640 The Script is Wrong! (1/2)

”Swoosh!”

Yun Yang's palm landed right on Ji Lingxi's chest. The touch, just as he felt it… was inexplicable…

”Boom!”

A beam of red light flared brightly, as expected. The light flashed briefly, just before a certain someone who was confident about his recent advancement in cultivation base flew away like a broken kite.

”Bang, bang, bang!”

That certain someone broke two trees before he smashed into the yard's wall. By the looks of it, blood oozed from his orifices as he was flattened out, arms akimbo, on the wall; his spread-out form remained stuck on the wall for a short moment before it slid down. His forlorn state was appalling to behold.

Shangguan Lingxiu, who was standing by the side, cried out in surprise upon seeing the situation, while Ji Lingxi looked disappointed and sad, saying, ”It still doesn't work… His abilities are still far from being adequate…”

At the far end of the place, Yun Yang struggled to raise his head and force out a question full of anger and agony, ”Y – you… what's the meaning of this?”

He passed out just as he finished his line.

'Poor me. How long have I been awake? I've only rejoiced for such a short while!'

Yun Yang had imagined what he would do after waking up from this breakthrough. For example, he could now ambush Sir Bi and take him down by surprise. It was two entirely different matters – two concepts, to be in ninth heaven realm and third level in Dao realm. This was especially important to Yun Yang, who was now better equipped with the ability to kill someone more advanced than he was!

After all, Sir Bi's party had already set their opinion on Yun Yang's capabilities. Intelligence indicated that Yun Yang was at the ninth heaven realm and pushing with his all throughout the siege of so many assassins – these were such cold, hard facts that they were enough to ward off anyone's doubt.

If he were to carry out the ambush now, having swiftly turned into a cultivator of the third level in Dao realm, it would have been a reserved estimation that his efforts would yield results that were twice as effective. Just thinking about it was as gratifying as it could get.

During his intended moments of triumph, he had even wondered if his current ability could rival Ling Xiaozui and the other experts in battle. Regardless, he figured that the old men's jaws would drop with the advancement of his cultivation base now. After all, they had only seen him a few days ago; it had only been a handful of days since then.

'Have you old men ever seen such a tremendous change, akin to a rebirth?'

'It is going to blind you!'

'Should I also flaunt it in front of the four young masters? Should I allow Fang Mofei and Lao Mei to experience another fright?'

Yun Yang had thought about all the above and more, entertaining thoughts of gloating to Yun Xiaoyao, putting on a show for the Emperor of Yutang, helping Qiu Jianhan and the 'rogues' as well as Old Mistress Shangguan to reflect his value, as well as a dozen other things. There was truly nothing that escaped his mind.

What he did not think about, however, was being severely wounded by Ji Lingxi's red light and sent sprawling, just as he was about to show the world what he was made of, ready to be admired.

Things were not going according to the script at all!

What happened to ostentatiously parading in the open after the breakthrough? Was he still the main character of this story? It had never crossed his mind to molest the girl! He felt truly and utterly f*cked.

Moreover, it was Ji Lingxi herself who had forced her chest towards Yun Yang's palm! Yet, the outcome was still Yun Yang's fault?