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

Lin Tian stood aside, his expression indifferent, not expecting Yue Buqun to be able to persuade that legendary sword master.

"The Maiden Returns to the Unreal, the Unreal Leads to the Common People, the Common People Leads to the Great Possession..."

He suddenly spoke, his tone calm yet each word like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Yue Buqun was completely bewildered, his eyes filled with confusion. Linghu Chong, on the other hand, twitched his eyebrows slightly, as if he had grasped something.

Lin Tian offered no explanation, and continued to murmur:

"Jia transforms into Bing, Bing transforms into Geng, Geng transforms into Gui. The transition between Zi and Chou, the transition between Chen and Si, the transition between Wu and Wei. Wind and thunder are one transformation, mountains and lakes are one transformation, water and fire are one transformation... Qian and Kun stimulate each other, Zhen and Dui stimulate each other, Li and Xun stimulate each other, three increases to five, five increases to nine..."

Before he finished speaking, a gentle breeze suddenly arose from the cliff.

A white figure swept in, like a lone crane under the moon, standing silently.

Wearing a long gray cloth robe and with snow-white hair and beard—it was Feng Qingyang.

His gaze was like a blade, piercing straight at Lin Tian: "Where did you learn the general principles of the Dugu Nine Swords?!"

"A chance encounter." Lin Tian chuckled, his tone as casual as if he were talking about how many bowls of rice he had eaten that day.

But secretly, I breathed a sigh of relief: They're finally out! If they hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to come up with the rest of the lyrics.

"Master Feng!" Yue Buqun was so excited when he saw the person appear that he almost trembled.

Feng Qingyang glanced at him indifferently, his eyes expressionless, and then looked away, as if looking at him any longer would be a waste.

He stared at Lin Tian and coldly questioned, "How did you find the Cliff of Repentance? What is your purpose in forcing me to show myself?"

"I guessed." Lin Tian shrugged. "I'm looking for you to have a sword duel."

"A sword duel?" Feng Qingyang frowned. "I have long since sheathed my sword and retired from the martial world, no longer involved in its grudges. Please leave."

His tone was calm, showing no sign of fighting.

Lin Tian nodded, as if he had expected this reaction. Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his voice softened, yet it carried a chilling undertone:

"Fine. I don't like to force people. Since you're unwilling to take action... then I'll slaughter everyone on Mount Hua first, and see if you can still sit still then."

Upon hearing this, the heavens and earth seemed to freeze.

Feng Qingyang grew up on Mount Hua. Even though he retired due to the sword qi dispute, heartbroken, no one would believe he had no attachment to the mountain. Of all the world's wonders, why did he choose to hide on the Cliff of Contemplation? Wasn't it so that he could see the clouds over his beloved mountain from afar?

not to mention--

Just because he couldn't stand seeing Linghu Chong get beaten up by Tian Boguang, he passed on the heaven-defying Dugu Nine Swords? That's ridiculous. That's not like cabbage, something you can just give away.

Sure enough, the moment Lin Tian finished speaking, an extremely sharp killing intent exploded like thunder, instantly locking down all the meridians in his body.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were as cold as stars: "Try it."

Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun, who were standing to the side, were already dumbfounded.

Weren't we just discussing scriptures and doctrines? How come we're about to massacre everyone at Mount Hua in the blink of an eye?!

The plot twists are happening way too fast!

"Oh," Lin Tian responded softly, a strange smile slowly appearing on his face.

A flash of cold light, and the Pearl Sword was already in hand.

With a swift turn of the sword, as fast as lightning, it aimed straight for Linghu Chong's throat—fast, ruthless, and decisive, leaving no room for error!

If this sword strikes, it will pierce the throat and kill, leaving no chance of survival.

The incident happened so suddenly that Linghu Chong was still in shock and had no time to react.

With the sword tip only half a foot from his throat, Lin Tian not only didn't retract his sword, but instead intensified his attack.

Feng Qingyang finally changed his expression.

Linghu Chong had spent half a month on the Cliff of Repentance, observing his words, actions, and innate talent, and he had long intended to pass on his swordsmanship. How could he allow this man to slaughter his disciple before his very eyes?!

