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

But the domineering blade was exceptionally sharp, and the shockwave made her palms numb, and even her body trembled slightly.

"Young master... I admit defeat."

Xiao Pan'er exhaled lightly from his lips, his clothes damp with sweat.

Lin Xuan let out a low groan, and with both palms out, he pushed and sent her flying, making her face turn pale and her eyes widen.

I felt completely disoriented, my mind a blank.

"Young master's palm technique... has improved again."

At this moment, only this one thought remained in Xiao Pan'er's mind. Then, her body went limp, and her last bit of strength dissipated. She fell backward.

To encourage Xiao Pan'er to practice martial arts, Lin Xuan personally instructed her in the Heavenly Demon Blade Technique for several days in a row.

Xiao Pan'er lived up to her name as the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, making rapid progress and gradually becoming able to exchange blows with him.

But Lin Xuan ultimately prevailed.

Seven or eight days later, Xiao Pan'er gradually felt weak, so he went to the dungeon every day, using the excuse of practicing martial arts to hide from his master.

After a period of sunny weather for half a month, a light drizzle fell at the end of July, dispelling the sweltering heat of Yan County.

The rain drizzled for two days and two nights.

Inside the pavilion, Lin Xuan was brewing tea and pouring wine.

A cool breeze swept by, bringing with it the fresh, moist scent of grass and trees. Several plates of fruits and snacks were laid out on the stone table.

"Young master, the Crown Prince of Beiliang has already entered Qingzhou territory."

Mu Qing'er walked over, put down the letter in her hand, and said softly, "Should we send someone to intercept them en route?"

"No need."

He shook his head: "Putting aside the fact that Lao Huang is around, you and I both understand Xu Xiao's methods. His follow-up moves will definitely be layered on top of each other."

"Besides, there are countless people in the world who want to take my little brother's life."

"Why bother with this?"

He glanced at the intelligence report casually, then tossed it into the fire, turning it to ashes: "Someone will always step in for us."

"By the way, where did Xiao Pan go? We haven't seen him for days."

Lin Xuan asked casually.

Mu Qing'er glanced at her young master with annoyance and muttered under her breath, "Isn't it because I'm scared of what you've done to me?"

"cough……"

Lin Xuan nearly choked on his tea, and said sternly, "Good Qing'er, you're wronging me. Is your young master that kind of person?"

"Yes."

Mu Qing'er nodded firmly.

She knew in her heart that every time she put on those embarrassing clothes, the young master would get especially excited.

With Xiao Pan'er's looks, she would probably be even more captivating in those clothes.

Mu Qing'er pondered to herself whether she should also give it a try.

She was unaware that Lin Xuan had already seen through her thoughts.

He rubbed his hands together gently and said with a smile, "Good Qing'er, I have quite a few prepared. Would you like to come over tonight?"

"Let me think about it."

She wrinkled her nose slightly, but did not immediately agree.

"The Prefect of the Prince's Mansion mentioned yesterday that he would be bringing a group of people today, and he would like to invite you, young master, to take a look in person."

Mu Qing'er continued, "We will arrive around noon. Young Master, you should prepare early so as not to lose face as the General of the North."

That's true—these people were all outstanding individuals selected from scholars and martial artists who came from various places.

If Lin Xuan deems it suitable, he can assign him to work in the Zhenbei General's Office or arrange affairs in the prefectural government office.

"Is there a directory?"

He asked.

"some."

Mu Qing'er turned and went to the study, where she retrieved the roster: "I have had the Secret Service check the backgrounds of these people. They come from respectable families and should not be spies."

She didn't finish her sentence, knowing full well that her young master possessed another hidden power.

It must have been investigated by the Secret Service and then verified by the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven).

Just because it's not a spy now doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

As long as they are not allowed to access core secrets, even if they are spies, it will not be a big problem for them to work in the prefectural government or the general's mansion.

Lin Xuan looked closely and saw that there were about forty or fifty people on the roster, half of whom were civil officials and half were military officers.

Each person's resume was detailed, and one name suddenly caught his eye.

"Po Jun"

"Does the young master recognize this person?"

Mu Qing'er asked.

"I've heard about it."

He nodded slightly.

