Who Do You Think I Am?

Ye Binglan stared blankly at the blood mist dispersing in the sky. She couldn't comprehend it—her brother, Ye Qingtian, was dead?

Mr. Wei and the others looked increasingly uneasy. They knew that monks from Immortal Cultivation Families were not to be trifled with.

Rumor had it that even before the spiritual energy revival on Earth, certain regions of Kunlun Mountain were shrouded in spiritual energy year-round. Some cultivation families had existed there for thousands of years, bound by strict rules. They were forbidden from leaving Kunlun Mountain to interact with the outside world until the earth's spiritual energy revived.

In simple terms, the Immortal Cultivation Families of Kunlun Mountain were far more terrifying than the Su Family of Tianhai. Though Horn possessed the early stage of Heavenly Star Realm cultivation, he might be no more than an ant in front of such profound cultivation families.

Now that Ye Qingtian was dead, Mr. Wei and the others realized there was no possibility of reconciliation between Horn and the Ye family. They could only proceed cautiously.

After more than a minute, Ye Binglan finally accepted the reality of her brother's death. She screamed at Horn, "Monster, why did you kill my brother? Do you even know what you've done? The Ye family of Kunlun Mountain will hunt you down. I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell!"

Her voice grew hoarse as she continued to scream. Horn, unfazed, replied, "You members of these so-called superior families truly think you're above everyone else. Is it only permissible for your brother to kill me? Ridiculous!"

"If the Ye family of Kunlun Mountain seeks revenge without reason, I will personally destroy them all. Now, it's your turn to join your brother."

With that, he began walking towards Ye Binglan. Lin Zixuan still held her down, but as Horn approached, fear flashed across Ye Binglan's face. She desperately pulled out an ancient talisman and activated it without hesitation. A golden light enveloped her entire body. "You wretch!" she spat. "Before our Ye family, you're not even a speck of dust!"

The next second, with a whoosh, Ye Binglan vanished from beneath Lin Zixuan's feet, leaving ripples in the air.

Lin Zixuan froze, and Mr. Wei, Jiang Wan, and the others rushed over. Horn calmly explained, "She used a teleportation talisman."

Judging by the talisman's power, Horn deduced it could only teleport her a short distance. "Stay here," he instructed. "I'll be back soon." With that, Horn leapt into the air, quickly disappearing from sight.

Mr. Wei took a deep breath. "Ye Binglan is indeed from a Kunlun Mountain cultivation family. She even had a teleportation talisman. It's the first time I've seen one."

Mr. Qiao frowned. "Ordinary teleportation talismans can't fix a destination; they can only randomly teleport the user a certain distance. Even the person who activates it can't predict where they'll end up. Do you think Senior Su can catch her?"

Lin Zixuan remained silent, knowing the chances were slim. Jiang Wan spoke gravely, "The Ministry of Talents will soon realize that Ye Qingtian was in Linzhou. We need to prepare for what's next—especially you, Zixuan. Once news of Ye Qingtian's death spreads, the Lin family will come for you. When that happens, will you choose Horn or your family?"

Mr. Wei, Mr. Qiao, and Nie Jiuxuan turned their gaze to Lin Zixuan. The events had made it clear that her relationship with Horn was far from ordinary. Lin Zixuan responded without hesitation, "I will stay in Linzhou and at Changsheng Academy."

Her decision was clear: she would stand by Horn, even if it meant severing ties with the Lin family.

Meanwhile, Horn was soaring through the air, following the path west. His figure paused high above, as he realized that Ye Binglan's teleportation talisman was more powerful than he had anticipated. A sneer crossed his lips, and then he vanished.

Horn could only teleport short distances on Earth; otherwise, the planet's current laws of heaven and earth couldn't handle it. Each time he teleported, he had to release his true aura and tear through the space. In the future, he considered creating his own teleportation talismans to facilitate long-distance travel. Using a talisman would allow him to teleport without tearing the fabric of space.

At that moment, in a remote suburb several kilometers away, Ye Binglan found herself near a filthy, polluted river beside an abandoned factory. The foul stench from the river, likely due to the factory's indiscriminate discharge of sewage, made her gag. She staggered away from the river, fuming with anger.

"Horn, you damned monster!" she hissed. "I'll make sure you suffer like no one ever has!"

She was certain Horn wouldn't catch up with her, but she couldn't help feeling bitter about using the precious ancient teleportation talisman, one her mother had risked her life to obtain.

Trying to calm down, Ye Binglan clenched her fists, vowing, "Horn, I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."

Just as she finished, a cold voice echoed in her ears: "How exactly do you plan to make me regret it? I'm all ears."

Ye Binglan's blood ran cold. She looked up, trembling as she saw Horn descending from the sky. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground. Horn slowly approached.

"How did you find me?" Ye Binglan stammered, her voice trembling. "Even I didn't know where the talisman would take me!"

Horn responded calmly, "Didn't you and your brother want to meet me? Didn't your brother admire me? Who do you think I am?"

In that moment, Ye Binglan felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized the truth—Horn was Su Changsheng. His cultivation level far surpassed the early stage of the Heavenly Star Realm. Even if the Ye family of Kunlun Mountain gathered all their strongest members, could they possibly stand against him?

She had made a grave mistake.

Ye Binglan tried to speak, but Horn had no patience for her. With a flick of his finger, a thin line of blood appeared across her throat. She instinctively clutched her neck in terror, but the wound spread too quickly. With a soft "click," her head rolled from her shoulders, ending her life in mere seconds.