When You Entered the Fray, Second Uncle-Master, I Called My Master Too

"Second Uncle-Master, you praise me too highly."

"This disciple is mainly afraid of dying."

"So whenever I encounter someone I can't beat, I'm used to calling for help first."

After Lin Yuan spoke, an eerie silence fell outside the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation.

Even Zhao Gongming could not help turning his head to glance at him.

Those words...

Were very Lin Yuan.

Ever since they had encountered Taiyi at Chentang Pass, this kid seemed to have followed one principle all along.

If he could fight someone at the same realm, he fought himself.

If he could not win, he found his senior brothers.

If his senior brothers could not handle it, he found his master.

Now he was even more straightforward.

A Saint had personally entered the fray?

Fine.

Then forget about some battle of the younger generation.

Everyone would directly bring out their strongest lineup.

Yuanshi naturally understood what Lin Yuan meant.

His gaze slowly shifted from Lin Yuan's face to the hand hidden within his sleeve.

"Whom do you wish to call?"

His voice remained calm.

Yet Lin Yuan felt as though invisible mountains had settled upon his shoulders.

Even the Golden Immortal mana he had only recently broken through to showed obvious sluggishness.

A Saint did not even need to become angry.

A single glance alone.

Was already difficult for an ordinary Immortal to endure.

Lin Yuan's Blackstone Dao Body circulated on its own, while his Vajra Immortal Bone also gave off a faint glow, barely allowing him to stand more steadily.

He did not stubbornly say something like, "Of course I mean my master."

That would have been too obvious.

There was no need.

"This disciple already said so earlier."

"Whose master is stronger, let that person's master come out."

"Since Second Uncle-Master has already arrived..."

Lin Yuan raised his head.

"This disciple can naturally only invite our Intercepting Sect's master."

Bixiao stood behind him, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

After Yuanshi appeared, she truly had been holding in a surge of anger.

The Twelve Golden Immortals had entered the formation together.

They lost.

Then their master came.

What was there left to fight?

In the future, when Explanatory Sect disciples went out, they might as well hang signs above their heads—fight me if you want, but if you beat me, my master will come.

Now that Lin Yuan had said, "Then I'll call my master too," it sounded wonderfully satisfying.

Yet Yunxiao did not relax because of those words.

She understood very clearly.

Once Tongtian truly arrived.

This matter would completely escalate from a contest between disciples into a confrontation between Saints.

But did they have any other choice now?

Yuanshi had made it clear that he intended to break the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation and make the three of them "learn a lesson."

How severe that lesson would be.

No one knew.

But Lin Yuan knew.

In their original fate, the Three Cloud Sisters had died at this very juncture.

He could not gamble on Yuanshi being in a good mood today and letting things end with a casual slap.

The system had just given a clear warning.

The Three Cloud Sisters' predetermined Death Nodes were rapidly approaching.

At a time like this, thinking, Maybe it'll be fine, was no different from standing at the edge of a cliff with one's eyes shut and saying there might be a road ahead.

Lives could not be gambled with like that.

Yuanshi's gaze rested on Lin Yuan for a moment.

"Junior Brother Tongtian does value you highly."

Lin Yuan's heart stirred slightly.

It seemed the Dao-Guarding Sword Token in his sleeve could not deceive a Saint at all.

Naturally.

Tongtian's saintly thought was within it.

It would have been strange if Yuanshi could not sense it at all.

"This disciple has merely been somewhat lucky."

"The Patriarch has favored me."

Yuanshi said indifferently,

"With a saintly thought protecting you."

"Your courage has indeed grown somewhat."

"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

"A saintly thought."

"Is ultimately only a saintly thought."

As his words fell.

The Jade Clarity giant hand that had been suspended above the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation pressed downward once more.

Boom!

It was as though heaven and earth suddenly sank.

The formation patterns around the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation, already riddled with cracks, dimmed across large swathes at that moment.

The Primordial Golden Dipper in Yunxiao's hand shook violently.

Qiongxiao and Bixiao simultaneously poured mana into the formation.

Yet that giant hand formed from a Saint's mana still descended inch by inch.

There were no fancy tricks.

Only a pure gap in strength.

The system notifications in Lin Yuan's mind also began vibrating madly.

[Warning!]

[Target Yunxiao's Death Node is rapidly approaching!]

[Target Qiongxiao's Death Node is rapidly approaching!]

[Target Bixiao's Death Node is rapidly approaching!]

This was no longer a warning.

It was practically plastered in his face.

Zhao Gongming also saw that the situation was turning dire.

All twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls rose into the air at once.

Even knowing he could not stop a Saint, he could not possibly stand by and watch his three younger sisters be suppressed.

"Second Uncle-Master!"

"Since you insist on personally entering the fray."

"This disciple can only offend you!"

Daluo Realm mana erupted.

The five-colored radiant light of the twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls shot skyward.

Wang Mo and the other three, along with the Ten Heavenly Lords, all stepped forward as well.

No one believed they could fight a Saint.

