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

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Half an incense stick later, Lin Tian walked out of the pawnshop with a satisfied expression, carrying a bulging bundle. Behind him, only the shopkeeper remained, slumped on the ground, his face ashen.

As for whether he would report it to the authorities? Lin Tian scoffed. "I risked my life to steal this money; I'd rather die than return it!"

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"Hmm... We've arrived, Zilan Pavilion." A slight smile played on his lips. "Ask anyone for directions and they'll answer instantly. It seems to be a well-known name in Xinzheng. True masters hide in plain sight. Who would have thought that this elegant place is actually a den of intelligence and assassins?"

Smiling, I stepped forward, and the door opened gently.

"Young master, would you like a meal or a place to stay?" A soft, gentle voice drifted over.

The woman before him had cascading purple hair, a slender waist, skin as smooth as jade, and fingertips as white as white jade. Especially her eyes; with a single glance, they could steal your soul. She approached gracefully, her skirt swaying slightly, each step leaving a fragrant trail.

Lin Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized him at a glance.

Purple Maiden!

The most alluring character in "The Legend of Qin," she is charming and captivating. He's more drawn to this type than Honglian.

"Checking in at a hotel." He smiled faintly.

With a loosening of his hand, the package fell to the ground with a whoosh, scattering golden light everywhere.

"This is the rent. Any future expenses will be deducted directly from this. Not enough? Tell me and I'll 'borrow' some more."

Zi Nu glanced down at the gold coins, and when she looked up again, her gaze held a more scrutinizing quality.

In Xinzheng, there are many people who spend lavishly; but there is absolutely no one like Lin Tian who throws a pile of gold coins around like pebbles.

Upon closer inspection, however, he was excessively ordinary—there was no spiritual energy fluctuation, and his cultivation was almost nonexistent. If one had to point out anything special about him, it would be his demeanor.

Even though she was used to seeing powerful and influential people in the Han Dynasty, Zi Nu had never encountered such a person before.

Transcendence.

Yes, those are the two words.

He seemed out of place in this chaotic world, more like a banished immortal stepping out of a painting. This thought suddenly surfaced, and even she found it absurd.

Born and raised here, how could we not belong to this era?

As for why his depth couldn't be discerned? It was simply because Lin Tian had already broken through the fourth realm and returned to his original simplicity. How could a mere Zi Nu, at the peak of the Innate Realm, possibly fathom his true potential?

"Does the young master intend to stay for an extended period?" she asked softly. This pile of gold coins was enough to keep him at Zilan Pavilion for more than half a year.

Zilan Pavilion has never accepted long-term guests. After all, it harbors too many secrets; one can guard against them for a while, but not against changes that may occur over time.

"It's hard to say." Lin Tian shrugged, his tone casual. "It could be seven days, it could be several months, or... one day I might suddenly feel like it and go for a stroll in Qin or have a drink in Zhao. That's all perfectly normal."

"Young master, please come with me—Wan'er, please collect the rent."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Zi Nu herself froze for a second. Logically, she should have refused Lin Tiancai, but the words "I won't accept" stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out.

Lin Tian smiled and followed leisurely.

The second floor was so quiet compared to the first floor that it felt like a completely different world—even the wind seemed to have slowed its pace.

"Young master, you carry a sword; could you perhaps be a swordsman?"

Although Yuanhong was not drawn, Zi Nu, with her sharp eyes, had already noticed the chilling aura lurking within the scabbard, indicating that it was no ordinary weapon.

"Hmm... I guess you could say that." Lin Tian smiled casually.

He wields a sword, but he is not a fanatical swordsman like Ximen Chuixue or Ye Gucheng.

Those two, their swords are their lives, and their lives are their swords; they can sever love and sever life and death.

Lin Tian is different—he respects himself and upholds the true essence of martial arts.

However, the sword is the most handy weapon and the one he is most skilled with, so if someone in the martial arts world asks him "Who are you?" and he answers "Swordsman," it's not considered a lie.

Zi Nu smiled, but didn't expose her.

In her eyes, the boy was just being stubborn but soft-hearted, afraid of losing face if he revealed his true colors.

"Um?"

Lin Tian suddenly stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared straight at the side room.

