Gou cultivates martial arts and seeks immortality in the world of cultivation.

Chapter 118 Touching the Taboo
"senior!"

Just then, Xia Qianyu stepped forward gracefully, respectfully clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Junior Xia Qianyu also wields a sword. Observing Senior's swordsmanship, it has reached the pinnacle of skill. Junior dares to ask Senior for some guidance!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lu Lin with burning and expectant eyes.

She was a sword prodigy, and after witnessing Lu Lin's superb swordsmanship, she had been itching to learn. Now that the banquet was about to end, she finally couldn't hold back and asked for his guidance.

"Qianyu, you've been presumptuous."

Mu Yetong put down his wine glass and gave a stern rebuke, but there was no real blame in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter!"

Lu Lin smiled gently and said loudly, "The path of martial arts needs active exploration to flourish. If everyone is complacent and clings to their own limited knowledge, martial arts will be forever trapped in the Innate Realm, with no chance of breakthrough. Miss Qianyu, please!"

Lu Lin calmly stood up and casually assumed a posture of seeking advice.

Zheng!
With a clear, resonant sword cry, Xia Qianyu deftly grasped the sword in her hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Seeing that Lu Lin was still standing empty-handed, she couldn't help but ask, "Senior, are you not going to draw your sword?"

Lu Lin shook his head slightly, his demeanor calm: "Go ahead and use all your strength."

Xia Qianyu no longer hesitated.

She knew full well that Lu Lin's strength was unfathomable, and even if she went all out, she would have no chance of harming him in the slightest. Without holding back, she brandished her longsword, transforming it into a dazzling sword beam that shot through the sky like a meteor, aiming straight for Lu Lin's throat.

Lu Lin stood still, his body as steady as a rock. Only when the sword light was close enough did he calmly use his finger as a sword to accurately stab at Xia Qianyu's blade.

Xia Qianyu's sword was already incredibly fast, but Lu Lin's finger sword was even faster, striking first despite being slower.

Xia Qianyu was startled. With a nimble flick of her wrist, her sword aura suddenly changed, narrowly avoiding Lu Lin's sword finger. At the same time, she created nine sword lights that were difficult to distinguish from reality, like lotus flowers blooming, enveloping Lu Lin's body.

"interesting!"

A hint of approval flickered in Lu Lin's eyes as he raised his hand and pointed again.

This finger strike was faster than before, and unexpectedly, it didn't point at any of the sword lights, but instead pointed at an empty space in the center of the nine sword lights.

Strangely, the nine sharp sword lights vanished in an instant, while Lu Lin's fingertip landed precisely on the actual tip of Xia Qianyu's sword.

A burst of concentrated energy erupted, Xia Qianyu's expression changed slightly, and he staggered backward, his blood energy surging and fluctuating within him.

"Miss Qianyu has an extremely high talent for swordsmanship, but there are still a few areas where her skills are not yet fully developed."

Lu Lin had already mastered three innate killing moves to perfection, including a sword technique killing move, demonstrating his exceptional insight. During their exchange, he had already noticed every subtle flaw in Xia Qianyu's swordsmanship and casually pointed it out.

Although it was only a few words, every sentence hit the nail on the head and went straight to the core.

Her embroidered eyebrows furrowed as she fell into deep thought, carefully savoring Lu Lin's guidance.

After a while, her brows relaxed, and her face showed gratitude and an even stronger thirst for knowledge. She clasped her hands in thanks again: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. It has enlightened me greatly! Please continue to teach me, senior!"

Lu Lin smiled and nodded.

In order to get close to Mu Yetong and obtain his powerful martial arts techniques, what does it matter if he spends some time guiding his juniors?

Xia Qianyu attacked again, this time unleashing the full power of her newly mastered killing techniques. The sword light flowed continuously, like an impenetrable net of blades.

However, Lu Lin simply took a few steps, his figure elusive and seemingly effortless, yet he always managed to dodge Xia Qianyu's most ferocious attacks at the last possible moment, preventing the chilling sword energy from touching him in the slightest.

This was repeated several times, and each time they stopped, Lu Lin would offer some guidance.

Xia Qianyu is exceptionally intelligent and quick to understand, always able to grasp and improve upon her skills, resulting in a visible improvement in her swordsmanship.

It must be said that Xia Qianyu's swordsmanship talent is the best Lu Lin has ever seen.

With just a little guidance, the opponent can quickly grasp the essence and immediately adjust in actual combat.

In a short while, Xia Qianyu's swordsmanship had improved significantly, with smoother strokes and a more refined sword style.

