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

"Those who buy on credit have no right to haggle." Lin Tian didn't even raise his eyelids. "Besides—when you bought the wine, didn't you swear you were the Ninth Prince of Korea? Your coffers must be quite full, right?"

Han Fei was speechless.

After a three-second silence, I gritted my teeth and looked up at the sky—the rain was getting heavier.

He closed his eyes and said, "Deal! But the effect has to last until the rain stops!"

"No problem." Lin Tian snapped his fingers.

Commanding the wind and rain? A piece of cake.

With a slight release of his inner energy, Han Fei's soaked clothes instantly dried, and a warm current flowed into his limbs and bones, dispelling the chill and refreshing his mind.

"Thank you very much, Brother Lin!" Han Fei clasped his hands in thanks, his gratitude sincere.

"Value-added services," Lin Tian added with a smile, "one hundred gold coins."

"..."

Ah. As expected, Brother Lin's kindness always comes with a price tag.

……

"Brother Lin, ahead lies Xinzheng, the capital of my state of Han!" Han Fei raised his hand, pointing to the distant city walls, his tone arrogant and domineering. "While it cannot compare to the grandeur of Xianyang or the beauty of Sanghai, in terms of prosperity, it definitely ranks among the top five of the seven kingdoms!"

"Oh," Lin Tian replied indifferently, his gaze calm and unwavering.

Compared to the capital city and Shanghai in his previous life, even Lin'an Prefecture in the Condor Heroes world, Xinzheng seems dilapidated and shabby. Lin Tian would never look down on such a place.

"Han Fei, what's the most upscale place to stay in this city?" Lin Tian asked casually.

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's the royal palace," Han Fei blurted out.

Lin Tian glanced at him sideways, as if looking at a fool, and said in a low voice, "You mean you want me to kill Old King Han and then move in? Hmm... that's not impossible."

"Huh?" Han Fei finally realized what was happening, breaking out in a cold sweat. He quickly waved his hands, "Brother Lin! Please don't take this seriously!"

He had witnessed all sorts of outrageous methods Lin Tian had used along the way, and if they really got into a fight, assassinating the King of Han would be no joke.

Scratching his head, Han Fei quickly corrected himself: "Uh... it should be Zilan Pavilion."

"Purple Orchid Pavilion?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Isn't that a brothel?"

"A brothel?!" Han Fei exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide. "Brother Lin, who told you that?"

"No?" Lin Tian frowned.

"Of course not!" Han Fei shook his head repeatedly. "You mustn't say that in the city, or those powerful and wealthy people will surround you and tear you apart. I know you're not afraid, but too much trouble is annoying. However—" He paused, then said with a pained expression, "Just one night's stay costs ten gold coins."

As he spoke, his face almost scrunched up.

"It doesn't matter, you still owe me five thousand three hundred gold." Lin Tian dismounted, casually tossed the reins to the dumbfounded Han Fei, and strode into the city.

"Brother! You're finally back! I missed you so much!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out from behind.

Lin Tian paused slightly and turned his head to look—it was a girl of fifteen or sixteen, with a beautiful face. She was Han Fei's younger sister, the future Chi Lian, who would strike fear into the hearts of the Quicksand organization. But for now, she was just an innocent and carefree princess of Korea, the Red Lotus.

Lin Tian looked away after just one glance.

He wasn't the kind of womanizer who slept with every girl he saw. With his strength and status, even after traversing two worlds, he only had Dongfang and Xiaolongnu by his side. Besides, this girl in front of him wasn't even fully grown up yet.

"Brother, who is he?" Honglian asked, clinging to Han Fei's arm as she curiously watched Lin Tian's retreating figure.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei chuckled. "Your brother just came back from Sanghai, and instead of asking if you're tired, you're concerned about another man? Oh—I see, Honglian, you're getting on in years, aren't you feeling the stirrings of spring?"

"Hmph!" Honglian stomped her foot angrily. "You bully me as soon as you get back! What kind of lousy books were you studying in Sanghai? Nobody in the palace plays with me! And you went missing! Several groups of people went to look for you, but they couldn't even find a trace of you!"

"Ah... I like peace and quiet." Han Fei said, feigning profundity.

"Peace and quiet? I bet you've been hiding somewhere drinking, haven't you?!" She stared at Han Fei's bare neck, raising an eyebrow. "Where's the necklace I gave you? You didn't use it to trade for alcohol, did you?"

Han Fei's heart tightened, and he immediately changed the subject: "Oh my, little sister, it's been so long! You've grown even more beautiful!"

Oh no, I have to hurry and find Brother Lin to redeem the necklace... But when I thought about how I still owed him more than 5,000 gold, I was filled with despair.

For a noble Korean prince, five thousand gold coins is no small sum.

The necklace that was currently lying on the pawnshop counter, which Lin Tian had brought to pawn, was for a simple reason: he had no money.

Cards drop for everything except money.

According to the system, money is too vulgar.

Lin Tian was utterly speechless. He just wanted to ask one question: Are straw mats and roast duck somehow superior?

Although Han Fei owed him a lot, after all, they had traveled together for a month. It was rather inhumane for him to block the door and demand repayment as soon as he returned to the city.

But if this guy is still pretending to be dead after ten days or half a month... then don't blame him for splashing black dog blood at the palace gate and writing a line of large characters:

"Han Fei is a bastard, he's a gambler and womanizer who owes 5,300 gold coins, and he ran away with his sister Honglian..."

"Shopkeeper, how much can I pawn this chain for? I'll pawn it all." Lin Tian threw the necklace onto the counter.

The portly shopkeeper picked it up and examined it, his eyes gleaming – a fine item! It must be from the palace!

He remained expressionless and slowly began to examine her.

After a long pause, the shopkeeper shook his head and sighed softly, his gaze falling regretfully on Lin Tian: "This chain is indeed finely crafted, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. But that sapphire in the middle—it's so big, anyone with a discerning eye can tell it's a fake. However, considering the rarity of the craftsmanship, I'll offer twenty gold coins for it. Here, the contract is written, you sign it, and the money will be in your account immediately."

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up his pen and started writing rapidly on the cotton cloth.

Twenty gold coins?!

Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly; he hadn't missed the fleeting shock in the shopkeeper's eyes just now.

Besides, he knew that this necklace was worth at least five hundred gold coins.

Money meant nothing to him. He originally planned to save up three or four hundred gold coins, which would be enough for him.

But he wasn't afraid of suffering losses; he was just afraid of being taken advantage of.

"Here, take a look at the contract." The shopkeeper handed over the cotton cloth.

In this era, paper had not yet been invented, and writing was mostly recorded on bamboo slips, animal hides, or cotton cloth.

Lin Tian remained silent, then flicked his wrist—the Yuanhong longsword slammed heavily onto the table, its blade trembling slightly, a flash of cold light appearing. His gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced the short, stout shopkeeper, his voice as cold as ice: "Shopkeeper, name your price again. How much gold is this necklace worth?"

In that instant, the shopkeeper seemed to be dragged into a battlefield of carnage, surrounded by surging waves of blood and mountains of corpses.

"...Two hundred gold coins." He swallowed hard.

"What did you say?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Seven...seven hundred gold!" the shopkeeper stammered, cold sweat sliding down his fat face.

Lin Tian remained motionless, only slowly placing his hand back on the hilt of his sword.

This action was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Sir...Sir!!" The shopkeeper's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud. "I still have 1,800 taels of gold in my shop! I'll give it all to you! Please spare my life! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a three-month-old baby to raise..."