Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

"Sister Qing'er asked me to invite you to dinner, young master."

Lin Yunqin's cultivation was still shallow and her mind was simple, so she did not notice anything unusual.

"Then let's go."

Lin Xuan smoothly changed the subject.

Few people in the prefect's mansion knew about the cellar, and Lin Yunqin was not among them.

He still found it difficult to fully trust whether this woman, who had only been in the household for a few months, was truly loyal.

It can only be said that Lin Yunqin still needs time to prove her sincerity.

The moonlight was hazy, and a gentle evening breeze blew. Although the coolness was not as biting as in the depths of winter, it still carried a hint of chill.

In the study

The candlelight remained bright.

Qing'er was engrossed in reading the sword manual in her hands.

Lin Xuan leaned back in his chair, beside the stove, sipping hot tea.

Dapan sat cross-legged to the side, his fingertips caressing the seven-stringed zither, the melodious sound flowing slowly into the room.

"Big market, your invisible sword energy has improved again."

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and said softly.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to your careful guidance, young master."

The market index looked up and responded.

"Qingmei, how's your understanding of the staff and sword manual coming along?"

She looked at Mu Qing'er.

"Quite mysterious."

Mu Qing'er sighed softly, "I've studied it repeatedly, but I still only grasp a little bit of the basics."

"No need to rush, just take it one step at a time."

Da Pan'er said, "The Deer Staff Saber technique is quite famous in the Northern Python Kingdom. It is as fast as lightning, as elusive as the wind, and its blade path is even more unpredictable and strange."

"Hehe, why does Qingmei need to ponder so deeply under the lamp?"

Da Pan'er glanced at Lin Xuan: "Master is a rare master of the sword. You have been studying diligently for months. Why don't you ask Master to give you some pointers?"

Seeing his beloved Qing'er looking at him with bright eyes, Lin Xuan beckoned and said, "Tonight I will use a secret method to help Qing'er learn the sword."

"What secret technique is it?"

The two women both expressed their curiosity.

"Alas, this method requires one to be completely naked."

His expression was solemn: "And we must blend together, our minds and spirits united."

Dapan'er and Mu Qing'er immediately understood, their cheeks flushed red, and their eyes were filled with shyness.

"Young master, you are truly shameless."

Qing'er scolded softly.

"Just kidding."

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Good Qing'er, this staff and sword manual can be consulted briefly, there is no need to study it in depth."

Its essence lies in the words "swiftness" and "deception," which are not compatible with your main sword style. Forcing your way through it will only be a waste of time.

"Instead of wasting time studying, it's better to go to the cellar and spar with those masters of the Northern Python."

"Big Pan, when Qing'er is practicing her swordsmanship, you should watch over her from the side."

"Yes, ma'am."

The large plate nodded.

The night was deep, the moonlight was fading, and a dark cloud drifted in from the distance, obscuring the moon and plunging everything into darkness.

A dark figure silently infiltrated the prefect's mansion and headed straight for the courtyard where Lin Xuan was.

"Who is it?"

The large plate made a sound, and the fingers plucked the strings. An invisible burst of energy shot out, cutting through the wind and snow, and struck the courtyard.

"it's me."

A familiar voice rang out, and Yan Ri, dressed in a black robe, appeared from the night, carrying a cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Instead of going through the main gate, they chose to sneak in."

The market hummed softly.

"Has this nearly twenty-day trip yielded any results?"

Lin Xuan asked.

"Oh."

Both Dapan'er and Muqin were stunned, never expecting that the usually serious and taciturn Yanri would show such a malicious smile.

"Young Master, I have found you a top-quality item."

"Top-quality goods?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Yan Ri put down the cloth bag on his shoulder and took a breath: "I originally planned to go to the Chess and Sword Palace to capture two qualified masters, but I didn't expect to reveal my presence just as I was about to make a move."

They then pursued them for hundreds of miles.

Lin Xuan's eyes twitched slightly.

"And then?"

Dapan'er's eyes revealed disdain.

"cough."

Yan Ri chuckled: "How could they catch up with me? I shook them off in no time. But just as I was leaving the territory of the Northern Python, a woman from the Music Palace tried to ambush me, but I caught her in the process."

She then thought of bringing him back to serve as a maid to the young master.

After saying that, he untied the bag, and a girl with skin as white as jade was quietly curled up inside. He could see her face.

Lin Xuan's temple twitched involuntarily.