It wasn't until the sun was setting and the golden crow was dipping in the west that Mu Yetong, along with Xia Qianyu who was still reluctant to leave, and the burly old man, took their leave.

"Where in the world can one find a kindred spirit? Meeting Brother Tang today is truly a great joy in life. I will definitely come to bother you again when I have time," Mu Yetong said sincerely as he departed.

"We will be waiting for your arrival at any time!" Lu Lin clasped his hands in farewell.

He did not rush to ask the other party for their martial arts techniques.

Any martial arts technique at the Innate Realm level is extremely precious and would never be easily passed on, let alone such an astonishing technique as the one practiced by Mu Yetong.

They have only known each other for a short time, and if they were to speak rashly at this moment, it would be nothing short of wishful thinking and would only completely block any future paths.

There is plenty of time ahead; taking things slowly and methodically is the best approach.

After Mu Yetong and the others left, Lu Lin bid farewell to Prince Jing and returned to his bedroom.

After closing the door, he immediately sat down cross-legged and focused his mind.

"Dragon Ape Mountain-Shaking Fist, upgrade me!"

With a thought, a vast amount of cultivation time was poured into the "Dragon Ape Mountain-Shaking Fist," the matching killing move of the "Purple-Eyed Dragon Ape Blood Qi Technique."

Not long after he began his training, Lu Lin keenly realized that the difficulty of mastering the 'Dragon Ape Mountain-Shaking Fist' was far greater than that of killing moves such as the 'Demon Ape Mountain-Crushing Palm' or the 'Lightning-Chasing Antelope Light Sword,' and the training time required was also many times greater.

Lu Lin was not surprised but rather pleased.

This was exactly what he expected.

The greater the difficulty of cultivation, the more terrifying the power will be once mastered.

In many things in life, effort and reward are directly proportional.

In the end, Lu Lin spent a full thousand years cultivating before finally perfecting the domineering killing move, the 'Dragon Ape Mountain-Shaking Fist'.

This means that if someone with martial arts talent comparable to Lu Lin were to cultivate, it would take them a full thousand years to achieve such a level of skill.

This is an impossible task for a primordial martial artist with a limited lifespan. Perhaps only a Golden Core cultivator could have such a long lifespan.

As expected, Mu Yetong kept his word and said he would come to bother him again, which was not just empty talk.

For the next two weeks, every few days, Mu Yetong would bring Xia Qianyu to visit Lu Lin at the Jingwang Mansion.

Each time, Xia Qianyu would earnestly ask Lu Lin for guidance on swordsmanship, seizing every opportunity to improve herself.

Sometimes, Mu Yetong would even personally spar with Lu Lin to test his skills.

Lu Lin could tell that Mu Yetong's innate killing move had not yet reached perfection.

Therefore, he also needs to spar with martial arts masters of the same level to understand the mysteries of his own killing moves in actual combat and seek opportunities for breakthroughs.

This is perfectly normal.

Mu Yetong is undoubtedly a martial arts prodigy, but the martial arts he cultivates are too powerful, which makes it much more difficult to master the accompanying killing moves. To reach perfection, the difficulty far exceeds that of ordinary techniques.

In his exchanges with Lu Lin, he often sparks new ideas and gains unexpected insights.

Lu Lin was naturally happy to receive his "guidance".

He knew that in order to obtain that powerful martial arts technique from the other party, he first had to gain the other party's trust.

As they got to know each other better, their relationship became increasingly harmonious.

On this day, Lu Linzheng, Prince Jing, and Murong Cheng were leisurely enjoying tea in the courtyard, discussing their experiences in martial arts.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar rushed over, looking hurried and walking briskly, his face showing undisguised solemnity.

Lu Lin recognized the man; he was Zhang Xun, a confidant of Prince Jing. He was one of the experts involved in the assassination attempt on Lin Donghai.

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! A powerful figure from the Blood Fiend Sect has suddenly descended upon the palace and specifically requests to see Your Highness!" Zhang Xun reported urgently.

"A powerful member of the Demonic Sect? Who are they? How many are there?" Prince Jing's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up.

“There are three people in total, all of them important figures. The leader is Nan Boyong, the vice sect leader of the Demon Sect, and the other two are also high-ranking elders within the Demon Sect,” Zhang Xun replied in a deep voice, each word carrying immense weight.

"What? The Vice Sect Master of the Demonic Sect has come in person? Could it be...?" Prince Jing's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his voice trembled slightly.

