Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian did not hurry to treat these wounded disciples but instead carefully checked the overall damage and tried to find the origin of the enemy. The wounds on these five disciples were clearly created by something extremely sharp, and under Yun Lintian's Eyes of Heaven, he discovered a trace of the wind element lingering in their bodies.

"The Great Roc Clan?" As far as Yun Lintian knew, the Great Roc Clan was the only clan proficient in the wind attribute profound art. However, the area these disciples went to was a few thousand kilometers away from their territory. Why did they come here?

Of course, Yun Lintian did not deny that it could be others. However, he didn't believe there would be a wanderer with such a high profound strength here.

Yun Lintian beckoned Yun Qingrou. "We need to expel the wind energy out of their bodies first. Let's start."

Yun Qingrou nodded and brought out five beds before putting the five disciples on them.

Yun Lintian prepared silver needles and started piercing them into the five's profound entrances. Afterward, he carefully combed the residual wind energy within their bodies through the Profound Veins until the entrances. His movement was gentle and slow for fear of further damaging the five's veins.

During the process, Yun Lintian did not forget to explain his method to other disciples that came to take a look. It had become his habit already.

An hour later, Yun Lintian and Yun Qingrou had completely expelled all the residual wind energy and started to treat the disciples' wounds. It didn't take them too long before the deep wounds recovered and completely stopped bleeding.

"Ugh…" One of the five disciples, named Yun Mengmeng, suddenly woke up and looked around vigilantly. When she saw that this place was the Land of Beyond Heaven, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"How are you?" Yun Lintian asked softly.

Yun Mengmeng was startled for a moment and tried to get up, but she was stopped by Yun Lintian. "Just lay down… Can you tell me what's going on?"

Yun Mengmeng didn't struggle further and lay on the bed obediently. Hearing the question, her face turned cold as she answered. "We have met someone from the Great Roc Clan, Headmaster. They were coveting us and wanted to bring us to serve their master as a maid. Unfortunately, we're not their opponent and could only escape… I've shamed our sect."

Yun Lintian smiled and comforted. "All of you made the right decision. Didn't I tell you before? There's nothing to be shamed about fleeing. On the contrary, this is called wise." He paused for a second and asked. "Do you know who their master is? Did they say anything about it?"

Yun Mengmeng nodded. "I heard they said something about the eldest young master. They were wandering around here to find a suitable gift for this eldest young master's wedding."

"So it's him." A cold glint flashed through Yun Lintian's eyes. Last time in the Mystic Pavilion, this Pei Xiewen tried to kill him once, and now his subordinates had also harmed his people. It seemed he had to look for an opportunity to teach this guy a lesson in the incoming days.

Yun Lintian patted Yun Mengmeng's shoulder and said. "You rest first. I will send you out when all of you have fully recovered."

"Yes, Headmaster." Yun Mengmeng responded solemnly. She secretly vowed in her heart that she would get back at those who hurt her and her sisters sooner or later.

It was at this moment did Yun Mengmeng noticed Yun Lintian's appearance. She subconsciously blurted out. "Headmaster, you….?"

It was not only her, but others had also discovered this. They looked at Yun Lintian with strange smiles as they found he was too cute. From a tall, handsome man had now become approximately one hundred and fifty centimeters short man, and there was even a tiny tail behind him. They couldn't help chuckling.

Yun Lintian glanced at them and pretended to be angry. "You have too much free time, right? Go, all of you. Run around the lake a hundred laps for me without using profound energy!"

All the disciples were taken aback and began to complain. However, Yun Lintian ignored them and walked toward the villa in a huff.

"Hehe. Headmaster is so cute." Looking at Yun Lintian's short legs swiftly moved, the disciples began to laugh.

"Yeah, this reminds me of when he was young." Another disciple said. She was already fifty years old, and she had the chance to watch Yun Lintian growing up.

"Not going yet!? Add a hundred more!" Yun Lintian's angry voice resounded, and everyone immediately shut up.

Walking into the villa with an annoying expression, Yun Lintian went straight to the living room and saw Hongyue leisurely reading a novel.

When Hongyue saw Yun Lintian, she looked up and down for a moment and laughed. "Not bad. I think this appearance suit you more."

Yun Lintian rolled his eyes and sat down on a sofa beside her. "Tell me, how to control the Vermilion Bird's bloodline?"

"Where is the word 'please,' kid?" Hongyue reached out her illusory hand to pat Yun Lintian's head but was slapped away by the latter.

"I'm serious. I don't have much time now." Yun Lintian said.

"Tsk. Now you're serious?" Hongyue clicked her tongue. She didn't waste time and went straight to the topic. "As I told you before, the characteristic of the Vermilion Bird's flame is mixing between the Fire and Wood elements. To fully control it, you need to master the Wood element first, which you clearly aren't right now. Hence, you have to wait until you get the Tree of Life."

Yun Lintian was a bit disappointed to hear this. He thought he could unleash the Vermilion Bird's flame in the coming days. It seemed impossible now.

"However, you can learn the core art for the time being. This art is called [Vermilion God's Spirit Song]. There's one in the Library. You can take a look at it." Hongyue said further.

"Master, I've found it." As Hongyue's voice fell, Lynn's voice suddenly resounded.

Yun Lintian responded and walked to the Library. "Thank you, Lynn. I will get it now."