Evan Lin clenched his fist.
In that moment, the wind stirred and clouds surged.
Hundreds of longswords followed behind, and Blake Lin, holding a single sword, suddenly furrowed his brows.
His gaze was locked on Evan Lin, but he clearly sensed no trace of qi flowing from Seacrest's Master Lin.
"Still playing tricks at a time like this?"
Blake Lin spoke coldly, his expression even more disdainful: "That sky curtain is your strongest move."
"It looks like the sky, but it’s actually useless—just a flashy trick to fool those without vision."
"Too bad you ran into me!"
As soon as Blake Lin finished speaking, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
But all around him were swords—his swords.
Each longsword, forged from his boiling qi, was enough to make countless experts bow to him.
Now, hundreds of these swords followed close behind him.
Though this wasn’t his full-force attack, the aura alone was enough to make ordinary Pointing-to-Mystery cultivators unable to harm him. Besides, the shield formed by the hundreds of qi swords had already shattered all the surrounding ice’s qi.
His target was clear—Evan Lin, not far away.
In just a few more seconds, the qi within the swords would pierce Seacrest’s Master Lin completely.
Victory was all but certain.
Yet Blake Lin couldn’t shake the unease in his heart.
"Where’s the sky you broke?"
Evan Lin spoke calmly, his tone carrying an indescribable chill.
Hearing this, Blake Lin frowned and looked up—only to see a clear blue sky.
The sky, now unobstructed by ice, was especially bright and pure.
White clouds, gentle breezes—everything seemed frozen like a painting.
"Ants shouldn’t look up. They should keep their heads down."
Evan Lin let out a soft laugh.
Those words instantly sparked anger in Blake Lin—being called an ant?
He was Blake Lin of the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, a super genius praised as a monster since leaving the clan.
With the Lin Clan backing him, wherever he went, everyone treated him with respect.
Yet Seacrest’s Master Lin kept pushing his limits, again and again.
Even though Evan’s words were infuriating and confusing, Blake Lin couldn’t help but lower his head a bit, glancing down at his feet.
That glance sent a jolt through Blake Lin’s entire body.
He saw that the sky curtain, originally made of transparent ice, was what he’d been looking up at from below.
Now, he’d broken through the curtain and stood atop the solid ice.
Logically, when he looked down from here, he should see the Ju family ancestral hall below.
But when he looked, there was no sign of the ancestral hall—no trace of the ground. Even the hole he’d blasted open with hundreds of swords had vanished.
All he saw was endless blue sky, identical above and below—and, shockingly, he saw himself.
He saw Blake Lin, saw the hundreds of swords behind him, and saw Seacrest’s Master Lin standing high in the air!
"Is this a mirror?"
Blake Lin muttered, then his expression hardened: "Such petty tricks can’t shake my mind!"
He turned to Evan Lin, now within reach, and suddenly his qi surged: "Even if there’s another sky, so what!"
"If I have to, I’ll just break it again!"
He shouted, unleashing his qi.
But in the next second, his expression suddenly changed.
Above him, not only was Seacrest’s Master Lin there—there was another Blake Lin, identical to himself!
One Blake Lin below, another above!
"You were able to break through the first sky only because I let you. Otherwise, you couldn’t have done it."
Evan Lin reached out, clenched his fist, and lightly swung it toward Blake Lin from a distance.
It was a fist with no qi—so ordinary it didn’t seem to carry any pressure at all.
Yet as that fist moved, Blake Lin heard the sound of glass shattering by his ear.
"What just broke?"
Blake Lin instinctively tried to figure it out.
But he couldn’t understand.
Soon, though, he realized what had shattered.
Because below him, razor-sharp qi surged upward—Blake Lin was attacking from beneath the ice!
At the same time, equally sharp qi assaulted him from above—another Blake Lin was charging down from overhead!
Both Blake Lins, identical in expression and with hundreds of qi swords, made him momentarily dazed.
"What even is all this?"
He couldn’t figure it out, but the two Blake Lins were already upon him!
Boom!
The three clashed, qi swords swirling as wild power sliced the clouds and sky apart.
Evan Lin remained rooted in place, not moving an inch.
The sky Blake Lin saw was the sky Evan wanted him to see. The ice curtain he saw was actually made of multiple layers.
But unless Evan explained it, Blake Lin would never figure it out.
Evan never planned to use his full strength against him—this was just a cat playing with a mouse.
"They’re fighting!"
"It’s so intense!"
"I can’t believe Seacrest’s Master Lin can trade so many moves with Blake Lin!"
The Ju family watched from afar, faces filled with excitement and shock. All they could see was the massive surging qi above the ancestral hall and the ripples from clashing qi swords.
The finer details were impossible to see, so they assumed it was a real fight between Seacrest’s Master Lin and Blake Lin.
Grandpa Ju felt complicated, while the Ju steward squinted at the scene—his palm already drenched in cold sweat.
"Patriarch."
The Ju steward was silent for a long time before finally speaking, his voice strained.
Others couldn’t see clearly, but as a third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery expert, he had some insight.
"Speak."
Grandpa Ju wasn’t in a good mood, his tone weary.
"If possible, don’t make an enemy of Seacrest’s Master Lin."
This advice, quietly spoken, was a stark contrast to his earlier attitude.
His words stunned Grandpa Ju, who turned to look at him.
"If you offend the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, you might die tomorrow for sure."
"But I’m afraid if we offend Seacrest’s Master Lin, the Ju family will be wiped out today."
The Ju steward sighed deeply, his helplessness and complicated emotions leaving the whole Ju family frozen in place.