Could it be that their plot to assassinate Lin Donghai has been exposed, and the Demonic Sect has come to demand an explanation?

If that's the case, the Prince Jing's mansion will be in danger of being destroyed in an instant!
“I don’t think so,” Lu Lin calmly analyzed, his voice steady and reassuring. “If what happened that day had really been exposed, given the Demonic Sect’s usual style, they would probably have already stormed our doorstep and wouldn’t have let anyone inform us. In my opinion, they must be here for something else.”

He had spent a considerable amount of time in the Demonic Sect and was intimately familiar with their domineering and ruthless ways of doing things.

Upon hearing Lu Lin's words, the tense expressions of Prince Jing and the others eased slightly, but their hearts remained heavy.

"Go! Quickly go and pay your respects to the immortal masters of the Demonic Sect. Do not be negligent!" Prince Jing dared not delay in the slightest, hurriedly straightened his robes, and strode outside.

In the outer courtyard, in the spacious and solemn main hall.

When Prince Jing and his entourage arrived in haste, they saw three figures with profound auras sitting calmly in the main seats at the head of the hall, their invisible pressure permeating the entire hall.

"is her!"

Lu Lin glanced around and recognized one of them – Ye Aoxue, one of the Demon Sect's holy maiden candidates.

She was sitting upright on the lower right side.

In the very center sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe embroidered with dark gold magic patterns. He was tall and strong, like a giant human bear, and just sitting there gave people a powerful sense of oppression.

This person was Nan Boyong, one of the vice sect leaders of the Demonic Sect.

On the left is an old woman with white hair, wrinkles on her face, cloudy eyes, and a listless expression, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

But Lu Lin sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her that was no less than that of Nan Boyong.

Lu Lin quietly pushed the 'Abyss Concealing Spirit Technique' to its limit, completely suppressing the four types of blood energy within his body deep within his bones, remaining motionless, and concealing his aura as if he were an ordinary person who had never cultivated.

As for the blood-patterned steel sword on his back, there's no need to worry about it.

Among all martial artists, longswords forged from blood-patterned steel are all very similar in appearance, with no distinctive features, so there is no need to worry about them being recognized.

"Your subordinate, Murong Fu, pays respects to the esteemed immortal masters of the upper sect!"

Prince Jing stepped forward quickly, bowed respectfully, and was extremely humble.

Lu Lin, Murong Cheng, Zhang Xun, and the others followed suit, bowing respectfully and not daring to be impolite in the slightest.

'Um! ’

Nan Boyong let out a soft snort, slightly raising his eyes. His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept over Prince Jing, carrying a scrutinizing tone. He spoke calmly, his voice low: "Murong Fu, I have come today to ask for your help."

"I dare not accept such praise!" Prince Jing hurriedly bowed in fear, his tone extremely respectful. "Immortal Master, please give me your orders. I would gladly go through fire and water for you!"

Lu Lin stood to the side with his head down, but he was curious about what important matter could possibly require someone like the Vice Sect Master of the Demonic Sect to personally intervene.

Nan Boyong seemed quite satisfied with Prince Jing's attitude and continued, "Murong Fu, I've heard that you are generous and righteous, and have made friends with heroes all over the world. Whether they are martial arts practitioners or immortal cultivators, you have connections with all the major immortal cultivation sects and families. I've come here today to ask you to help me find a person, or more accurately, a force!"

"I wonder what the immortal master is looking for?" Prince Jing asked cautiously.

"Martial Alliance!"

Nan Boyong slowly uttered two words.

Prince Jing's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. He bowed even more respectfully and replied, "I've heard of it. It's said that this Martial Alliance was founded by a rogue martial artist; it's an alliance of independent cultivators. May I ask what business the Immortal Master has with them?"

"We have reliable information," Nan Boyong's voice suddenly turned cold, a faint demonic aura surging from his body, and a terrifying majesty instantly enveloped the entire hall, making it suffocating. "This Martial Alliance Leader is no ordinary rogue cultivator. His strength is unfathomable, and he may have already touched upon forbidden territory, intending to step into the realm beyond the Innate Realm!"

At this point, the killing intent in his eyes almost materialized: "Above the Innate Realm, that is an absolute forbidden zone! Anyone who dares to set foot in it will be annihilated by the combined forces of our five major sects! Without exception! Even your Murong Clan, if you dare to touch this taboo, will suffer the same fate! Murong Fu, do you understand?"

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on Prince Jing's forehead. His body trembled slightly, and he nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "I...I understand! Your subordinate understands!"

(End of this chapter)