated you. You are nothing more than a madman."

"I will kill you first, then turn this land for a thousand miles into charred earth and sever Wen Xinyun's lingering attachment completely." Wen Yuan was exceedingly ruthless. Raising his hand, he grabbed at Lin Jiufeng as though an eagle snatching a chick, locking down the space around Lin Jiufeng's body and leaving him unable to escape.

The moment the Ninth Restriction acted, he became one with heaven and earth, one with Dao Art.

This was beyond comparison to the Eighth Restriction.

But Lin Jiufeng was no pushover either. He knew the Ninth Restriction was formidable, and he was not absolutely certain of victory. Thus, at that moment, the power of thousands of dragons and thousands of elephants within him erupted all at once, shattering the Spatial Confinement through sheer brute force.

The next instant, his figure became ethereal, flickering in and out like an Immortal, and soared into the sky.

Lin Jiufeng did not want to fight before the Scripture Pavilion. He wanted to draw the battlefield elsewhere, unleash himself completely, and have a hearty, earthshaking battle with Wen Yuan of the Ninth Restriction.

Wen Yuan sensed Lin Jiufeng's intentions and snorted coldly. "A trapped beast still struggling. No matter where you go, it will not change your death."

He transformed into a rainbow and gave chase after Lin Jiufeng.

At that moment, Bai Yunfei used his power to sweep up his three disciples and Bai Ling, pursuing them without pause.

This great battle tugged at everyone's hearts.