Myth Beyond Heaven

The temperature plummeted as Xu Longfeng and Tang Lu locked eyes.

A sardonic smile played on Xu Longfeng's lips. "Explanations are pointless. Go ahead, try to touch my family. You'll see the consequences with your own eyes."

Tang Lu held Xu Longfeng's gaze for a moment before speaking. "There will be another opportunity. For now, let's discuss the situation here. I have ways to extract information, like through Cong Ze and his disciple."

Cong Ze was the middle-aged man who stationed at Lei Hao's residence. Tang Lu didn't mind to capture him.

"However, I chose to approach you first out of respect for your seniority and service to the country," Tang Lu continued.

Facing another veiled threat, Xu Longfeng remained impassive. "Indeed, I am old. If your men couldn't recall the events, how could I possibly remember?"

Tang Lu scrutinized Xu Longfeng. "Are you certain you want to play this game, General Xu? You mentioned being old. I fear you might not withstand the consequences."

Xu Longfeng offered no response, calmly sipping his tea.

After a full minute of silence, Tang Lu rose. "I understand. I hope you won't regret this."

With that, he turned and strode away.

Xu Longfeng watched him leave, a fleeting glint of coldness flashing in his eyes before vanishing.

"Time for rest, General Xu," a burly soldier remarked calmly, approaching him.

"You're right," Xu Longfeng sighed. "You really need to sleep more when you are old."

He stretched his waist and walked towards his bedroom under the soldier's watchful gaze.

Exiting the courtyard, Tang Lu dialed his master, Zhu Wuxing. "I'm sorry, Sir. Xu Longfeng's lip is very tight."

"Don't blame yourself. Xu Longfeng is an old fox. Getting everything from him would be a miracle," Zhu Wuxing's voice resonated from the phone.

"Coincidentally, we've lost sight of that cunning woman in the US. Could there be a connection?"

"The situation is unclear, Sir. I can't think of anyone capable of aiding them," Tang Lu replied solemnly.

"There's one possibility," Zhu Wuxing said slowly, "the legendary leader of Hidden Cloud."

Tang Lu was stunned. "Sir, what do you mean?"

It was common knowledge that Yun Lintian was long deceased.

"Merely speculation. His involvement often resulted in such strange and unpredictable events. Whoever's behind this must have some connection to him," Zhu Wuxing explained.

Tang Lu furrowed his brow. He'd studied the Hidden Cloud Group's operations extensively, and these tactics were indeed Yun Lintian's hallmark. Who could it be?

"Find someone to investigate his grave discreetly," Zhu Wuxing instructed.

Tang Lu was taken aback. "Sir, are you serious?"

"That's why I said discreetly. Just to check out whether he remains six feet under." Zhu Wuxing understood that disturbing Yun Lintian's grave would escalate tensions between the Zhu and Yang families. Secrecy was paramount.

"Understood," Tang Lu confirmed with a grave expression.

As they strolled through the bustling night market, Yun Lintian let out a sudden chuckle.

"What is it?" Lynn inquired, a flicker of concern in her voice.

"Nothing serious," Yun Lintian said with a smile. "Just overheard something amusing. Apparently, Zhu Wuxing instructed his men to exhume my grave and verify my demise."

Lynn and the others were speechless with astonishment.

"He actually…" Lei Hao stammered, torn between anger and amusement at Zhu Wuxing's paranoia.

"One could say his intuition is rather sharp," Lynn remarked, a playful smile on her lips. "It seems you left quite an impression on him to warrant such a reaction."

"We only interacted once, and his primary concern stemmed from his spoiled son," Yun Lintian explained. "Speaking of, where is my grave located?"

"At the foot of Rain Mountain," Lynn informed him.

With a quick pulse of his spiritual sense, Yun Lintian pinpointed the location of his grave. A flick of his hand effortlessly split it open, revealing a tattered coffin inside.

Lifting the lid, he found the interior empty. This further confirmed that his current body was the same as his past life. But how did he regress into infancy? What kind of power could achieve such a feat?

Lost in thought, he conjured a replica of himself and placed it within the coffin before meticulously restoring the grave to its original state.

"Finished?" Lynn inquired, sensing there was more to the story but not pressing for details.

"Yes," Yun Lintian replied, keeping his methods to himself.

"Lintian?" A woman's voice suddenly rang out ahead.

Yun Lintian turned towards the source of the voice and saw a beautiful woman staring at him in surprise. It was none other than his former colleague, Ye Ling.

"Sister Ye," Yun Lintian greeted her with a warm smile.

Ye Ling approached him, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Where have you been for the past year? You never responded to my messages."

Yun Lintian's death had been kept under wraps by Yang Ningchang, leaving many unaware, including Ye Ling.

"I was abroad," Yun Lintian explained, "and my phone was lost. All my contacts, including my WeChat account, were gone."

"I can tell," Ye Ling said with a knowing smile, glancing towards Lynn. "Why don't you introduce me to this lovely woman?"

"Hello, Sister Ye. I'm Lynn. Lintian often mentioned you when he reminisced about his medical work," Lynn extended her hand, speaking fluent Mandarin.

As the head of a powerful intelligence network, Lynn had thoroughly researched Ye Ling's background, from her ancestor's birth to the present day. If Yun Lintian knew this, he would be utterly speechless. It seemed Lynn kept tabs on every woman around him.

"Hello, I'm Ye Ling. Pleased to meet you, Sister Lynn," Ye Ling replied with a happy smile.

She turned to Yun Lintian playfully. "Don't forget to send me a wedding invitation later."

Yun Lintian chuckled and diverted the conversation. "How's your work going, Sister Ye?"

"Busy, as hospital life always is," Ye Ling sighed. "I just took a day off today."

"Why not consider resigning, Sister Ye?" Yun Lintian suggested. "I recall your family being quite wealthy. You don't necessarily need to work."

Ye Ling's lips pursed. "Being a nurse is my dream. I wouldn't abandon it so easily."

Yun Lintian smiled, choosing not to press the matter further.

"Oh, right," Ye Ling said abruptly, "do you remember the elderly gentleman you saved a while back? He's been searching for you for the past year."

"The old man…" Yun Lintian nodded slightly. He remembered the old man who had experienced a heart attack back then.

"You don't know this. He turned out to be a former general secretary." Ye Ling said.