These people are clearly not from the Chess and Sword Palace; they are from the Yin Gui School.

Lin Xuan: "Are you sure she's a member of the Music Palace?"

Yan Ri: "Of course."

Lin Xuan: "Say it again?"

Yan Ri: "If you weren't from the Music Palace, why did you ambush me?"

Lin Xuan: "So you kidnapped her?"

Yan Ri: "Exactly."

"If it weren't for the fact that she's not bad-looking, we would have dealt with her long ago."

"What's wrong?"

Yan Ri frowned: "Does the young master find her not attractive enough?"

"Then I will take him out and deal with it."

As she was about to re-tie the bag, a sudden change occurred. The girl, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, and a thin needle flew from her sleeve, aiming straight for Lin Xuan's face.

"Young master, be careful."

Dapan'er and Muqing simultaneously reached out to grab the flying needle, while Yanri slapped the girl with his palm.

"Snap"

Lin Xuan simply flicked his sleeve, and the fine needle was swept away.

"Bang"

The girl took a blow from Yan Ri and fell heavily to the ground.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, its cold blade pointing directly at the girl's throat; it was Yan Ri who had made his move.

Stop.

Lin Xuan spoke up.

The cold tip of the sword paused at the girl's neck, just a hair's breadth away from slicing through her skin.

"Yanri, you're the one who brought this person back."

The market index turned cold, and an invisible sword intent quietly gathered.

"Young Master."

Yan Ri's throat bobbed, his face pale: "I clearly remember giving her the muscle-softening powder and sealing her acupoints."

"It's not the sun's fault."

Lin Xuan shook his head. Although Da Pan'er still looked displeased, he had dispelled his sword intent.

"What's your name?"

He pretended not to know.

The girl was pale, biting her lower lip tightly. She felt as if her internal organs were being twisted. Yan Ri had used all his strength in that palm strike, and it was only by chance that she was still alive.

"Qing'er, take off her clothes."

Lin Xuan sat down and casually gave his instructions.

"Eh."

Mu Qing'er's expression was strange: "Young Master, this... isn't this inappropriate?"

"I didn't ask you to take it off."

"It was her who took it off, not you."

Lin Xuan was helpless.

"oh."

She reached out to untie the girl's clothes.

"If you dare touch me, I will not forgive you."

The girl glared at them angrily, her voice laced with threat: "I will tear you to pieces."

"Stubborn to the end."

He said unhappily, "Take off two more pieces."

"My master will never let you get away with this."

Seeing that Mu Qing had already unbuckled her belt, a hint of panic flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Don't do anything reckless."

"stop."

She said urgently, "My name is Su Lingxi."

Qing'er stopped and turned to look at him.

"Dishonest."

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a slight smile: "Take them all."

"Stop, I'll talk."

The girl's voice trembled.

"I am Wanwan."

She hesitated before looking away.

"The successor of the Yin Gui Sect has fallen into my hands."

Lin Xuan asked casually, "How should I arrange things for you?"

"Yin Gui School".

Mu Qing and Da Pan'er looked solemn.

"Is it very strong?"

Yan Ri sneered, "Nothing special. You couldn't even withstand one of my moves."

"If I remember correctly, the current leader of the Yin Gui Sect is named Zhu Yuyan, who is already a Grandmaster of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm and leads the Central Plains Demonic Path."

"Big Pan said in a low voice."

"The leader of the demonic path is perfectly suited to serve as your servant, young master."

He continued the conversation while hiding the sun.

"Were any traces left?"

Mu Qing frowned.

"No."

Yan Ri waved his hand: "Miss Qing, when have I ever made a mistake in my actions?"

Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine. She had intended to use the prestige of her sect to intimidate him, but the man in black showed no regard for the Yin Gui Sect or her master.

"Alright, you may leave now."

Lin Xuan waved his hand and said to Yan Ri, "Don't go out these days. Stay at home and relax."

The Yin Gui Sect is no easy opponent; as the leader of the demonic path in the Central Plains, their foundation is extremely deep.

And Zhu Yuyan is an even more troublesome person.

"Do you know what fear is now?"

Wanwan sneered: "Letting me go now is still a way to salvage the situation."

"fear?"

Lin Xuan smiled calmly.

He simply didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. No matter how strong Zhu Yuyan was, could she be stronger than the Northern Frontier Cavalry?

Moreover, with his current cultivation level, he may not be inferior to that Yin Empress.