A gray-haired youth stood by the door, his black and gold robes as cold and sharp as a blade. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, his back like an unsheathed weapon.

Wei Zhuang!!

A descendant of the Strategists, and a master of the Horizontal Sword Technique!

As if eyes had sprouted from his back, Wei Zhuang suddenly turned his head—two gazes collided in mid-air, sparks flying.

Lin Tian's smile remained unchanged, but Wei Zhuang's brows furrowed, his eyes sharp enough to shave off a layer of frost.

"This lady is also a regular at my Purple Orchid Pavilion. As for her personality... it's not very likable." Zi Nu covered her mouth and chuckled, but her tone revealed a hint of protectiveness. "Young master, you must not provoke her."

She had a strange fondness for Lin Tian, ​​and her casual reminder was like secretly slipping him a piece of candy.

Lin Tian spread his hands, his face sincere: "Don't worry, Miss Zi Nu, I'm as timid as a mouse, lazy as a ghost, and possessed by a salted fish—my greatest ambition in life is to lie around basking in the sun. I find even turning over too much trouble, how could I dare to touch anything troublesome?"

Zi Nu chuckled: "Young Master is teasing you again."

"I'm not kidding."

He shrugged, his eyes frank—and there was no exaggeration in his words.

The prerequisite is that we first need to get Dongfang Bubai and Xiaolongnu to lie down together.

As for trouble?

Ha... Wei Zhuang at the Perfected Innate Realm?

Lin Tian sneered inwardly: He's not even strong enough to turn the tables.

"Young master, we've arrived."

Zi Nu stopped in front of an elegant wooden door, pushed it open, and said, "This is your room. If you need anything, just call the maid."

"Thanks, Miss Zi Nu." Lin Tian clasped his hands in a fist and blinked. "We'll see each other every day from now on, so calling me 'Young Master' is too formal—my name is Lin Tian, ​​just call me by my given name. See you tomorrow."

After thanking him, he turned and closed the door with a crisp "click."

Then—I lay on my back and fell asleep instantly.

Lin Tian regretted traveling with Han Fei.

This person walks as if he's writing the character "slow" in calligraphy. From the moment we met, it took him a full forty days to finally reach Xinzheng.

He regretted it, but Han Fei was filled with remorse.

Having just met with King Han An at the palace, Han Fei's first act upon returning home was to clear out his inventory—packing up all items worth over a hundred gold pieces and piling them into chests.

The people below looked at each other in bewilderment, but he only waved his hand and remained silent.

You can't exactly say, "I'm drowning in debt, and I have to sell my mansion to raise money, or I'll be sleeping on the streets tomorrow," can you?

Then Han Fei probably wouldn't even dare to leave the city gates of Xinzheng.

Inside another room in Zilan Pavilion.

At the window, Wei Zhuang tapped his fingertips on the windowpane, his voice deep and cold: "Who was that person just now?"

Zi Nu tilted her head and smiled: "What a strange guy. Lin Tian, ​​never heard of him before, but his swordsmanship is quite good—unfortunately, he probably doesn't know any martial arts."

"Doesn't know martial arts?" Wei Zhuang murmured.

"Hmm?" Zi Nu's eyes lit up. "Hidden well?"

Wei Zhuang shook his head: "He didn't hide anything. I watched him the whole time—his breathing was as even as an ancient well, without the slightest fluctuation of internal energy."

"Even you say so..." Zi Nu nodded. "It seems there is indeed something strange."

She trusted Wei Zhuang's judgment as much as she trusted the wine in her hand wouldn't spill.

"But what's even stranger is—"

Wei Zhuang's brows furrowed even deeper. "When he walks, talks, or even looks up at you, his breathing remains perfectly still. Even I can't do that. I've only ever seen it on my master."

That's a sign that inner strength has been refined to the bone.

"Oh?" Zi Nu paused, her fingertips pausing. "We need to keep a close eye on them."

"No need."

Wei Zhuang lowered his eyes, and the shark-tooth sword sheath silently sank under his sleeve. "If he dares to block my way... I never mind having another corpse under my sword."

Thirty years old?

Oh.

Among the younger generation, apart from Gai Nie, no one is worthy of making him unleash a second sword strike.