Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

In the Battle of Xiangyang, the Mongol cavalry was annihilated. The Song Dynasty's territory expanded rapidly: Henan, Shandong, and Shaanxi were all recovered, and even the Mongol heartland was trampled flat by the iron hooves. The size of its territory far exceeded that of the Northern Song Dynasty at its peak.

When the news reached Lin'an, Emperor Lizong of Song was so excited that he couldn't sleep for three nights.

Who cares who did it? Anyway, he's the one sitting on the dragon throne, and his name is on the list of achievements! This monumental feat, history books dare not compare him to Qin Shi Huang or Emperor Wu of Han, but he undoubtedly surpasses Zhao Kuangyin.

On the day Lin Tian returned, Emperor Lizong of Song personally led hundreds of officials to greet him from ten miles away, making a grand spectacle of it.

But Lin Tian met him once, and didn't even touch the wine glass at the victory banquet. He turned around and headed straight for the ancient tomb on the outskirts of Lin'an.

……

"You're back."

Little Dragon Girl stood at the cave entrance, her white clothes as white as snow, her voice as cold as frost. But Lin Tian could see at a glance the deep longing in her eyes, like the undercurrent of spring water.

"Yes, I'm back." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the weariness of someone who hadn't washed away the dust of the journey.

"We agreed when you left that it would be at least three months, and at most half a year." She lowered her eyes, a faint hint of resentment rising in her cool tone, "Now... it's been eight months and seven days."

Lin Tian's throat tightened. Who could have predicted that Wang Yuyan would suddenly appear out of nowhere, dragging his return into the New Year's Eve period?

"Will you leave again?" she suddenly looked up.

Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat, and as if possessed, he deliberately nodded: "Yes."

The light in her eyes went out instantly. That dimming was as swift as a candle flame being extinguished by the wind. Lin Tian's heart tightened, and he was about to speak when he heard her softly say, "Next time... I'll go with you."

He paused, his gaze softening suddenly, and said gently, "Of course we'll go together. Didn't I promise you? This time when I come back, I'll take you back to Zhongnan Mountain, make the ancient tomb our home, and never leave you for the rest of our lives."

"Really?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a spark ignited in her eyes.

Lin Tian nodded, a smile spreading across his face: "Absolutely true. Go tell Granny Sun to pack her things, we'll set off tomorrow morning."

"Mmm." She lowered her head in response, and when she looked up again, her gaze was burning hot.

That night, the ancient tomb was silent, and the spring breeze broke through the walls.

This was their second time together, after by the lotus pond. She finally gave him her whole heart and body without reservation; and he, too, had long since sank into this deep, ancient tomb with her, never to return.

……

Deep within the ancient tombs of Zhongnan Mountain, a stone chamber stands as silent as death.

A soft sigh dissipated quietly.

"Between the legendary realm and the mythical realm, there truly is an insurmountable chasm... After half a year of studying the forty-ninth relief in the 'War God Record,' I still only see through the fog. What exactly is this so-called 'god'?"

More than three years have passed since Murong Fu was beheaded.

He and Xiaolongnu have been hiding in the ancient tomb for more than three years.

Lin Tian's cultivation has entered the legendary fourth realm, and he has comprehended the "War God Record" to the forty-eighth relief. He has also forged the one hundred and thirty-seventh piece of the True Formless Sword Bone.

His current condition is as follows:

Name: Lin Tian

Age: 29

Supernatural powers: Driving mountains and rivers, summoning wind and rain, and receiving divine mandate.

Understanding of artistic conception: The conception of death [perfect], the conception of earth [perfect], the conception of water [perfect].

Cultivation level: Fourth stage of the Legendary Realm

Cultivation Techniques: "War God's Illustrated Manual" [48th Relief], Nuwa Visualization Method, Formless Sword Bone [137 True Formless Sword Bones]

Martial Arts: Deadly Sword [Eighteenth Sword Realm], Nine Yin Martial Arts [Transcendental], Ten Strong Martial Arts [Transcendental], Soul Control Technique [Transcendental], Innate Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi [Transcendental], Spiritual Finger [Transcendental]...