"Young master, it would be better to get rid of him."

A glint flashed in Qing'er's eyes, and a short blade slipped from her sleeve, its edge lightly brushing against the girl's neck.

The icy touch made Wanwan's skin tremble. She fell silent and closed her eyes.

"It would be a pity to remove it like this."

Da Pan'er lifted the girl's face with her slender fingers, studied her for a moment, and nodded with a smile: "Her aptitude is indeed excellent."

He turned to Lin Xuan and said, "Master, it seems quite interesting to take on a disciple of the Demonic Sect as a servant."

"Given time, she should be able to be taught to be obedient and compliant."

"If you harm me in the slightest, Master will not forgive you."

Wanwan bit her lip and whispered.

"Say another word, and I will make your Heavenly Demonic Cultivation forever imperfect."

His voice was calm.

Wanwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body shuddered slightly.

The secrets of the Heavenly Demon Technique have always been known only to the true disciples of Yin Gui.

These words struck at her deepest fear.

Layers of fear washed over my heart.

She suppressed her trembling and stared intently at Lin Xuan: "Speak frankly, what do you want in return for letting me go?"

"Big Pan, take her to the dungeon and keep her under guard first."

Lin Xuan flicked his finger, and a wisp of pure yang energy entered Wanwan's meridians, dispersing the inner energy she had barely managed to gather.

They immediately sealed her dantian. Wanwan felt dizzy and lost consciousness. She was then supported by Dapan'er and taken to the dungeon.

As Dapan'er said, it would be a waste to easily take Wanwan's life, given that she is a descendant of the Demonic Sect.

Putting aside his appearance, his identity alone is enough for him to plan many things.

"Does the young master intend to use Wanwan's identity to carry out his plans?"

Mu Qing'er asked softly.

"There were indeed considerations."

Lin Xuan lightly pressed his forehead: "I can't let him go, but killing him would be a pity. I haven't figured out how to proceed yet, so it's best to imprison him for now."

"Even if it has no other use, watching this successor of the Demonic Sect dance to entertain in one's spare time would be quite nice."

"Yan Ri stumbled upon a stroke of luck? He managed to capture a successor of the Demonic Sect while out on a mission."

"Next time you go out, will you even bring back a Buddhist nun?"

He joked with a smile.

"Perhaps in a few days, another maid will be added to the household."

Mu Qing'er walked behind him and gently massaged his temples with her fingertips.

Wanwan's incident was just a minor episode, and things quickly returned to normal.

Three days later, Meng Jiao Tian Hu and his group submitted their proposed battle plan to the governor's office.

After Lin Xuan finished reviewing the documents, a meticulous operation targeting the Hu and Qiang tribes of the grasslands was quietly put into preparation.

Before the first month of the lunar calendar was over, a heavy snow began to fall in Yan County.

Ten thousand Xuanjia soldiers quietly set off from the Yanzhou City camp under the cover of snowy night.

After crossing the Changshui River, the troops split into five groups and quietly disappeared into the depths of the vast snowfield.

At the same time, Lin Xuan also began his secluded cultivation.

The accumulated Killing God Points were enough to support him in achieving another breakthrough—not an advancement in cultivation level, but a leap forward in the level of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique".

From the tenth level, moving towards the eleventh level.

From the seventh level onwards, each advancement in the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" will add the power of a dragon and an elephant.

When all ten levels are perfected, one possesses the power of ten dragons and ten elephants.

Inside the quiet room, Lin Xuan sat upright with his eyes closed, his hands forming a mudra, his five centers facing the sky, slowly activating the qi and blood throughout his body.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the phantom images of a dragon and an elephant appeared.

A menacing, coiled dragon shadow surrounded him, while an ancient and solemn phantom of a divine elephant stood behind him.

The surging blood and qi within his body seemed to boil, faintly emanating the sound of a dragon's roar, and his muscles and bones trembled slightly in a mysterious rhythm.

"Confirm the consumption of 800,000 Killing God Points to upgrade the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill'?"

"confirm."

"Congratulations, host, you have reached the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."

A vast and immense force emerged out of nowhere, transforming into internal energy and blood, nourishing every meridian and every bone.

Immersed in this power, Lin Xuan could clearly sense that his physique was being strengthened at an astonishing rate.

It should be noted that the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" is a top-tier martial art that cultivates both internal and external skills, unlike ordinary Buddhist body-refining techniques.