Heavenly Opposers-Chapter 365 - 364: Knives in the Garden

The banquet flowed on. Toast followed toast. Laughter rose and fell like waves. Musicians rotated through sets, occasionally replaced by dancers performing carefully choreographed routines.

If anyone noticed the slight change in Lin Mei’s breathing, the extra steadiness in her gaze, they dismissed it as nerves settling. Inside, Lin Mei was a furnace of calm. The awakened power at her core didn’t rage uncontrollably the way she’d always feared it would. It didn’t scream for destruction or drown her mind in alien emotion. It simply was—vast, hot, heavy, patient.

Like a star.

It wanted to burn. It wanted to bend space. It wanted to expand until the world made sense. But it also listened. And right now, Lin Mei’s will was iron.

’Not yet,’ she told it silently as she laughed at an elder’s joke. ’Wait. Let them commit. Let them all show their hands first.’

The power settled, grudging but obedient. It had been locked in a cage its whole life. Now that it had a crack of freedom, it was willing—for the moment—to follow the one who had opened the door.

Course after course arrived. Lin Mei took small, measured bites of everything, letting her awakened constitution test each dish. She felt two more attempts at poison—one in a dipping sauce, one in a "special" wine poured only for her. Both burned away the instant they entered her.

Each time, the Stellar Void Embers Physique learned more about the world’s attempts to harm it. Each time, its automated survival protocols refined themselves.

’You really thought this would be enough?’ Lin Mei thought, outwardly smiling as a merchant complimented her poise.

Time stretched. Eventually, Elder Zhao Chen rose from his seat. The Burning Sky family elder clapped his hands once, drawing attention.

"Patriarch Lin," he called out with a smooth smile, "would it not be fitting, on such a joyous occasion, for the honoured young lady to take a walk and offer thanks to the heavens under the open sky?"

It was framed as a polite suggestion—a traditional excuse, in some circles, for the bride-to-be to step away briefly for private reflection. Lin Hao, unaware of the blade behind the words, smiled gratefully at the family elder for his "thoughtfulness."

"Of course," he said. "Mei’er, why don’t you step into the rear garden for a few minutes? Clear your mind. When you return, we’ll begin the final toasts."

’There it is.’

Lin Mei rose gracefully, bowing to her father, to the guests, to Elder Zhao.

"That would be lovely," she said in her soft, gentle voice. "This night has been... overwhelming. A moment under the stars would help me compose myself."

Luo Ying watched with hooded eyes, one finger idly tracing the rim of her wine cup.

"Such a delicate girl," she remarked to her mother, her tone dripping with sweet poison. "I do hope she doesn’t get lost in the dark."

Her mother chuckled politely. In the balcony shadows, Valencia murmured, "They’re moving pieces into place."

Azrail’s eyes never left Lin Mei.

’Show me,’ he thought. ’Show me the one who will grow up to rule space itself with fire.’ 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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The rear garden of the Lin Clan compound was smaller than the front courtyards but more carefully tended.

Paved stone paths wound between manicured shrubs and carefully arranged rock formations. A small koi pond reflected the lantern light in rippling patterns. A lone fire-pine tree stretched its branches over a stone bench near the rear wall.

Lin Mei walked slowly along the path, her hands folded demurely in front of her. To any hypothetical watcher from the banquet, she looked pensive, perhaps a little overwhelmed by emotion. No one from the banquet was watching.

The moment she rounded a particular bend, the ambient spiritual pressure changed. Four presences detached themselves from the garden’s shadows. Two from behind a rock formation, one from atop the wall, one stepping out from behind the fire-pine.

All wore dark clothing. All suppressed their auras as much as possible. For normal targets, it would have been a flawless ambush. Lin Mei stopped walking. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t gasp.

She tamped down the flicker of adrenaline that wanted to make her heart race and instead let her breathing slow further.

’Four initial,’ she noted. ’One Heaven Core Early. Three Qi Refinement Peak. Additional signatures further out—two on the wall, one beyond the gate, one near the roof. Total: eight, as Azrail predicted. Primary kill team here, support outside to prevent interference.’