But the temperament of this group from the Intercepting Sect had never been, "If we can't win, stand aside and watch our own people get beaten."

Yet Lin Yuan suddenly raised a hand.

"Uncle-Master Zhao."

"Don't go."

Zhao Gongming turned back.

"What do you mean?"

"It would be useless even if you went."

Lin Yuan spoke quite bluntly.

Zhao Gongming: "..."

That stabbed right through the heart.

But there was no way to refute it.

Forget one Zhao Gongming.

Even if several more Daluo Realm cultivators arrived now.

They would still be nothing before a Saint.

"Uncle-Master."

"For a fight at this level."

Lin Yuan slowly pulled his right hand from his sleeve.

In his palm.

The palm-sized Azure Sword Token trembled lightly.

Fine strands of Sword Qi leaked from the edges of the jade token.

The surrounding space, originally frozen beneath Jade Clarity's saintly pressure, actually developed faint, almost imperceptible cracks.

"You should leave it to the professionals."

When Zhao Gongming saw the sword token.

His eyes finally lit up.

"Your master gave that to you?"

"He only gave it to me not long ago."

Lin Yuan lowered his eyes to look at it.

Come to think of it, it was quite a coincidence.

Just earlier, he had told Tongtian that the Intercepting Sect's greatest problem was that when one unlucky person got into trouble, a whole string of people followed after them.

Then Tongtian had immediately given him the Dao-Guarding Sword Token.

And now the Three Cloud Sisters had truly run into trouble.

One could only say that this Saint's warranty card had arrived at exactly the right time.

Otherwise, if he had just received it only for it to gather dust in his storage space, that would have been rather disrespectful to the after-sales service.

Yuanshi naturally saw it as well.

Yet he did not stop him.

It was merely Tongtian's saintly thought.

Even if it appeared.

It could not change the fact that his true body was here.

"Lin Yuan."

"I would like to see."

"How you intend to use a single saintly thought to stop me."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath.

His finger fell upon the sword token.

"Second Uncle-Master."

"This disciple never intended to rely on one saintly thought to fight you."

Yuanshi's brows shifted slightly.

"Not fight?"

"Mhm."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"This disciple is only responsible for making the call."

Although Yuanshi did not understand what "making the call" meant.

But for some reason.

It never felt like a proper Primordial World expression.

The next second.

Lin Yuan curled his five fingers.

Crack!

The Azure Sword Token—

shattered at the sound!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only an exceedingly thin sword chime.

Clang.

The sound seemed to come from very far away.

Yet it also seemed to ring within the depths of everyone's Primordial Spirit.

The Jade Clarity giant hand that had been pressing above the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation suddenly stopped.

It was not Yuanshi who had stopped it of his own accord.

Rather, a streak of azure Sword Qi emerging from the void had struck precisely into the center of the palm.

The Sword Qi was only a single thread.

Compared to the Saint's dharma manifestation that blotted out the heavens and covered the earth, it was so small as to be almost negligible.

Yet it was this very streak of Sword Qi.

That forcibly held the Jade Clarity giant hand in midair.

Immediately after.

A second sword chime rang out.

Clang—!

This time.

The entire world shuddered along with it.

The clouds split down the middle.

It was as though an invisible divine sword had cleaved the Ninth Heaven in two.

A carefree voice carrying a hint of displeasure crossed boundless space from the distant Eastern Sea.

"Lin Yuan."

"You brat had barely left."

"And already you crushed this Daoist's sword token?"

When Lin Yuan heard that voice.

The heart he had kept taut for so long finally relaxed by more than half.

"Grandmaster."

"This disciple did not want to do it either."

"The main thing was, over here..."

He glanced at Yuanshi.

Then at the Twelve Golden Immortals still trapped in the formation.

And said with complete honesty:

"The other side's parents showed up first."

Zhao Gongming's mouth twitched.

Bixiao finally could not hold it in.

"Pfft."

Yunxiao turned back and shot her a glare.

Bixiao immediately composed herself.

Though her shoulders were still trembling faintly.

Yuanshi's expression finally changed noticeably.

It was not anger.

It was more a mingling of helplessness and chill.

Within the void.

More and more azure Sword Qi appeared.

At last, a figure clad in black Daoist robes slowly stepped out from the torn space.

Tongtian Daoist did not look at Yuanshi immediately.

He first lowered his head and swept his gaze over the scene.

The Three Cloud Sisters.

All present.

Zhao Gongming.

Still alive and well too.

The Ten Heavenly Lords, all ten.

The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island, all four.

Only then did his gaze fall upon Lin Yuan.

Tongtian raised a brow.

"Your speed at calling for help."

"Was even faster than this Daoist expected."

Lin Yuan replied naturally:

"This disciple never procrastinates when it comes to saving his own life."

Tongtian chuckled.

"That is commendable."

Then.

He finally turned around.

And looked at Yuanshi.

The gazes of the two Saints met in midair.

The worldly aura that had loosened somewhat with Tongtian's arrival became heavy once more.

Tongtian spoke first.

"Second Brother."

"I heard you were bullying my disciple?"

Yuanshi: "..."