150: Chapter 150 The Xiao Family of the Upper Realm, Lin Aotian's Childhood Sweetheart

Nine-colored mists shrouded the continuous range of divine mountains.

Immortal cranes wove through the white clouds, letting out clear and melodious cries.

At the peak of the divine mountain, there was a top-tier Immortal spring shrouded in white mist.

The pool water was gathered from primordial life liquid, emitting a heart-palpitatingly dense vitality.

Splash.

The pool water churned violently. Lin Aotian, bare-chested, gripped the white jade steps at the edge of the pool with both hands.

His fingernails broke, and dark golden blood blended into the pool water through the gaps between his fingers.

The injuries to his shattered Meridians were rapidly healing under the washing of the primordial life liquid.

The sound of new bones grinding together echoed by the poolside.

The pain was extremely intense. Lin Aotian didn't even furrow his brows.

Compared to the physical pain, his heart hurt even more.

Su Yun's condescending gaze. That heavy slap.

The image of Liu Qingyan holding a silk handkerchief, gently wiping the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

Every image flashed frantically in his Sea of Consciousness, turning into poisoned daggers that sliced his Dao Heart into pieces.

"Su Yun... Liu Qingyan..."

Lin Aotian ground his back teeth until they cracked, blood seeping from his gums.

His originally handsome features were completely distorted, his eyes bloodshot with a crazed, deathly silence.

Fake. Everything was fake.

The talent he was proud of was poison given as charity. The woman he loved was a plaything in another's arms.

"I will kill you. I will extract your Souls and seal them in Nine Nether Hellfire to be refined for ten thousand years!"

Lin Aotian smashed the white jade stone railing by the pool with a punch. Debris splashed into the water.

A series of light footsteps broke the deathly silence of the Immortal spring.

A delicate fragrance wafted over.

It wasn't the scent of a Medicinal Pill, but the unique fragrance of a maiden.

A woman dressed in a plain white Flowing Immortal Dress walked through the white mist, slowly approaching the edge of the Immortal spring.

The woman's features were exquisitely peerless, her temperament gentle and quiet.

As she looked at the frenzied Lin Aotian in the pool, her eyes instantly turned red.

Without any hesitation, she stepped directly into the Immortal spring.

The expensive Flowing Immortal Dress was soaked by the pool water, clinging tightly to her graceful body.

The woman walked behind Lin Aotian and extended her arms, tightly pulling that trembling, broken body into her embrace.

"Brother Aotian."

Her voice was soft, filled with deep heartache.

Lin Aotian's entire body stiffened.

He turned his head and looked at that beautiful face close at hand, a trace of daze flashing in his eyes.

A figure from the depths of his memory overlapped with the person before him.

"Nickname?" Lin Aotian's voice was hoarse and extremely dry.

Xiao Ninger.

The Young Lord of the Xiao Family, a hegemon of a domain in the Upper Realm.

Hundreds of years ago, a great upheaval broke out in the Upper Realm.

To preserve their Bloodline, the Xiao Family forcibly sent the young Xiao Ninger to the Lower Realm, entrusting her to the then-prosperous Lin Family.

During those years, Lin Aotian and Xiao Ninger were inseparable, childhood friends.

Until Xiao Ninger was ten years old, and the upheaval in the Upper Realm subsided.

The Xiao Family sent top-tier experts to bring her back to the Upper Realm.

Before parting, Xiao Ninger held Lin Aotian's hand and swore a vow to marry no one but him.

Lin Aotian had always thought it was just childhood talk.

As he struggled and rose in the Lower Realm, that childhood playmate had long been buried in the depths of his heart.

He had poured all his affection into other women.

Now, the woman he trusted most had betrayed him.

Yet the childhood friend he thought had long forgotten him had used the Xiao Family's foundation to forcibly break through the planar barrier and save him when he fell into the abyss.

"It's me, Nickname has come late."

A clear tear fell from the corner of Xiao Ninger's eye as her jade-like hand gently caressed Lin Aotian's broken cheek.

"That Heaven-Severing Hand cost the Grand Elder too much Origin; it could only bring you back and failed to crush that beast who harmed you on the spot."

"Nickname..."

