Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, starting from escorting Daiyu to the capital.

"Alright, I hope the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) keeps his word."

Before An Fengri could speak, the Third Chieftain Yuan Cheng Daoist beside him spoke first, fearing that Lin Pingzhi might change his mind at the last minute.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi and Lin Daiyu were so young, he couldn't help but feel a little contempt for them.

"That's natural."

Lin Pingzhi remained calm and responded indifferently.

Seeing this, An Fengri had no choice but to say, "In that case, please give me your guidance, Young Master Escort and the others."

"No problem."

Lin Pingzhi smiled slightly and reached out to take a small bag from Wu Daotong.

"Wait!"

Just as Yuan Cheng Daoist was about to stop him, the small package had already fallen into Lin Pingzhi's hands.

With a flick of his right hand, Lin Pingzhi sent the small package flying into the sky like an arrow.

Immediately afterwards, he drew his longsword from Bai Shou's hand and threw it. The small package had just hit the roof above when the longsword arrived as quickly as it came, pinning the package firmly to the roof.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the small bag swayed on the eaves.

Everyone was secretly impressed by the speed and skill of the sword that pierced only a corner of the small bag.

When Yuan Cheng Daoist realized that he had misunderstood Lin Pingzhi, a blush crept onto his face.

Lin Pingzhi looked at An Fengri and said:

"Chief An, please. May I ask which of the three of us you wish to challenge?"

Upon seeing Lin Pingzhi display this skill, An Fengri realized that he was a formidable opponent. He had originally intended to choose Lin Daiyu as his opponent, but he was afraid of being ridiculed by others for bullying a woman.

However, this "Mysterious Iron Token" is of great importance, and he has to treat it with caution.

Just as he was hesitating, Daoist Yuancheng spoke up:

"Chief, how about I ask Miss Lin for a few pointers?"

An Fengri, upon hearing this, was delighted and immediately said:

"Alright, then you and Miss Lin can have a friendly spar."

Yuan Cheng Daoist lowered his long sword, bowed to Lin Daiyu, and said politely, "Miss Lin, please, and please show mercy."

The implication was that he would go easy on her, which carried a hint of disdain.

Lin Daiyu had been eager to try her hand at it for a long time. This was the first time she had received an invitation to spar. She didn't grasp the implied meaning in the other party's words, and nodded solemnly, saying:

"I will."

Yuan Cheng Daoist was taken aback, assuming that the other party was a novice who did not know the extent of his abilities.

Seeing that Lin Daiyu's hands were empty, he asked, "May I ask what weapon Miss Lin wields?"

Lin Daiyu said, "No need, I'll be fine empty-handed."

Yuan Cheng Daoist was slightly angered. He was, after all, a renowned master, yet he was being so disrespected by a mere girl. He immediately said:

"In that case, Miss Lin, please."

However, they were unwilling to make the first move.

Seeing Yuan Cheng Daoist's arrogance, Bai Er and the others secretly prayed for him.

Since returning from the Zhenlong Chess Game that day, Lin Daiyu's skills have greatly improved, and none of them can even defeat her in a single round.

What made them even more desperate was that Lin Daiyu was still making progress. After several exchanges with Su Xinghe, her level had already subtly surpassed Su Xinghe's.

Lin Daiyu said, "Third Chieftain, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Before she finished speaking, she moved swiftly and instantly appeared in front of Daoist Yuancheng, striking him with her slender palm.

What a great speed!

Yuan Cheng Daoist was taken aback and hurriedly raised his sword to stab at Lin Daiyu's wrist.

Lin Daiyu neither dodged nor avoided the glint of the sword. Seeing the cold light flashing, she lightly flicked her slender finger on the blade, and with a "ding," the sword was deflected.

"This person possesses profound internal strength!"

Yuan Cheng Daoist felt a powerful force coming from the sword, and his right hand trembled, almost causing the longsword to slip from his grasp.

At this point, how could he dare to underestimate the other party?

With a clear whistle, he suddenly launched a fierce attack, each sword strike faster than the last.

For a moment, Bai Er and the others couldn't see where the sword's momentum came from.

"Third Chieftain, impressive skills."

Lin Daiyu praised, her figure constantly moving amidst the sword shadows, like a butterfly dancing gracefully.

An Fengri and the second chieftain Feng Zhenwu exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a flash of green light appeared, and the long sword in Yuan Cheng Dao Ren's hand was reduced to half.

Yuan Cheng Daoist stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, his face pale, thinking to himself:

"This is no young girl, she's clearly an old monster, otherwise where would she get such profound internal energy?"

For a moment, all hope was lost.

It turned out that Lin Daiyu's flick of her finger, containing seventy years of internal energy, had actually shattered the opponent's longsword.

"Third Chieftain, you flatter me."

Lin Daiyu stopped and said.

"I lost."

Yuan Cheng Daoist sheathed his longsword and returned to An Fengri and the others, looking utterly dejected.

Seeing this, An Fengri stepped forward and said, forcing himself to speak:

"I dare to ask the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) for a few pointers."

Seeing Su Xinghe and Lin Daiyu take action, he knew he was no match for them and could only place his hopes on Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi took a longsword from Chen Qi and said:

"Chief An, please."

An Fengri didn't mince words. He swung his sword diagonally, his moves still sharp, and he flipped over. He unleashed his life's most powerful technique, the Seventy-Two Forms of the "Split Divination Sword," with moves containing hidden patterns and patterns containing various variations.

"Good timing."

As Lin Pingzhi spoke, he swung his longsword, countering each move with a single strike.

He strolled leisurely, and although he didn't use any fancy moves, he always managed to skillfully dodge An Fengri's golden knife.

Before they knew it, more than twenty moves had passed.

An Fengri wielded his golden sword with dazzling skill, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Pingzhi's clothes.

"I'm still no match for Brother Pingzhi," Lin Daiyu said, somewhat discouraged.

Su Xinghe exclaimed, "Young Master Escort's swordsmanship is effortless and powerful; he already possesses the aura of a grandmaster."

Suddenly, a soft "ding" was heard, and Lin Pingzhi's longsword pressed against the back of the golden knife.

An Fengri felt a sudden jolt of energy from the golden blade, a powerful surge of internal force emanating from the opponent's sword, nearly causing him to drop the longsword. Just as he was about to be shocked, the force vanished without a trace, and he managed to keep the longsword.

An Fengri knew that the other party's internal strength had reached a superb level, and that he had just saved face for him.

He leaped to the side, raised his sword, stood at attention, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Young Master Escort's swordsmanship is unparalleled; I concede defeat wholeheartedly."

Lin Pingzhi laughed loudly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and said in a clear voice:

"Chief An is too kind; I only won by sheer luck."

Seeing the other party's humility and politeness, An Fengri admired him even more. He glanced at the small bag under the eaves and said:

"This item shall belong to Young Master Escort."

Lin Pingzhi said, "Thank you."

Su Xinghe and the others, even Jia Yucun, had long been very curious about the contents of the small bag. Su Xinghe jumped up, about to take the bag down.

Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared, and a curved blade suddenly appeared before him. Su Xinghe quickly looked up and dodged the flying knife.

Just then, a figure darted out from the second floor.

Everyone looked and saw an old man. He was wearing a white robe, with a thin face and a sparse, long white beard hanging down to his chest.

The old man gripped the soft whip, aiming it at the small package. Seeing he was about to succeed, he couldn't help but shout:

"Young Master Escort, I'm taking this!"