The Heaven Core attacker spoke, his voice low and mocking.

"You walk very calmly for someone about to die, Lady Lin."

Lin Mei turned slowly to face them. Her expression was calm. Almost serene.

"Is that what you think is about to happen?" she asked softly.

He frowned. "You were poisoned at dinner. My apologies for the inelegance, but it was the most convenient method. Your meridians should be weakening as we speak. Struggling will only make it worse. If you don’t resist, I can make this quick."

"How kind," Lin Mei said mildly. "I assume you’re acting under Vice Master Luo’s orders?"

One of the Qi Refinement assassins hissed, taking a half-step forward. "You talk too much for a corpse—"

The Heaven Core man lifted a hand, stopping him.

"Does knowing whose orders we follow change anything?" he asked. "Will it make your death more meaningful?"

"It will make your deaths more satisfying," Lin Mei replied.

For the first time, there was a crack in the assassin leader’s composure.

"You misunderstand your position, girl," he said coldly. "You are surrounded. You are poisoned. No one is coming to save you. Even if by some miracle you survived us, your dear fiancé’s family would finish the job. Your family has already been marked. This is mercy."

"Mercy," Lin Mei repeated, tasting the word like something bitter.

Behind her polite mask, something inside... clicked.

All her life, she’d knelt before power. She’d smiled and endured and bottled the screaming injustice inside because she’d had no other choice.

Tonight, she had a choice.

"No," she said quietly. "This is cowardice. You attack a girl alone in her own garden and call it mercy. You poison instead of facing me directly and call it necessary. You hide behind your family and your master’s daughter and tell yourself there was no other way."

She took one step forward.

Space... shifted.

The assassins flinched, their bodies reacting instinctively to a change their minds couldn’t register yet.

"I’ve spent my life pretending to be weak for people like you," Lin Mei continued, her voice still soft, still deceptively gentle. "Smiling when I wanted to scream. Bowing when I wanted to break necks. Enduring your ’mercy’ because I had to survive."

She tilted her head slightly, dark eyes gleaming in the lantern light.

"Do you know what happens when you force a star to live like a candle for too long?"

The lead assassin snorted. "Enough of this—"

He moved. He was fast. A blur of motion as he dashed forward, flame bursting from his palm, aimed straight at her heart.

Lin Mei... breathed.

The world bent.

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From Azrail’s vantage point on the high balcony, the shift was glorious. One moment, the rear garden was exactly as it should be. The next... reality stuttered.

The distance between Lin Mei and her attackers twisted like a wrung cloth. The lantern’s light stretched, then snapped back. For half a heartbeat, gravity directions didn’t make sense—one of the assassins on the wall stumbled as "down" tried to become "left".

At the centre of it all, Lin Mei stood perfectly still.

Space around her moved.

The Heaven Core assassin’s lunge... missed.

Not because she dodged, but because the path between where he started and where she stood no longer followed the straight line he’d committed to. He landed two paces to her right, momentarily off-balance.

Lin Mei turned her head slightly. Her hand rose. A tiny point of white-hot light appeared in her palm. Not fire—not the red-orange blaze of ordinary flame—but something denser, brighter. The air around it warped, lines bending inward.

"That’s—" Valencia sucked in a sharp breath. "She’s creating a micro-singularity around a heat core, that’s mass distortion."

Persefone snarled in Azrail’s chest, thrilled. Astrid flared in jealous fascination.

Azrail’s smile was razor-sharp.

"Stellar Void Embers," he murmured. "In the flesh."

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In the garden, the assassins had seconds to realise something was very, very wrong.

The Qi in their meridians... slowed.

Not from poison, not from external suppression, but because the space their energy travelled through had stretched. Their flames sputtered as the conceptual "distance" between their cores and their hands grew. Lin Mei closed her fingers around the point of light.

"Burn," she whispered.

She opened her hand. The white-hot spark elongated into a thread that didn’t move like normal fire. It fell—not down, but toward the Heaven Core assassin, as if he were the lowest point in a gravity well only it could see.

He tried to dodge. Space around him said "no." The thread of stellar flame touched his chest. For an instant, nothing seemed to happen. Then a circle of air around the contact point imploded.

