Chapter 2190 First Step

Chapter 2190 First Step

Yun Lintian's eyes clouded with doubt

Yun Wuhan patted his son's shoulder gently, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. "Rest well, Tian'er. I'll visit frequently. Just ask Yun Ling for anything you need."

With a final lingering look, Yun Wuhan turned and left.

Alone once more, Yun Lintian's mind churned. The name Yun Wushuang echoed repeatedly within him.

While the truth of her identity remained shrouded in uncertainty, Yun Wuhan's situation served as a peculiar echo. After all, the man before him undeniably mirrored his own father in both worlds. The possibility of Yun Wushuang being his mother loomed large.

"If that's truly the case..." Yun Lintian trailed off, his thoughts spiraling outwards.

If Yun Wushuang was indeed his mother, it could explain his initial placement within the Misty Cloud Sect. Yet, the reasons behind her disappearance remained a perplexing enigma.

Further fueling his curiosity was the undeniable connection between his parents and the enigmatic Beyond Heaven King. Yun Wuhan possessed the silver necklace, a key to the Land of Beyond Heaven, while Yun Wushuang held the Beyond Heaven King's Crown.

For the first time, a glimmer of hope flickered within Yun Lintian – perhaps this was a step towards unraveling the tangled threads of his past. However, he was well aware that these were mere conjectures, lacking concrete proof.

"There has to be a reason for my presence here," Yun Lintian murmured, a nascent determination hardening his voice. "Perhaps it's to uncover the truth about my parents?"

The coincidences were too numerous to dismiss – the Misty Cloud Palace's name, his parents' connection to the Beyond Heaven King – it all pointed to a deeper purpose.

Yun Lintian's gaze lingered on the path his father had taken, a nascent resolve blooming within him. The city beckoned – a potential source of answers.

"Third Young Master," Yun Ling approached, her brow creased with worry. "Please forgive me, but I must inform the Clan Head of your condition."

Yun Lintian offered a gentle smile. "No need to apologize, Little Ling. It's only right." Studying this young woman by his side, he found it interesting. This was the first time he had a maidservant. It made him feel like he had transmigrated into a novel.

Grand gates, adorned with intricate carvings depicting celestial phoenixes and fierce tigers, marked the city's entrance.

A constant stream of people, cultivators of varying levels, flowed through the gates, their voices a low murmur that rose to a crescendo as they entered the bustling heart of the city.

The grandeur of the city sprawled before Yun Lintian, its scale exceeding his expectations. While it couldn't hold a candle to the Nine Firmament City, it dwarfed any God Realm he'd ever set foot in.

Yun Ling reached his side and spoke. "This is Eastern Street."

Yun Lintian acknowledged her with a gentle nod. "Let's explore," he declared, a spark of curiosity igniting in his eyes.

The air thrummed with a vibrant energy, potent and exhilarating. Shops with shimmering jade signs lined the broad streets, their windows overflowing with an assortment of treasures – weapons radiating a cold aura, shimmering elixirs promising miraculous cures, and even cages containing exotic spirit beasts with shimmering scales and ferocious gazes.

The ambiance of this city struck a discordant note compared to any Yun Lintian had ever experienced. It was as if the world he hailed from, the foundation of his very identity, was nothing but a pale imitation of cultivation reality.

A sense of disorientation washed over him, a tremor of doubt about his past flickering in the depths of his mind.

As Yun Lintian and Yun Ling walked, a hush fell upon the immediate vicinity. People's gazes shifted towards Yun Lintian, their eyes filled with a curious mix of amusement and disdain. Whispers began to rise, like a swarm of locusts on the wind.

"Isn't that the Third Young Master?"

"The one who got drunk and caused a scene at the White Lotus House?"

"Heard he got his head bashed in by Chen Zitao into a fool. Serves him right!"

Yun Lintian, instead of bristling at the whispers, found himself strangely amused. It was as if he'd stepped into the pages of a fantastical novel, the protagonist facing a barrage of curious murmurs.

Suddenly, a group of young men, their robes adorned with the insignia of the Chen Clan, swaggered past them. Their eyes landed on Yun Lintian, and a burst of laughter erupted from their midst.

"Look who it is, the drunken fool himself," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Back from his little snooze on Cloudmist Mountain?"