WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!

Ning Shao extended her slender fingers toward the glimmering yellow stone, a subtle flicker of Spiritual Qi flowing from her fingertips like threads of silken light. The stone absorbed her energy, its surface pulsing faintly before flaring to life with a radiant glow.

In an instant, a translucent panel materialized in the air before them. It shimmered like liquid crystal, its edges rippling softly as if carved from flowing water.

The panel was vast, nearly as tall as a man, with intricate runes etched along its borders, glowing faintly with the spiritual energy.

The surface was smooth, reflecting flickers of dim light from the surrounding chamber, but at its heart, shadowy images began to coalesce.

As the surface solidified into sharp clarity, the scene of a dense forest emerged, its canopy so thick that sunlight barely pierced through. It was unmistakably the Whispering Grove.

Within the materialized vision stood a young man of commanding presence, his figure radiating an aura of quiet dominance.

His long, raven-black hair, secured at the back with an ornate, expensive-looking hairpin, framed a face so flawless and noble it seemed sculpted from the dreams of a celestial artisan.

His features carried an ethereal grace, his sharp, penetrating eyes brimming with the calm intensity of a being touched by the heavens.

In his hand, he held a sword—sleek, perfectly balanced, and radiating a quiet but undeniable aura of mastery.

The sword gleamed with a silvery sheen, exuding a sense of destiny entwined with its wielder. Even a glance from a Master Swordsman would reveal the truth: this was no ordinary Sword Cultivator.

He was born to command the sword, a prodigy fated to transcend all limits and ascend to heights no other could reach in the path of the Sword.

Yes, he was none other than Yang Lie, the protagonist of the novel and a peerless sword prodigy.

Yet, he was not alone in the scene—five other figures in opposite of him, each clad in the distinctive robes of the Inner Sect, their attire marking them as a cut above the Outer Sect disciples.

One of them stepped forward—a man of rugged, imposing stature. A long, jagged scar slashed across his left eye, lending a menacing edge to his fierce gaze.

With a smirk twisting his lips, the scarred man spoke in a rough, mocking tone. "Hey, you're that brat, aren't you? The one stirring up too much attention in the sect lately—the same one who made short work of that loser Xue Taiyang and managed to ruin several of Young Master Niu Ling's plans."

Yang Lie's eyes remained calm, his expression unmoved by the man's taunts. His voice, quiet yet sharp, cut through the tension. "Hmm. Yes, that would be me. But tell me—who exactly are you?"

The man's smirk deepened as he stepped closer. "We've finally found you. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Barely two months since you joined the sect, and you're already bold enough to wander into the Whispering Grove of the Mystic Evergreen Forest."

Yang Lie let out a slow breath, frustration flickering in his eyes as he muttered under his breath, "Damn my luck. First, I got injured because of that bastard Ming Yuen. Then the sect punished me for fighting without a formal duel. I've been itching to come here for days, but delays cost me my Foundation Establishment Realm Experience Card and a Rare-Grade trump card. A few days ago, I barely escaped with my life for the sect mission, nearly falling to a Demonic Soldier Rank Beast And now..."

His eyes swept over the figures surrounding him. "Inner Sect disciples, Huh!" he noted grimly. "Judging by their expressions, they're not here for a friendly chat."

Trouble seemed to dog his steps, an unwelcome shadow he couldn't shake. "It was never like this before—wherever I went, opportunity awaited me. Everything began spiraling out of control after I got tangled up with that bastard Xue Taiyang."

His jaw tightened, resolve hardening in his eyes. "I need to finish the Main Scenario Mission as soon as possible."

He narrowed his gaze. "What do you people want from me?"

The man who stepped forward sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "Young Master Niu Ling initially sought only to humble you and graciously offer a place at his side. But you dared to insult him repeatedly—and had the audacity to spurn his generosity. Now, you've left us no choice. Your fate is sealed. You'll die here."

"So, you've come to kill me," Yang Lie replied, his tone calm, almost bored, as if the declaration of his imminent death was a mundane observation. His eyes, however, remained sharp and focused.

The scarred man chuckled darkly. "You catch on quickly. At least you'll die knowing the reason."

Yang Lie's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Bold words. Let's see if your actions can match them."

Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in Yang Lie's mind.

[Ding! The Host has triggered a Random Quest.]

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[Objective:] Eliminate all individuals sent by Niu Ling to take your life.

[Reward:] 2,000 System Points.

[Failure Penalty:] None.

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Yang Lie's lips curled into a faint smile as he mused inwardly, "Oh, how delightful. A quest to handle these fools. And the reward? Not bad at all. With these System Points added to my current stash, I can finally afford a new sword technique."

"Attack him—all at once!" the scarred man barked, his voice a harsh command.