Chapter 152: No Obstacles Whatsoever

From now on, he could hold the heroine in his arms without any obstacles.

At the critical moment, Lin Yu finally arrived. With the aid of a wire rig, he leaped down from a height and landed with a flourish. Clad in green robes, he stood directly before the hero.

He did not move, yet his spiritual energy exploded instantly.

Having spent a period of time in seclusion to cultivate, his innate talent allowed his strength to soar to new heights, nearly matching that of the Great Demon King, Li Shiche. It was only because he had launched a sneak attack on an unprepared Demon King that he had managed to force him back.

However, having absorbed the spiritual essence of many sect members, Li Shiche’s power was clearly growing faster and more formidable than Lin Yu’s.

No matter how gifted Lin Yu was, or how powerfully the script described him, he was not the protagonist. He lacked the strength to completely dismantle the story's greatest villain. Moreover, this scene had been scripted for him to meet his end while saving the world; his final contribution was meant to be a mutually destructive act, a sacrifice that would deal a heavy blow to Li Shiche and provide the hero with the breathing room needed to grow in the later stages of the story.

Without exchange, Lin Yu engaged Li Shiche in battle.

Their strength was evenly matched, but Li Shiche discovered a weakness and used innocent sect members as shields to threaten Lin Yu. When the Demon King struck, Lin Yu did not block; he took the full force of the blow, staggering backward as he coughed up blood.

The wall behind him shattered. The camera crew quickly shifted their focus to avoid exposing the flaws of the foam-made wall. Having severely wounded Lin Yu and drained half of his spiritual energy, Li Shiche looked at Lin Yu’s mangled, hanging right arm and allowed a sneer of disdain to curl his lips.

"Do you know why you lost to me today?"

"You were meant to be a chosen prodigy, sent by the heavens to oppose me. Yet, you were burdened by compassion, wasting twenty years feigning lameness and suppressing your own power for the sake of some grand, idealistic notion of protecting the common people."

"And now, you sacrifice yourself once more for a woman and the dregs of a sect. Do you truly see yourself as a savior?"

Following a mocking laugh, he delivered another crushing blow.

Lin Yu offered no resistance, nor did he attempt to parry. The Demon King struck him directly with a palm of pure energy, sending him flying.

He crashed into the wall behind him, shattering the pillars of the sect. The sect itself began to crumble, signaling the fall of the young master, who would perish alongside the place he had dedicated his life to protecting.

Yet, Lin Yu did not give up. Even in his mortally wounded state, he intended to make one final stand—at least to buy time for the hero, who had already taken his place as the protector of his beloved, to cultivate, regroup, and strike back against the Demon King.

Using his blood as an offering, he gathered the sect's century-old spiritual energy into his body.

An unprecedented power erupted from within him—the final opportunity bought by his own sacrifice.

The prodigy, clutching his long sword, surged toward the Demon King once more, fueled by deep resentment and a final, lingering pity for the world.

The immensely powerful spiritual energy shook the heavens. The wrath of the sky descended from all directions, accompanying Lin Yu’s assault. In an instant, the Demon King was engulfed.

Flames licked at the Demon King’s body as mist swirled around him. Watching the silhouette of the Demon King burning, the hero shouted at the figure in green standing before him, "Lin Yu! Take the chance while you still have it!"

If he broke the sacrifice now, he would at least survive, though he would be reduced to a powerless cripple.

But then, he watched as the Demon King stepped out from the flames, unscathed, his smile even more wanton than before.

"Did you really think you could kill me? As long as there is malice in the hearts of the common people, I, who feed upon it, am immortal!"

"I told you, don't take yourself so seriously, and don't think of yourself as a savior!"

The Demon King sneered and unleashed a strike of unparalleled spiritual power—aimed directly at the hero!

Unexpectedly, a figure dashed out, shielding the hero. A petite frame stood with arms spread, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Don't you dare hurt him!"

Lin Yu turned, saw the familiar face, and without a second's hesitation, used his own body as a shield to intercept the heavy blow for them both.

In an instant, his inner spiritual energy scattered and vanished, and his body began to turn translucent.

The heroine realized what Lin Yu had sacrificed for her, but any heart-wrenching screams or attempts to hold him back were already too late.

Lin Yu’s fate was sealed, yet his selfless heart remained unchanged.

Before he completely dissipated, he transformed into a blade and lunged at Li Shiche, piercing through his body. Though it dealt a heavy blow to the Demon King, Li Shiche transformed into a thick mist and escaped.

Lin Yu returned to human form, clutching the long sword that had symbolized the sect for centuries. Looking at the collapsing walls and the slaughtered sect members around him, a sense of relief flickered in his eyes. He spent his final strength to send the hero and heroine to safety.

The heroine looked back, letting out a heart-wrenching cry!

But there was no response, only the thunderous collapse of the sect, and Lin Yu, who would now be buried in the annals of history alongside the sect he had accompanied his entire life.

The camera pulled back, and amidst the ruins, the compassionate god in green, who had stood to save the world, was no more.

"Cut!"

As the director’s excited voice rang out, the entire set erupted into thunderous applause.

As a newcomer to the film industry, Lin Yu’s acting performance had been truly astonishing!

...

After filming concluded, Lin Yu packed his things and prepared to leave with Su Xiaolin.

Ji Ya had arranged a private jet as usual, though only Lin Yu knew she was impatient to see him.

At 3:00 PM, the plane landed. Lin Yu handed his suitcase to Su Xiaolin and instructed, "I have other matters to attend to. Could you please take my luggage back to the company, Sister Lin?"

Su Xiaolin’s eyes twitched. Having been with Lin Yu for so long, her own thoughts had inexplicably become tainted, and she couldn't help but tease him.

"You look so eager, you little rascal—don't tell me you're sneaking off to see an old flame behind President Ji's back? You ignore a wealthy young beauty like her just to go play with steel wool. I really don't understand you young people~"

"Steel wool? I’ve never touched the stuff. Is talking trash a crime? It isn't, right?" Lin Yu casually dismissed her teasing.

Su Xiaolin was speechless. Had this kid really done it with everyone? Didn't he always talk about being favored by wealthy women and having constant "plumbing" appointments?

Seeing him so eager to ditch her the moment they landed, it had to be for something important.

On second thought, she figured it had nothing to do with her, as long as he wasn't committing crimes or sleeping with someone he shouldn't—like someone who had a husband.