Equipment: Abyss Rainbow [Purple Grade]

……

"Is it time to leave again? Although I'm reluctant to stay with Long'er a little longer, Dongfang is still waiting for me... Above the Myth, it'll be soon."

Lin Tian spoke softly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Husband, dinner is ready." Light footsteps sounded as Xiaolongnu pushed open the door and entered. Seeing him sitting quietly without rest, she called out softly.

"Long'er." Lin Tian looked up, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.

Xiaolongnu's body stiffened.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Husband...you're leaving, aren't you?"

Aside from the god-level card system, Lin Tian had already told her everything, including the existence of Dongfang.

"Hmm. I've made no progress in the past six months. This world is a shackle, unable to accommodate a higher realm. I want to stay with you, but the East is waiting for me." He lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into her pupils.

"Could...could I stay one more day?" she pleaded softly, like a withered leaf in the wind.

Unlike the East, she never refused.

"Okay," he answered readily.

……

The next morning, the stone chamber was dimly lit, with a cold stone bed. Lin Tian gazed at the still-sleeping Little Dragon Girl in his arms, her face as cold as frost, and sighed softly.

Unwilling to face parting, he silently recited the system's instructions, preparing to depart.

"Are you really leaving?"

The person in his arms suddenly spoke. Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat—it turned out that she hadn't slept a wink all night.

"Mmm." His voice was hoarse.

She kept her eyes closed, only whispering, "Ten years, twenty years, even a hundred years... I will wait for you to come and get me. Forever."

Just like the ten-year promise made to the East back then.

Lin Tian remained silent, his figure gradually fading as the system activated its teleportation.

He was afraid to speak, and even more afraid that she would speak again—afraid that he would waver, afraid that he wouldn't be able to take a single step.

Just as her figure was about to disappear, he saw a single tear slide down her cheek and fall silently.

"This system is a piece of shit!!"

As soon as he landed, Lin Tian roared in anger. Separating lovers and severing two worlds—shouldn't this damn system be cursed?

"Please stop your pointless insults. If you wish to meet again, you must break through to the Mythical Realm." The system responded coldly.

"This system is a piece of shit!!"

He knew that cursing was useless, but he felt so frustrated that he had to get it off his chest.

He swore a couple of times, then let it go. He wasn't the type to complain or blame others.

Looking around, ancient trees towered overhead, the path was overgrown, and there was no sign of human habitation. Lin Tian frowned: "Where is this? How is time flowing?!"

This is what he cares about most.

"According to the host's memories, the current world is 'Qin's Moon: The Nine Songs of the Sky.' The time flow rate is thirteen times that of the Smiling Proud Wanderer world and ten times that of the Condor Heroes world."

Lin Tian breathed a slight sigh of relief—the flow of time was extremely fast, and after decades of arduous cultivation, he was absolutely confident that he could break through to the pinnacle of mythology.

"Nine Songs of the Sky, singing as one ascends to the heavens... It turns out to be here." He narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn.

He never imagined he would end up in this world. This place... it's hard to describe.

If I had to sum it up in one word—chaos!

In terms of martial prowess alone, he could easily sweep across the entire land.

But this world is more than just martial arts. The Yin-Yang School's unpredictable arts, the Azure Dragon's Seven Constellations concealing heavenly secrets, the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book guiding destiny, and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden descending to the mortal realm…

Especially the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden... ha.

If it were that true big shot from the primordial era… Lin Tian didn’t even dare to continue the thought.

In Lin Tian's eyes, Qin's Moon is not a martial arts world at all, but more like a fantasy era in the end times where spiritual energy is depleted and the Great Dao has collapsed.

Even a starved camel is still bigger than a horse, but one must be wary of capsizing in a ditch. Going forward, one cannot be too reckless; excessive arrogance will inevitably lead to downfall sooner or later.