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

About half an incense stick's time had passed.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze arrived together, walking hurriedly.

"I am truly ashamed to have kept Young Hero Lin waiting. Please come up the mountain!" Yue Buqun was already all smiles and as enthusiastic as fire from a dozen steps away.

"On my first visit, etiquette must be observed. Facing a gentleman like Sect Leader Yue, we should be even more respectful," Lin Tian said with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting.

He was a master at reading people and playing along in his past life.

Sure enough, Yue Buqun beamed with joy upon hearing this, almost cracking his knuckles.

"Young Master Lin, you flatter me. I am unworthy of the title 'gentleman'." He waved his hand, then tentatively asked, "May I ask what brings you here, Young Master?"

"To be honest, Sect Leader Yue, the reason I came to Mount Hua this time is to find someone." Lin Tian's expression turned slightly serious.

"Oh?" Yue Buqun was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized, "Could it be my good-for-nothing disciple? He is indeed in seclusion at the Cliff of Repentance, but since Young Hero Lin has come in person, this punishment... can be put on hold for the time being."

"Sect Leader Yue has misunderstood," Lin Tian shook his head. "I'm not here to see Brother Linghu."

Now, Yue Buqun was truly dumbfounded.

Besides Linghu Chong, who else on Mount Hua has any connection with Lin Tian?

He frowned slightly: "Then... who exactly is the person Young Master Lin is searching for?"

Lin Tian didn't answer, his gaze fixed intently on Yue Buqun. After a moment, he slowly uttered three words—

"Feng Qingyang".

The moment the name "Feng Qingyang" was uttered, Yue Buqun felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling.

The look of horror in his eyes was a hundred times stronger than when he witnessed Lin Tian kill Tiansong Daoist with a single sword strike!

Even Ning Zhongze, who was standing next to him, changed color instantly and his breath caught in his throat.

Only the disciples behind Yue Buqun looked at each other, completely bewildered and clueless.

"Father, who is Feng Qingyang? Does our Huashan Sect have such a person?" Yue Lingshan had grown up in Huashan since childhood and had never heard of this name before. Her curiosity was immediately piqued.

The battle of sword energy is the deepest scar hidden by the Huashan Sect. In that battle, almost all of the sect's top experts were killed, and the sect suffered a severe blow, falling directly from the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance to the bottom of the rankings, struggling even to catch its breath.

How could Yue Buqun easily bring up such a shameful past? Let alone tell his daughter. To the outside world, they always said it was due to a plague—too many people had died, so they had to find a plausible excuse.

Right now, he had no time to explain. His eyes were fixed on Lin Tian, ​​his voice trembling: "Young Master Lin, what you just said... is it true? Uncle Feng... is he still alive?!"

As he said this, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

After the uproar over Liu Zhengfeng's retirement from the martial arts world, the Songshan Sect's ambitions had long been unbridled—the annexation of the Five Sacred Mountains was inevitable. During this period, Yue Buqun was constantly on edge, overwhelmed with worry.

On Mount Song, Zuo Lengchan, a mere Perfected Acquired Realm cultivator, was terrifying enough. Among the Thirteen Protectors, four were also Acquired Realm experts, and the rest were all top-tier first-rate fighters. In contrast, Mount Hua? Aside from Zuo Lengchan himself, who could barely be considered a Great Perfected Acquired Realm cultivator, only Ning Zhongze, a mere Initial Perfected Acquired Realm cultivator, was left to hold their own. The difference in strength was utterly overwhelming, leaving not a trace.

So even knowing that Laudenuo was a spy planted by Zuo Lengchan, he could only remain silent. After all, he couldn't and dared not make a move.

But when people endure for too long, their minds can easily become twisted. The seeds of the ruthless and vicious Yue Buqun were sown at this very moment.

