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

"Liangzhou City".

She did not reveal that she came from Beimang, but only casually mentioned a place name in Beiliang.

After the waiter finished registering her, he led her upstairs to check in.

"If you need anything, just come downstairs and let me know."

After saying this, the waiter was about to leave, but was stopped by Nangong Pu She: "Do you know how to get to the General of the Northern Garrison's mansion?"

"Go straight along East Street until the end, then turn right and continue until the very end."

"That's what the guy replied."

"It's alright, you can go now."

"Okay."

These days, almost every day people are asking about the location of the General of the North's Mansion. Most of them are martial arts practitioners who come for the Sharpening Knife Hall.

The waiter saw that although Nangong Pushe was a woman, she carried two swords and traveled alone, so he guessed that she was also a person of the martial arts world, and that was why he came.

She poured herself a cup of hot tea, put her luggage away, and opened the window.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes blew against my face.

The icy snowflakes clung to my face, the chill seeping into my very bones.

She removed her straw hat, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Sharpening Knife Hall".

She murmured to herself, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

As a member of the Northern Python Clan, she was very familiar with the name Lin Xuan.

Whether they are from prominent families or ordinary people, they have inevitably heard rumors related to Lin Xuan over the years.

On a certain day of a certain month, Lin Xuan led his army to a great victory over the Northern Python Cavalry.

On a certain day of a certain month, Lin Xuan killed the Northern Python soldiers and generals, taking countless heads.

Throughout the Northern Python court and among the common people, the two most hated individuals were Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Liang, and Lin Xuan, who was known as the Butcher.

People often cursed, asking the heavens when Xu the Cripple would die when they were in a good mood, and complaining about why the butcher Lin Xuan had not yet died when they were in a bad mood.

However, Nangong Pushe did not harbor much resentment towards this butcher. Her departure from Beimang and her entry into Yan County were not due to personal or national grievances.

I had only heard of the name "Sharpening Knife Hall" and wanted to come and see for myself.

The next day

Nangong Pushe, dressed in loose white robes and with two swords at his waist, headed towards the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

The waiter, clearing away the leftover food on the table, said to the manager, "Look, another arrogant fool has come along, wanting to go to the Sharpening Hall to challenge the General to a sword duel."

"Most people in the martial arts world are like this."

The shopkeeper didn't even look up: "Always so arrogant, never knowing his own limitations, how dare he challenge the Great General? It's nothing but wishful thinking."

"It's such a pity that she has such a beautiful face."

"Quickly fetch the register; the officials from the Criminal Investigation Department should be arriving shortly."

About half an hour later

Nangong Pushe arrived at the gate of a spacious mansion, where soldiers stood guard on both sides.

She looked up at the plaque above the door.

Yes, it's here.

The plaque reads "General Zhenbei's Residence".

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"Are you also here to test your knives at the sharpening shop?"

Upon seeing her appearance, the gatekeeper took the initiative to ask her something.

"Yes."

Nangong Pushe nodded.

"Come with me."

One of them pushed open the gate and led Nangong's servants into the mansion, heading towards the Sharpening Knife Garden.

"Another one has arrived."

A maid sweeping snow in the distance saw this and said to the maid beside her, "How many is this today?"

"It should be the fifth one."

"The previous ones were all just empty names. They couldn't even get into the Sharpening Hall, let alone test their swords against the General."

"It appears to be a woman."

"She's really beautiful."

"I wonder if she can get in."

I think it's difficult.

"They must be like the others before them, trying their luck."

If you're lucky enough, you might become famous overnight.

Nangong Pushe's ears twitched slightly, and he clearly heard the conversation between the two maids in the distance.

The soldiers led her to the outside of the Sharpening Garden and then stopped.

"Lord Po Jun, someone has come to test his sword."

"Who is it?"

Po Jun emerged from within, carrying a sword in his arms. Upon seeing the woman in white, he coldly sneered, "Another one of these kinds of people."

He then turned around and said, "Come with me."

"Such a heavy killing intent."

Nangong Pushe felt a chill run down her spine; she could sense a sharp sword intent and killing intent emanating from Po Jun.

"This person cultivates the sword of slaughter."

"The General of the North's Mansion is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide."

She pondered to herself.

"Is someone else here?"

Helian Bo, who was sweeping snow, looked up and glanced at the white-clad woman following behind Po Jun. After a slight pause, he said, "She's a bit stronger than the previous ones."

After saying that, he continued sweeping the snow with his head down.

