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

However, this does not mean that he is a pushover.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this for now. Since I'm in the world of 'Nine Songs of the Sky,' the system can't possibly throw me a hundred thousand miles away from Xinzheng," Lin Tian thought to himself.

The previous two landings—the Swordsman's Inn and The Return of the Condor Heroes' Mountain—were both starting points for the plots. This time will likely be no different.

He strolled aimlessly along a wild path, not caring whether he was heading in the right direction. A path is made by walking; as long as he kept walking, he'd eventually bump into someone and ask them.

Unfortunately, his luck wasn't good; after walking for several hours, he hadn't seen a single ghost. His stomach started to rumble in protest, so Lin Tian simply found a tree by the riverbank and sat down to rest.

With a flick of his fingers, two white cards quietly appeared in his palm.

With a gentle squeeze, a golden-brown, glistening roasted chicken appears out of thin air, its aroma instantly filling the air; with another crushed piece, a pot of warm wine condenses from the void, its rich fragrance sending shivers down one's spine with just a whiff.

The card space is boundless; anything he has ever used can be stored. But what Lin Tian cherishes most is, naturally, the ultimate enjoyment of food.

Traditional roasted chicken from Wushan in Hangzhou, century-old aged bamboo leaf green tea... paired with these green mountains and clear waters, it's simply the ultimate taste.

Unfortunately, this pleasant feeling didn't last long.

"Achoo!"

A sneeze broke the silence. A handsome young man staggered in, trembling and pale. He stood before Lin Tian, ​​hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice:

"Brother, it's fate that we met in this desolate wilderness. May I have a couple of sips of your wine?"

Before he finished speaking, his hand had already reached for the wine pot, acting as if they were old friends.

The next moment, the movement came to an abrupt halt.

"I wouldn't mind cutting off your hand." Lin Tian slightly raised his eyelids, his tone as cold as ice.

He might have laughed it off on other days, but today he was in a terrible mood. He was cuddling with his wife at home this morning, and then he was thrown into this godforsaken wilderness at noon. Who could stand that?

The young man sheepishly withdrew his hand, watching helplessly as Lin Tian leisurely ate the roast chicken and sipped the wine, inwardly cursing his bad luck.

He tried to catch a fish but failed, fell into the river and caught a cold, lost his purse, and is now starving while others are enjoying a life of luxury.

The roasted chicken was fatty but not greasy, with oil droplets rolling into the fire and crackling; the aroma of the wine was so rich that just the smell alone was enough to make one's soul fly away.

For an alcoholic like him, it was practically torture, a form of slow slicing.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Lin Tian had only eaten half a chicken and a small pot of wine, the young man finally couldn't resist, swallowed hard, and cautiously probed:

"Brother... I'm starving and freezing, could you... give me these scraps... to fill my stomach?"

Even in his current state of poverty, he had never bowed his head to beg for food. But now, the aroma of the wine was like a poison, driving him to the brink of madness.

"What does your hunger have to do with me? Why should I give you charity?" Lin Tian glanced at him indifferently.

The young man's face froze, and he was speechless. Yes, why should they give it to you?

Gritting his teeth, he unfastened a sapphire necklace from his neck and handed it over with a pained expression:

"Young master Han Fei, this chain is priceless, worth at least five hundred gold... How about exchanging it for half a chicken and half a pot of wine?"

If Lin Tian refuses again, he can only stare helplessly and continue to be a pitiful creature who can only sigh longingly at the wine.

Han Fei?!

Lin Tian suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and looked the man up and down, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Isn't this the same male protagonist from "The Legend of Qin" who shouts "I want ninety-nine of the seven kingdoms" but ends up getting crushed by fate?

"Okay," Lin Tian said.

With a gentle touch, the necklace flew directly into his palm as if drawn by a force.

Han Fei's pupils contracted slightly. Although he was not skilled in martial arts, he had seen extraordinary things at Xiaoshengxianzhuang—he could retrieve objects from a distance, and his internal strength had at least reached the pinnacle.

But he didn't think much of it. Right now, his entire mind was completely focused on that half-pot of wine and half a roast chicken.

After all, he was more than just an alcoholic.

He was also a drunkard who hadn't eaten for two days.

Han Fei grabbed the wine jug, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes suddenly shone with an astonishing brightness. The next second, he abruptly turned his head, his expression one of deep resentment that could drip water, and stared intently at Lin Tian: "Oh dear... Brother Lin, I really shouldn't have drunk your wine today!"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.

Han Fei, however, let out a long sigh, as if his soul had been stolen: "Having drunk your wine, I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch any other wine afterward!"

They might cry and whine, but their hands are busier than anyone else's.

A sip of wine, a bite of glistening, fragrant roasted chicken leg;

With his cheeks puffed out, eyes squinted, and lips upturned, he practically had the words "This is awesome!" etched onto his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, the pot was empty, and only a few bare bones remained of the chicken carcass. Han Fei, completely satisfied, sprawled out on the grass, his belly slightly bulging, and grumbled, "Full, really full..."

"Oops!" He suddenly slapped his forehead, sat up straight, and gave an embarrassed smile. "I was so busy making things that I didn't even ask Brother Lin's name!"

"Lin Tian".

Lin Tian glanced at him and shook his head inwardly—this guy was truly outrageous.

"So it's Brother Lin!" Han Fei immediately cupped his hands in greeting, his smile warm. "By the way, may I ask where Brother Lin is headed?"

Although Lin Tian was empty-handed and didn't seem to be traveling, this desolate mountain wilderness was so remote that it was hard to even see a wisp of smoke.

"Xinzheng".

"Oh?!" Han Fei's eyes lit up instantly, and he slapped his thigh. "What a coincidence! I'm just about to head to Xinzheng! How about we travel together? What do you think, Brother Lin?"

Despite the ups and downs of two lifetimes, his appearance remained unchanged, but his aura became imposing. Han Fei subconsciously shrank in his presence, and referring to himself as "little brother" came out naturally without any sense of incongruity.

Lin Tian's lips curled up, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He pointed at Han Fei's snow-white steed and said, "Fine—let me ride your horse, and I'll go with you."

"Huh?!" Han Fei froze on the spot. After hesitating for two seconds, he tentatively forced a smile: "How about... we ride together?"

"I won't ride," Lin Tian said firmly. "I won't ride with a man."

……

On the ancient road where the rain was pouring down, a pair of lively characters stood out conspicuously.

A man sat steadily on a white horse, humming an off-key tune. The man, the horse, and his robes were all so dry that not a single strand of hair was wet.

The other person, arms crossed and shoulders hunched, trudged through the rain, teeth chattering, clothes clinging to his skin, looking like a drowned rat.

"Brother Lin... Brother Lin!" Han Fei stammered, looking up, his voice soft and timid. "I've just caught a cold. Please, kind sir, shelter me from the rain?"

Lin Tian lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "Okay."

Han Fei just grinned—

"Three hundred gold."

His face instantly fell into a grimace. He wailed, "Brother Lin! We've only gone halfway, and I already owe you two thousand taels of gold! Three hundred taels is enough to buy a three-courtyard house in Xinzheng! Can you give me a discount?"

Traveling with Lin Tian was a bittersweet experience.

This man had no hands, yet he could always conjure up fine wine, roasted meat, candied fruit, and dried fruit right under Han Fei's nose...

Along the way, Han Fei's purse was so empty it could be used as a drum.