"Po Jun was the only son of Jian Huigen, the sect leader of the Sword Sect. Later, the Sword Sect was frozen for some unknown reason, and he wandered the world."

Mu Qing'er said, "Although this person's cultivation level is limited to the Vajra Realm, his sword techniques are extremely ruthless, and his temperament is also quite fierce."

"Being a little fierce is fine."

Lin Xuan said, "But it must be something that looks good and is easy to use."

He never expected that Po Jun would come to Yan County to seek refuge with him.

It must have been during the competition for "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" that he lost to that future martial arts legend.

In the afternoon, more than ten carriages stopped in front of the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

More than forty scholars and martial artists disembarked and entered the mansion, heading straight for the Listening Garden.

Lin Xuan was already waiting there, with hundreds of elite guards standing solemnly on both sides, their waists adorned with cold blades and their hands holding long spears.

"Greetings, General."

Dozens of people stood in the misty drizzle, bowing in unison.

Some were nervous, some were calm, some had never seen such a scene before and looked uneasy, while others looked arrogant.

Among them, the most eye-catching is Po Jun.

He was dressed in coarse cloth, carried a long sword on his back, had a stern face, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Get up, everyone."

Lin Xuan sat upright in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally lingering on Po Jun for a moment.

He waved his hand.

"Thank you, General Xie."

Even someone as ruthless as Po Jun dared not show the slightest abnormality in front of Lin Xuan.

The man before me is a true god of death.

In the world of martial arts, feuds often end in the slaughter of entire sects; but Lin Xuan's army of thousands has slain tens of thousands of enemies.

Not to mention his years of campaigning in the north and south of Beiliang, during which he killed the Northern Python Barbarians—in Yan County alone, the number of grassland people who died at his hands was countless.

"Zhu Duanhe".

Beside her, Mu Qing'er picked up the roster, and the scholar whose name was called stepped forward and bowed.

"I heard you studied at an academy?"

Lin Xuan spoke.

"Reporting to the General, I have indeed studied at the academy for five years."

Zhu Duanhe maintained a respectful yet assertive attitude.

"What are you studying?"

he asks.

"art of war."

Zhu Duanhe replied.

Lin Xuan asked, "Do you understand military tactics and deployment? Are you capable of procuring supplies and logistics?"

"Understand."

Zhu Duanhe nodded.

Do you believe you are qualified for the position in the Military Affairs Department?

Lin Xuan asked again.

"Can."

Zhu Duanhe nodded again.

"Ziyuan, do you think he's capable of handling this?"

He glanced sideways at Wang Qing.

"OK."

Wang Qing responded.

"That's settled then."

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on Zhu Duanhe's face: "Within three months, can you formulate a conquest plan targeting the grassland tribes?"

"Can."

Zhu Duanhe remained calm.

Those around them looked on with envy.

"Next, Zhuge Qing."

Mu Qing'er read out the next name.

A young man stepped out of the line. He was about twenty years old and had a rather unattractive appearance. He wasn't exactly handsome; in fact, he was rather ugly.

His facial features are not symmetrical.

"What are your orders, General?"

Zhuge Qing bowed and clasped his hands in a respectful manner.

Lin Xuan showed no impatience or disdain, but simply asked, "What are you good at?"

"Planning strategies."

Zhuge Qing stood up straight, his attitude calm.

"I will temporarily serve as a staff officer in the General's Office, on a three-month probationary period."

Lin Xuan said.

None of these twenty-odd scholars were rejected, after all, Wang Qing had screened them beforehand, so he was fairly confident.

If they can't produce decent results during the assessment period, it's not too late to let them leave.

"Po Jun" (破军).

Mu Qing'er glanced at the roster and called out Po Jun's name.

Po Jun stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The market index."

Lin Xuan waved, and Da Pan'er stepped forward, carrying a simple, ancient-looking green sword with a sheath in his arms.

His face was aloof and cold.

"These martial artists are yours to deal with."

He stood up and stretched: "It's up to you whether you stay or leave."

"Yes, ma'am."

As the market trended downwards, Po Jun snorted coldly, his face showing displeasure, thinking that Lin Xuan was looking down on him.

The other martial artists also showed displeasure.

