dognovel Chapter 450 Confinement
Chapter 450 Confinement
"You...you rebellious daughter!"
Lin Xuantong was trembling with anger, his hand pointing at Lin Wan'er shaking: "What do you know?"
"You only know about love and romance, you only know about that brat Yun Chen. For him, you dared to betray your father and your sect."
Lin Wan'er took a deep breath, and the last trace of hesitation in her eyes disappeared, leaving only resolute clarity.
"Daughter is not only doing this for Brother Yun. Daughter is doing this for the Dao in her heart, for the true future of Taixu Palace."
"Father, stop now. It's not too late to turn back. Tell Elder Lei the truth, be honest with Shenlei Palace and Yuxu Palace, and fight against the external enemy together. That is the right way."
"Stubborn!"
Lin Xuantong was completely enraged, and a terrifying pressure erupted from his body, making the air in the entire hall seem to freeze.
"You are courting death!"
Lin Wan'er looked at him calmly, even straightening her back slightly: "Father, do you want to kill me? Then do it. Anyway... in your heart, your daughter is just a tool you use."
Her resolute gaze and uncompromising attitude finally ignited Lin Xuantong's fury.
"Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish!"
Lin Xuantong roared, and terrifying spiritual energy gathered in his palm, carrying an aura of destruction, and slammed it down on Lin Wan'er's crown.
A strong wind blew in her face, ruffling Lin Wan'er's hair, but she closed her eyes, a relieved smile even appearing on her lips.
However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.
The fatal palm strike stopped abruptly just inches from her head.
Lin Xuantong's hands trembled violently as he looked at his daughter's pale yet calm face and those eyes that resembled her deceased mother's. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to strike her.
"roll!"
He abruptly withdrew his hand, turned his back, and his voice was hoarse and distorted as he desperately suppressed his anger: "Get back to your room and never step out again without my order! If you dare to say another word, I... I will definitely not forgive you."
Lin Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, looking at her father's violently heaving back, knowing that this was his last line of defense.
She silently bowed once, stood up without saying a word, and dragged her heavy steps out of the main hall.
The palace doors slammed shut behind her, isolating her from the outside world.
Lin Xuantong stood alone in the empty hall, his chest heaving violently. After a long while, he suddenly slammed his fist into the golden dragon pillar beside him.
"boom!"
With a muffled thud, a clear fist mark was left on the golden pillar.
His face was ashen, his eyes swirling with emotions—anger, resentment, and a hint of panic that he himself was unwilling to admit, after his own daughter had exposed his hypocritical facade.
"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. Sect Leader Lin is still too soft-hearted."
In the empty hall, a sinister voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of foreign accent.
As the words were spoken, a dark shadow slowly emerged from the shadows at the corner of the hall, coalescing into a man dressed in dark purple Japanese clothing with a long, narrow katana at his waist.
He had a gaunt face, eyes like a venomous snake, and a faint, mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lin Xuantong turned around abruptly, his anger still burning, and said sternly, "Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"
The Japanese cultivator smiled nonchalantly and stepped forward slowly: "Sect Leader Lin, please calm down. It's just that you seem to have encountered some...minor family matters, and I'm a little worried that they might affect our grand plan."
His gaze swept over the few drops of blood Lin Wan'er had dripped on the ground, then looked at the golden pillar with the fist imprint, his tone probing: "It seems your daughter doesn't agree with our plan?"
Lin Xuantong's face was ashen, his fists clenched in his sleeves, and he said coldly, "I have my own decision to make, you don't need to worry about it. Keep your people in check, and don't cause any more trouble before the ranking competition ends, otherwise... I will immediately terminate our cooperation."
"Don't worry, it won't happen." The Japanese cultivator smiled and spoke calmly.
"By the way, is there still no news about Lei Miaoyun?" Lin Xuantong suddenly asked.
"No!" The Japanese cultivator shook his head, then said, "However, she was severely injured and was in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. There is still no news of her. I'm afraid... her chances of survival are slim. There's no need to worry too much."
"Humph!"
Lin Xuantong snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "Lei Miaoyun is a rare Tribulation Lightning Saint Body that the Divine Thunder Palace has only seen once in a hundred years. You'd better not let your guard down."
"understand!"
The Japanese monk smiled nonchalantly: "Then I'll take my leave. I'll leave the rest to you."
As he finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared into the shadows once more, and his voice gradually faded into inaudibility.
Silence returned to the main hall, with only Lin Xuantong remaining.
He gazed at the deep night outside the palace gates, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions, which ultimately turned into a heavy sigh and a deeper sense of resolve.
.........
Meanwhile, inside the Zixiao Garden.
Liu Yanran carefully placed the still unconscious Bai Qingluo on the bed. Elder Lei immediately stepped forward and used his gentle spiritual power to carefully examine her injuries.
Although Zhao Xiruo was weak, she was still conscious. She leaned against the cushion and sipped the warm water that Yun Chen handed her.
"How is Second Senior Sister's injury?" Liu Yanran asked with concern, her brows furrowed.
Elder Lei withdrew his hand, his expression grave: "Qingluo's original injuries had not yet healed, and this ordeal has further depleted her vital energy. I have used my spiritual power to regulate her meridians, but she will need to rest for a while before she can wake up."
Yun Chen clenched his fists, his eyes growing even colder.
Elder Lei said in a deep voice, "Qingluo's injuries are not life-threatening, so we can rest assured for now. The most urgent task is to find out who is behind this."
He turned his gaze to Zhao Xiruo: "Ruoruo, do you still remember the situation when you were kidnapped?"
Zhao Xiruo tried hard to recall and said softly, "I only remember that I suddenly heard a noise in the quiet room, and then I wanted to go out and see. When I got to the door, I was suddenly knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was in that dilapidated temple. And then... Yun Chen and Elder Lei, you came."
"Didn't you see anyone knock you out?" Yun Chen frowned.
Zhao Xiruo shook her head.
"Without a single clue, doesn't that mean we can't find out who's behind this?" Liu Yanran said angrily upon hearing this.
That person dared to attack the Divine Thunder Palace; he deserves to die. If they can't find any clues, they're still in danger.
"It's not like we're completely without any clues."
At this moment, Elder Lei suddenly spoke up.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Elder Lei.