Helian Bo's casual glance sent a chill down Nangong Pu She's spine.

Master

Another expert

She could glean some insight into the depths of Po Jun's abilities, but she couldn't see through Helian Bo at all.

"That is the Sharpening Hall."

Po Jun pointed to a simple stone house next to the bamboo grove in the courtyard, with a stele standing beside it.

"The Great General is among them."

Thank you.

Nangong Pu She nodded, clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the stone house, and said, "Nangong Pu She of the Northern Python has come to the Sharpening Knife Hall to request General Lin to instruct me in swordsmanship."

"Northern barbarians?"

Upon hearing this, Po Jun, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the long sword in his bosom was drawn from its sheath without warning.

"Clang—"

A chilling blade of light slashed straight at the woman in white, but Nangong Pushe barely managed to dodge it by slightly shifting his body to the side.

"clang!"

The blunt knife at her waist, barely three inches long, was drawn with a snap, blocking Po Jun's follow-up attack.

Why the sudden ambush?

Nangong Pu's face was covered in frost.

"You come from the North."

Po Jun's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "The so-called test of the sword is probably a pretext; his real purpose is to assassinate the General."

Before the words were even finished, the blade pressed down again.

In the knife sharpening hall

Lin Xuan, who was comprehending the Three Swords of Avici Hell, slowly opened his eyes.

"Nangong Pu She..."

He curled his lips slightly, then raised his voice and said, "Po Jun, sheath your sword."

Upon receiving the order, Po Jun immediately retreated.

The woman in white sheathed her sword, and as she turned around, a figure in a white robe quietly stood in front of the Sharpening Hall.

"General, this woman is an assassin from the Northern Frontier."

Po Jun reported solemnly, his gaze still fixed on Nangong Pu She.

"Could there be such a blatant assassin coming to our door?"

Nangong Pu She scoffed coldly.

"General Wakabayashi is afraid to accept the challenge from the people of the North, so I will leave immediately."

After saying that, she made a move to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, smiling calmly: "So you are Minister Nangong?"

"Does the General know my name?"

She turned and stood still in the swirling snow, raising her eyes to meet the figure in the distance.

The man was also dressed in a white robe, and a fierce wind swept in, carrying snowflakes that swirled around him.

The moment his eyes met those eyes, Nangong Pushe had a sudden illusion, as if everything about him was laid bare.

This sense of profound insight made her extremely uncomfortable, so she turned her gaze away and refused to meet Lin Xuan's eyes.

I've heard a little about it.

The man in white nodded slightly.

"After all, your father's name once resounded far and wide."

As Lin Xuan finished speaking, a subtle, enigmatic meaning flashed across his face, a mixture of praise and sarcasm.

The woman in white grew increasingly cold, her right hand resting on the hilt of her sword at her waist, her voice low and deep: "I have no father."

"Whether it exists or not is irrelevant."

Lin Xuan didn't take it to heart: "Since you've come to the Sharpening Hall to test your skills, you should know the rules here."

"The hall contains ten sword manuals that have reached the pinnacle of skill, enabling one to attain the realm of a terrestrial immortal; it also holds three thousand superior martial arts techniques, which can reach the level of celestial phenomena cultivation."

"If you can enter this hall and practice a move or two under my command, you may choose one of my techniques."

"If defeated, you must remain at the General of the North's residence and await further orders."

"how?"

He looked at Nangong Pushe and said calmly, "If you wish, draw your sword; if not, leave on your own."

"But once the sword is drawn, if one changes one's mind, the hand holding the sword must be severed before one may leave."

Po Jun, standing to the side, added with a sneer: "Some time ago, a man named Liu Xuanjiang tried to break his contract after his defeat."

He was right-handed when wielding a knife, so I severed his right arm.

The woman in white remained silent for a moment, secretly assessing the situation: if she were to actually draw her sword, her chances of winning would be extremely slim.

But she was unwilling to miss this opportunity.

The purpose of heading south into the Central Plains was to gain experience and improve oneself.

As the General Who Guards the North, Lin Xuan's swordsmanship is undoubtedly among the top three in the world, or even the best among swordsmen of his time.

If you can follow him, you will surely benefit greatly.

Moreover, although the collection of books in the General of the North's Mansion is not as good as that in the Listening to the Tide Pavilion of Beiliang, it is still quite considerable.

However, to obtain this opportunity, one must pay the price of a lifetime of dedication, which makes Nangong Pu She hesitate.