But they soon realized they were wrong, and terribly wrong.

But only three moves

Po Jun, whose cultivation had reached the Vajra Realm, was knocked from his hand by the long sword, and the cold tip of the Frost Sword was already pressed against his throat.

The shadow of death loomed over Po Jun, and he didn't even have time to react.

"It's alright."

Da Pan sheathed his sword, his tone indifferent: "What's your name?"

"Po Jun" (破军).

"You can stay and serve as a guard."

Da Pan'er turned his gaze to the other martial artists: "Let's all come at once, so as not to waste time."

The remaining twenty-odd martial artists looked at each other and finally attacked together. However, they were all defeated by Da Pan'er in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

In the end, including Po Jun, a total of seven warriors stayed behind to serve as guards of the General's Mansion.

As Lin Xuan stepped into the back garden, a figure quietly appeared and knelt on one knee.

"What happened?"

He frowned slightly.

Mie Shen pressed his wound and whispered, "We encountered a troublesome person in the Northern Python Kingdom. Lord Zhen Gang ordered me to come back and report."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know."

The God of Destruction replied, "She was a woman in white with reddish-purple eyes. Her martial arts were extremely high. Even when the six of us joined forces, we were defeated in less than ten moves."

"Crimson purple eyes."

Lin Xuan said calmly, "You should go heal your wounds first. I'll go find Zhen Gang and the others."

"Thank you, sir."

The god of destruction retreated.

Lin Xuan entered the house, took down the sheathed longsword hanging on the wall, took a step, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he rose into the air, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Listening to the flowers in the garden

Dapan'er and Mu Qing'er received Lin Xuan's secret message almost simultaneously, but neither of them showed any emotion.

Only after seeing off Prince Yuan and the group of literati did they return to the back garden, their expressions turning somber.

Who is it?

It turns out that the young master himself has to deal with it.

Over Yan County

A figure moved through the wind, sleeves fluttering, leaping a hundred feet in a single step, soaring through the air like a roc spreading its wings, without pausing for a moment.

After taking several steps, his breathing showed no signs of weakening.

The Qi of Three Returns to Origin protects the whole body, the Qi Sea circulates, and the internal energy is inexhaustible.

He closed his eyes, sensing the location of the Six Swords of Luo Wang and the others.

Zhengang was only a hair's breadth away from the Finger Profound Realm, and the other five were also quite strong. The six of them were invincible in the Northern Python Jianghu when they joined forces, but they were defeated in just a few moves by a woman.

The fact that the Destroyer God had to be sent back for help shows that the opponent's cultivation was unfathomable, and Lin Xuan had already made some guesses about his origins.

He closed his eyes, and a divine roar resounded within his mind, causing his body to suddenly accelerate.

"Grandpa, look! There's a really big bird in the sky."

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, a little girl with clear eyes tugged at the hem of an old man's clothes: "That bird flies so fast!"

"Where are the big birds?"

The old man looked up and saw only a hazy rain and mist filling the long sky; there was nothing else.

A light drizzle fell like silk, and a cool breeze caressed his face. In less than half an hour, Lin Xuan had crossed the border of Yan County, speeding across the sky above Duanlong Pass and heading straight into the heart of the Northern Python.

Such skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people, like those of a celestial being.

Martial artists above the Innate Realm often possess various mysterious and supernatural abilities, and their realm is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Yanri, go quickly to meet the six people."

Lin Xuan gave the order.

Deep within the Northern Python's territory, the man in black robes, Yan Ri, sheathed his long sword and gazed at the beautiful woman lying on the ground.

The other person's eyes widened, and their face turned pale.

"Who exactly are you?"

The woman asked weakly.

As a cultivator at the Finger Profound Realm, she was known as the Female Sword Immortal in the Northern Python Martial World, having roamed the martial world for over twenty years.

However, he was defeated in less than three moves by the black-robed man's sword.

Yan Ri scrutinized her for a moment, then frowned and whispered, "Your cultivation is somewhat lacking, and you are not young. Although your appearance is acceptable, you are already married. I wonder if you, sir, would be interested in someone like her."

"A scoundrel!"

A look of panic flashed across the beautiful woman's eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm and rebuked him angrily.