Lin Tian had calculated this point perfectly—if it were Yue Buqun, he was afraid that even if he chopped him down, Feng Qingyang wouldn't even blink.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyang appeared, blocking Linghu Chong's path.

With fingers pointing like a sword, he lightly touched the pearl-shaped blade.

Clang!

The sword rang out and vibrated. Lin Tian used the momentum to pull back his strength and thrust upwards. The sword's edge barely grazed Linghu Chong's neck, causing a strand of hair to fall.

Linghu Chong stood frozen in place, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Lin Tian.

"Brother Lin...you must have been joking just now, right?" Having just escaped death, even someone as fearless as Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

"Want me to demonstrate it for you again?" Lin Tian ignored him completely, his gaze fixed on Feng Qingyang, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph! Since you're courting death, don't blame me when you die." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, a chill suddenly rising between his brows.

The next instant, he raised his hand—

One move, one gesture, one handshake!

The long sword at Yue Buqun's waist suddenly left its sheath, as if seized by an invisible hand, and fell into Feng Qingyang's palm. The sword tassel trembled slightly, and although its sharpness was not yet revealed, it was already captivating.

Lin Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and a fierce light ignited in his eyes.

Capturing dragons and controlling cranes? This skill of retrieving objects from a distance is incredibly smooth and domineering!

It's important to understand that even with the power techniques from the Nine Yin Divine Claw, he could only manipulate objects within a seven or eight-meter radius at most. But Feng Qingyang's move spanned over ten meters, effortlessly and without any hesitation—the Innate Realm was indeed beyond the reach of any Acquired Martial Artist!

Just then, a card shimmering with iridescent light quietly appeared in Lin Tian's palm.

Quest cards?!

Having learned from past mistakes, he remained calm, merely smiling faintly and gently grinding his thumb and forefinger together.

Click.

The card shattered, and information flooded into my mind instantly:

[Quest Card: Defeat "Sword Saint" - Feng Qingyang]

[Task Time Limit: Six Hours]

[Quest Reward: 1 Orange Card]

……

"Defeat Feng Qingyang?" Lin Tian's lips slowly curled up, his eyes sharp as knives. "Perfect timing, a godsend."

Orange cards? Those are even more powerful than the Nine Yin Manual! What kind of incredible opportunity could that be? Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

He looked up, staring directly at Feng Qingyang, his voice like cold iron drawn from its sheath:

"My swordsmanship is called the Thirteen Deadly Swords. It has no fancy moves, no rules, no complicated techniques, only twelve killing moves. When the sword is drawn, it is only to take a life."

The martial arts philosophies of the ancient Chinese martial arts and the modern Chinese martial arts are fundamentally different, especially in swordsmanship. The modern Chinese martial arts emphasize skill and variation, with each move being exquisite; the ancient Chinese martial arts, on the other hand, advocates minimalism and focuses on the essence. A sword is inherently a weapon of destruction, and piling on ornate decorations becomes a burden. This is why sword masters are abundant in the world of the ancient Chinese martial arts.

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes.

The more complex the moves, the more openings there are. That's precisely the basis of the Dugu Nine Swords. This kid… he's got some interesting potential.

"The First Sword!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Tian tapped his toes and shot off like an arrow!

With a swift twist, the sword pierced straight for the heart—fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any hesitation!

"The swordplay is fierce, but unfortunately, it still has flaws."

Feng Qingyang spoke in a cold voice, his longsword slashing diagonally from the upper right, seemingly a casual flick, yet it precisely deflected the blade—this strike would have been too much for any top-tier martial arts master in the world to even react to.

Lin Tian was not angry at all; instead, he laughed loudly.

"Excellent! As expected of the 'Sword Saint' Feng Qingyang! If I were not in this world, you would undoubtedly be number one in swordsmanship!"

"Hmph! Arrogant brat!" Feng Qingyang's face darkened slightly. Having lived for so many years, this was the first time a young man had told him to his face that "you are not as good as me." How could he not be angry?