Lin Xuan did not urge her, but stood quietly waiting for her decision.

After a moment, the woman in white raised her eyes and looked directly at him, saying in a deep voice, "I have three questions."

If the General agrees, what harm is there in being driven around for life?

"Please feel free to speak."

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If I stay in the General's Mansion, may I enter the realm of terrestrial immortals?"

She parted her lips slightly.

"Can."

Lin Xuan answered decisively.

"May I have the opportunity to view all the martial arts techniques within the Sharpening Hall?"

"OK."

"From now on, General, could you help me take one person's life?"

This became Nangong Pu She's last question.

"OK."

Lin Xuan agreed again.

"Doesn't the general want to ask who I'm supposed to kill?"

Her gaze was indifferent.

"No need to know."

The man in white simply replied, "I would trade one life for a future master who will ascend to the level of a terrestrial immortal to serve me. Even if it is Old Monster Wang, I can still kill him."

He knew in his heart who Nangong Pu She wanted to kill, and even if she hadn't come today, Lin Xuan would have taken action against that person sooner or later.

For no other reason

He's just a powerful Northern Python expert.

It was just a casual favor.

"Does the general truly believe this?"

Nangong Pushe suddenly hesitated because Lin Xuan's answer was too straightforward.

"Once I've made a decision, I will never go back on it."

After saying this, Lin Xuan turned and walked into the Sharpening Hall: "Enter if you want, or leave if you don't."

"enter."

Nangong Pu spoke, carrying two long swords as she walked towards the Sharpening Hall. Her posture was slightly more composed than that of Po Jun back then.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and then stepped into the hall.

"Please, General, instruct me in swordsmanship."

"laugh"

One is long, the other is short; the long sword is heavy, while the short sword is sharp.

"boom"

As soon as she finished speaking, deep within the Sharpening Hall, the white-clad man pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed at her.

Almost simultaneously, Nangong Pushe also swung her sword to meet the attack, and her sword was even a fraction faster than Lin Xuan's.

After the seven pauses, the blade flashed suddenly, but before absolute power, all struggles were in vain.

"boom"

An invisible blade of energy rushed towards her, almost suffocating her; her eyes were filled with nothing but horror.

So terrifying

With a casual wave of his hand, the force surged like a raging torrent or a collapsing mountain.

"boom"

The blade energy burst forth, and Nangong Pushe was sent flying backward from the Sharpening Hall, falling into the snow in the courtyard.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xiu Dong and Chun Lei fell to the side, disappearing into the snow, their blades still trembling.

Po Jun watched this scene with indifference, then turned and left to practice his sword.

"Nangong girl, now you know how powerful the general is."

Helian Bo grinned and said, "Back then, I was just like you are now, unable to even withstand a single blow from a general."

Nangong Pushe stood up, wiped the blood from his lips, sheathed his twin swords, and staggered back toward the Sharpening Hall.

"Why did you come back?"

Lin Xuan, who was meditating in meditation, frowned slightly.

"Reading the records."

Nangong Pushe's voice was cold and clear.

"He is indeed diligent."

Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "Let's start by reading those five thousand volumes of mid-grade martial arts."

Your nineteen-step technique is acceptable, but your practice is still somewhat rough.

The sharpening room may not look large from the outside, but it is quite spacious inside, though it is dimly lit and requires candlelight even during the day.

Hanging on the four walls were long, sheathed swords, all sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, but she didn't even glance at them.

He headed straight for the five thousand scrolls of mid-grade martial arts manuals.

While the martial arts manuals stored in the Sharpening Hall are not as abundant as those in the Listening Tide Pavilion, they are still far superior to those of many famous sects in the martial arts world.

In addition, many secret manuals obtained from numerous masters of the Northern Python Sect were displayed here as part of their foundation.

"If there is anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

After saying this, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the second move of the Three Swords of Avici Hell—

The Hell Realm.

His realm has long surpassed that of most swordsmen in the world. Of the four realms of swordsmanship—qi, momentum, intention, and mind—Lin Xuan has reached the highest level: "mind."

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Transcending all techniques and constraints, one can wield the sword with one's heart, and after observing all the sword techniques in the world, one can freely use them.

Those who reach this fourth realm

The stronger one's mental state, the greater one's killing power. The hell realm surpasses even the human realm in terms of killing power.

However, Lin Xuan currently needs to use his Killing God Points to break through his cultivation level and overcome the barrier of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

He had no choice but to first comprehend the path of hell on his own.