The defense in Lin Aotian's heart collapsed.

He turned abruptly, hugging Xiao Ninger tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and wailed.

The once-unbeatable Child of Destiny was now crying in a pathetic mess.

Xiao Ninger patted his back, the original gentleness in her eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by extreme coldness and superiority.

She was the Young Lord of the Xiao Family, born with Innate Divine Veins.

In her eyes, the living beings of the Lower Realm were nothing but livestock, not even worthy of a glance.

A mere ant from the Lower Realm actually dared to push Brother Aotian to the point of a Dao Heart collapse.

Unforgivable.

"Brother Aotian, that person named Su Yun, and that Liu Qingyan—Nickname will deal with them for you."

Xiao Ninger's voice was extremely gentle, but the words she spoke carried a bone-chilling killing intent.

Lin Aotian looked up, his eyes blood-red.

"Su Yun's methods are extremely bizarre, and he is accompanied by a terrifying woman whose depth cannot be seen. Even the Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm has been deceived by him; conventional means simply cannot kill him."

"Depth cannot be seen?"

Xiao Ninger let out a contemptuous sneer.

"That's because he has never seen a true Nine Heavens Divine Dragon."

Xiao Ninger raised her right hand and formed a complex hand seal in the Void Realm.

"Qing Yuan."

A ripple visible to the naked eye spread through the Void Realm.

A tall woman in green battle armor appeared out of thin air at the edge of the Immortal spring.

The woman had a cold and elegant appearance and carried twin swords on her back.

No spiritual power leaked from her body, but the moment she appeared, the Immortal cranes flying above the spring all folded their wings and fell from mid-air, trembling on the ground.

That was absolute suppression originating from Bloodline and Realm.

Nine Heavens Profound Immortal.

Even in the entire Upper Realm, she was one of the few top-tier powerhouses.

Moreover, she was Xiao Ninger's personal maid and close friend.

"Young Miss." Qing Yuan knelt on one knee, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Lin Aotian felt the unfathomable aura on Qing Yuan, and his heart pounded wildly.

Ascension, True Immortal, Profound Immortal, Nine Heavens Profound Immortal, Immortal Lord, Immortal King, Immortal Emperor, Creation, Transcendence...

She spanned three entire major Realms.

Before Qing Yuan, the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body he was so proud of was completely vulnerable.

This was pure dimensional suppression.

No matter how strong Su Yun was, even if he dominated the Lower Realm, facing a Nine Heavens Profound Immortal, he would only be instantly killed.

The corners of Lin Aotian's mouth curled up frantically.

It was as if he could already see the image of Su Yun kneeling before him, his bones being crushed one by one.

"Qing Yuan, take the realm-breaking cone and go to the Lower Realm."

Xiao Ninger issued the command.

"Find that person named Su Yun and bring back his head. As for the women around him, extract their Divine Souls and put them into the Soul Refining Tower; I want Brother Aotian to torture them personally."

Qing Yuan stood up, her gaze sweeping over the pathetic Lin Aotian in the pool, a trace of extremely subtle disdain flashing in her eyes.

She didn't understand why someone of the Young Miss's status would care so much about a piece of trash from the Lower Realm.

But that didn't stop her from executing the order.

"The Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm rejects high-level Immortals. The realm-breaking cone can only maintain the passage for half an hour," Qing Yuan stated calmly.

"Is half an hour not enough for you to kill a few natives?" Xiao Ninger asked in return.

A look of extreme arrogance appeared on Qing Yuan's cold face.

"It's enough." Qing Yuan turned and walked away from the divine mountain.

With a flip of her palm, a silver awl engraved with complex spatial Dao patterns appeared in her hand.

She paused her steps without looking back.

"Just a native of the Lower Realm. In the time it takes to take a leak, I can grind his bones and scatter his ashes."

The Void Realm split open, and Qing Yuan's figure disappeared into the spatial passage.

Lin Aotian leaned against the pool wall and laughed towards the sky.

His laughter echoed in the white mist, filled with twisted pleasure.

"Su Yun, aren't you arrogant?"

Lin Aotian grabbed a handful of primordial life liquid and crushed it fiercely.

"I'll see what you use to block this time."