Sound warped. Colours bled. The assassin’s spiritual armour—layers of reinforced Qi he’d been so proud of—crumpled inward like paper in a black hole’s fist. He had time to scream. Then the thread expanded. It didn’t explode outward; it ate inward. Flesh, bone, meridians, Qi—all crushed into a point of incandescent singularity smaller than Lin Mei’s palm.

She closed her hand. The point vanished. Where a Heaven Core assassin had stood, there was... nothing. Not ashes. Not scattered body parts. Just a faint, spiralling distortion in the air that quickly smoothed.

The garden was silent. One of the Qi Refinement assassins dropped his weapon.

"What—" he choked. "What are you—"

Lin Mei looked at him.

"Mercy," she said softly, "would be letting you live after what you tried to do to my family."

She lifted her hand again. The remaining assassins broke. To their credit, they didn’t freeze entirely. Training kicked in. One attacked from behind with a blade aimed at her spine. Another flung a volley of poisoned needles. A third tried to flee to warn the others.

Space disagreed.

The one trying to flee hit an invisible "slope" in the air and slid back toward her as if running downhill no matter which way he turned. The one with the blade found his strike lengthening, stretching, until it took an extra half-second to complete—more than enough time for her to step sideways through a fold in the world.

The needles... curved. Drawn into the orbit of the gravitational field around her, they spiralled harmlessly around her body before clattering to the ground. Lin Mei moved with terrifying economy. No wasted steps. No grand gestures. No shouted techniques.

A twist of her wrist turned the fleeing assassin’s momentum against him, folding the space he occupied into a narrow strip that she then compressed with a thought. He vanished between one blink and the next.

A small, almost absent gesture redirected the blade-wielder’s strike through a warped patch of air so that his own sword emerged behind him and buried in his own back. Within seconds, four trained killers lay dead—or worse than dead—in her garden.

Her garden. Lin Mei stood among the carnage—or rather, the lack of carnage—with her breathing only slightly elevated.

Inside, the Stellar Void Embers burned gloriously.

’This is what I am,’ she thought, a tremor running through her not of fear, but of awe. She could get drunk on this feeling. She could drown the entire family in it.

She could—

She stopped. Azrail’s voice echoed in her memory. Lin Mei drew a slow breath. She reached inward. Not to suppress this time—but to shape. Like a queen telling a dragon to sit. The Stellar Void Embers... obeyed. The warped air smoothed. Gravity let go. The garden became a garden again. Lin Mei exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping her lips.

"...That," she whispered, "felt good."

Then she frowned.

"One, two, three, four..." She counted the spots where the assassins had been. "But there were eight."

Her awakened sense swept outward.

At the far edge of the compound, near the wall, chaos flared. Azrail moved.

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From the balcony, he’d given himself a rule: don’t interfere unless she genuinely can’t handle it.

So far, she’d more than handled it. He was grinning.

"Remind me," Raena said dryly from his left, "never to try strangling that one in her sleep."

Valencia’s eyes were bright, alight with a strategist’s joy at watching an unexpected piece reveal its full value.

"Her control is obscene for a first awakening," Valencia murmured. "Most cultivators with that kind of physique would have collapsed the entire garden, maybe part of the compound. She localised everything instinctively."

Raena’s voice cut in, taut. "Support team is moving. Three assassins on the outer perimeter, one aiming for the garden gate, two heading toward the banquet hall entrance, one making for the roof. They’re panicking. Losing their Heaven Core lead spooked them."

Azrail’s smile faded.

"Time to trim the excess," he said. He stepped off the balcony. Gravity considered protesting, then remembered who he was and decided it wasn’t worth the argument. He landed in the rear courtyard on silent feet, shadow swallowing the sound.

Raena appeared beside him a heartbeat later, her aura flaring.

"Handle the two in the banquet hall side," Azrail said calmly. "No survivors. Quietly."

Raena nodded once and vanished, blood blooming where she’d stood.

Valencia dropped down on the other side, eyes gleaming. "I’ll take the one heading for the roof and the outside lookout."