Now, Lin Tian's words were like a thunderclap: "Your Huashan sect actually has a heaven-defying old monster hidden away, strong enough to take on the entire Songshan sect single-handedly, comparable to the legendary Dongfang Bubai!"

How could Yue Buqun not be excited? His heart almost jumped out of his chest!

"It's true, of course." Lin Tian nodded calmly. "As far as I know, Feng Qingyang is currently living in seclusion on the back of Mount Hua, near the Cliff of Contemplation."

"Good! Hahaha... That's great! Uncle Feng is still alive! Still alive!" Yue Buqun suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his eyes reddening, almost losing control.

"What...what exactly did you say to my father?" Yue Lingshan had never seen her father so out of control. Her eyes widened as she pointed at Lin Tian and questioned him angrily.

She remembered clearly how this guy outside Fuzhou had terrified her.

"Shan'er, stop fooling around." Ning Zhongze grabbed her and said softly, "Your father is... just too happy."

She understood best how heavy the burden was on Yue Buqun's shoulders.

After a long while, Yue Buqun slowly calmed down, turned to Lin Tian, ​​and cautiously asked, "Young Hero Lin, may I ask what brings your Uncle Xunfeng here?"

"I have long admired the name of the 'Sword Saint' and have come here to learn from him." Lin Tian's tone was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable sharpness.

"this……"

Yue Buqun was momentarily speechless. Agree? He wasn't qualified. Refuse? He didn't have the guts.

It's a dilemma, a difficult situation.

Finally, he could only come up with a compromise: "How about I, Yue, lead the way and accompany Young Hero Lin to the Cliff of Repentance? As for the sword duel... let Uncle Feng decide that himself?"

"Alright." Lin Tian nodded slightly. "Then I'll trouble Sect Leader Yue to lead the way."

Yue Buqun stepped aside, raised his hand, and said respectfully, "Young Master Lin, please."

The four set off, heading straight for the back of Mount Hua. The other disciples were all sent back to practice their skills and were not allowed to follow.

……

On the Cliff of Contemplation, Linghu Chong was idly counting ants to pass the time.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my spirits lifted.

"The food is being delivered so early? And... why are there so many people here?"

He leaned out and saw Lin Tian and his group climbing the steps.

"Master? Mistress? Junior Sister? And... Brother Lin?!" Upon seeing who it was, Linghu Chong's eyes lit up. "What brings you here? Did you bring any wine? Let's have a couple of drinks!"

Normally, if Linghu Chong acted so disrespectfully, Yue Buqun would have already given him a dressing down. But today, he couldn't care less about such things.

Suddenly, he lifted the hem of his long robe, knelt down with a thud before the Cliff of Repentance, and loudly proclaimed, "Yue Buqun, the unworthy disciple of Mount Hua, respectfully requests my martial uncle to appear before me!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already kowtowed nine times.

Ning Zhongze remained silent, then pulled the bewildered Yue Lingshan down to kneel with him and kowtowed.

"Brother Linghu, long time no see." Lin Tian noticed Linghu Chong was still in a daze and teased him with a smile, "Why aren't you kowtowing yet? What are you waiting for?"

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, then realized—his master was kneeling, how could he still stand?

Without hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed nine times.

But even after the ninth fall, the mountain wind howled, the grass and trees swayed, and the Cliff of Contemplation remained deserted.

Yue Buqun's face was grave, and his voice trembled slightly: "Uncle-Master Feng, I beg you to show yourself! During the sword qi conflict of that year, Mount Hua plummeted in power. I tried my best to hold it up, but I couldn't reverse the decline. Now, Mount Song's ambitions are clear; it wants to devour the Five Sacred Mountains. I am isolated and helpless. I can only implore you to come out of seclusion and take control of Mount Hua once more!"

He wept bitterly, his mournful cries echoing against the cliff face, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, unanswered by anyone.

Clearly, Feng Qingyang had no intention of showing himself. If he were truly willing to intervene, how could Mount Hua have fallen to its current state?