Myth Beyond Heaven

"Those people should be the Star Pavilion's people." A middle-aged man clad in white glanced at a group of people behind a tree shade in the distance thoughtfully.

Beside him was a young woman in her twenties. She followed his gaze and said. "It's not only them. Look at that beggar over there. His disguise is not bad."

The middle-aged man saw a beggar leaning against a tree with his head drooped, seemingly sleeping. He couldn't help muttering. "With such a huge lineup, even if he is a ghost, I don't think he can escape from our eyes."

The young woman shook her head. "You cannot underestimate him. He is a person who can pull the Heavenly Sword. His talent is there."

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said nothing. He disagreed with her words in his heart.

Just as the two were talking, the surroundings suddenly covered with terrifying pressure, causing everyone in the area to involuntarily shudder.

Their intuition screamed "danger" madly, but before they could make a move, their heads immediately flew into the air.

The faces of the middle-aged man and the young woman were horrified. To their death, they didn't even know what was going on.

Blood gushed out, painting the entire vicinity into a crimson field.

Behind the clouds in the sky, Qing Xiaoting retracted her palm and gave no further glance at the scene.

"You can leave." She said to Yun Lintian and the others.

Yun Lintian cupped his fists and said. "Thank you, Senior. We will meet again."

"We will." Qing Xiaoting nodded gently. She handed her personal transmission jade to him and said. "You can contact me when you counter a problem you can't solve."

Yun Lintian carefully put the transmission jade away and said. "I'll leave first."

He turned to Jian Feng. "See you later, Brother Jian."

"Good luck, Brother Yun." Jian Feng said with a smile.

Yun Lintian nodded and quickly flew away with Linlin and Qingqing in his arms, followed by Shen Liqiu, Mu Qiuxue, and Yun Qianxue.

Watching Yun Lintian's group disappearing from his sight, Jian Feng turned to Qing Xiaoting and said worriedly. "Master…"

He was worried that once Qing Xiaoting made a move, Xing Tengfei and Weilan Jian would take action against her.

Qing Xiaoting waved her hand dismissively. "They won't dare to come. You don't have to worry… When you reach my height, you will understand that sometimes avoiding a direct confrontation is necessary. Especially a coward like Xing Tengfei. At most, he would send some lackeys over."

"Ancestor. Yan Yaoting is here." Jian Wuming suddenly appeared before the two and hurriedly said.

Qing Xiaoting looked at him and said calmly. "You are a dignified palace master, yet you can't handle him?"

Jian Wuming lowered his head and said. "Please forgive this disciple for being incompetent. However, he brought his true disciple and asked us for cooperation."

"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?" Qing Xiaoting's brows raised slightly.

"He would like to invite Divine Master Yun to participate in the Seven Swords Tomb. Though I have already rejected his proposal, he insists on seeing Divine Master Yun." Jian Wuming explained.

"Seven Swords Tomb?… I see." Qing Xiaoting nodded slowly.

The Seven Swords Tomb was one of the three ancient tombs in the Azure World. Its origin was unknown, but it had existed for more than ten thousand years.

Qing Xiaoting had visited this place a few times back then, but she didn't find anything in particular. Since Yun Lintian showed that he could pull the Heavenly Sword out, it was understandable why Yan Yaoting wanted this cooperation.

"Tell him that Yun Lintian has already left for the Azure Ancient City." She said after a short consideration.

Jian Feng was stunned and hurriedly asked. "Master, this…"

"I have my own plan." Qing Xiaoting interrupted him. She looked at Jian Wuming and waved her hand. "Go ahead."

"Understood." Jian Wuming replied readily and disappeared from the place.

"Master, are you trying to drag him into the muddy water?" Jian Feng couldn't help asking.

Qing Xiaoting shook her head. "Yan Yaoting might be weak, but he's not a fool. I merely give him a test to see how determined he is."

She turned to look at her disciple and said calmly. "Remember, this world has no eternal allies and permanent enemies. Unless you have the absolute power to crush everything at will, you still need an ally."

She paused for a moment and said further. "I am no exception. I might stand at the pinnacle of this world currently, but once the world's boundary breaks and those people from the Divine Realms come, I will be no different from an ant in front of them."

Jian Feng took a deep breath and nodded heavily. "This disciple has been taught."

Qing Xiaoting took a deep look at him and said. "This Heavenly Sword Palace will be left to you. You will have to rely on yourself from now on."

"Master, you…" Jian Feng was shocked.

Qing Xiaoting smiled and patted his head. "You are my first and will be my last disciple. I don't wish you to carry my legacy and pass it on to the next generation. All I wish is that you can create your own legend and leave the name in this world's history."

Jian Feng's eyes turned red, and tears began to flow out. He hadn't cried again since the day he was picked up by Qing Xiaoting, but it couldn't be helped this time.

To him, Qing Xiaoting wasn't just a master but more like a mother figure. Her existence allowed him, who had lost his parents since he could remember, to feel the warmth of being cared for and loved.

Qing Xiaoting's eyes softened. Her late younger brother's shadow seemed to blend with Jian Feng. The reason she picked him up in the first place was that he resembled her younger brother back then.

"Take care." She retracted her hand and said softly.

"Master, can you tell me where you are going?" Jian Feng gritted his teeth while asking.

A strange light flashed through Qing Xiaoting's eyes as she replied. "I'm going to see my old friends."

As her voice fell, her figure vanished from the place, leaving Jian Feng staring blankly.

"Don't worry, Master. I will become stronger as soon as possible!" He came back to his sense and hurriedly shouted.

"I am looking forward to it." Qing Xiaoting's voice drifted along the wind and gradually faded away…