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

"Exactly." Lin Tian nodded. "Legend has it that the Sunflower Manual originated from a master of the previous dynasty and later ended up in Shaolin Temple, where it was personally kept by Zen Master Hongye. Back then, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng, disciples of Huashan, visited the temple and took the opportunity to secretly read it. Time was short, so the two of them copied it separately, each memorizing half of it."

"Upon returning to Mount Hua and comparing their findings, they discovered inconsistencies. Suspecting each other of concealment, the conflict escalated, eventually turning into bitter enmity. Unable to win the literary contest, they engaged in constant physical combat—this is the true origin of your Mount Hua 'Sword Qi Conflict'."

"Wh...what?!" Ning Zhongze exclaimed in shock, covering her mouth with one hand, her face full of disbelief.

Yue Buqun's face turned ashen, filled with shame and indignation—who could have imagined that the root of the centuries-long division within Mount Hua was... failing to steal a book and then causing internal strife?!

Although Yue Lingshan and Linghu Chong only half understood what they were hearing, they still felt the heavy atmosphere and their faces turned pale.

It turns out that our ancestors had such a dark history hidden behind them.

Feng Qingyang's face was so gloomy it could drip water. That era was when the sword and qi factions of Mount Hua were fighting the fiercest, and his life was almost completely destroyed by this internal strife.

But who could have imagined that this blood feud that lasted for decades was originally just a petty trick played by two seniors out of personal desire?

No one doubted that Lin Tian was lying—he had no reason to make up such a thing.

"well……"

With a long sigh, Feng Qingyang cupped his hands towards Lin Tian, ​​his voice low and somber: "This is a disgrace to our Huashan Sect. I hope young friend Lin will keep his mouth shut."

"Of course," Lin Tian replied calmly.

He understood, of course, that if this matter got out, the Huashan Sect would likely become a laughing stock in the martial arts world for centuries.

"Thank you, young friend." Feng Qingyang bowed again, then frowned. "But... what does this have to do with the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual'?"

Lin Tian remained calm and slowly said, "Later, Shaolin sent the monk Du Yuan to demand the fragment of the Sunflower Manual. Yue and Cai frankly told him the truth and asked Du Yuan for clarification. They believed that he was a high-ranking disciple of Zen Master Hongye and would surely be taught the martial arts of the manual. Little did they know that Du Yuan had simply made up a story based on his own understanding, and later wrote it down on his robe from memory, creating the Seventy-Two Forms of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. After that, he did not return to Shaolin, but instead returned to secular life, changed his name to Lin Yuantu, and founded the Fuwei Escort Agency."

He paused, his voice turning slightly cold: "Due to the extinction of the lineage, my Lin family now only retains seventy-two sword techniques, while the inner cultivation method has long been lost. Without the support of the inner cultivation method, the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual is practically useless, not even as good as a second-rate sword technique."

Lin Tian didn't mention that the "Sunflower Manual" was created by a eunuch—doesn't that mean Lin Yuantu castrated himself to practice it? Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public.

After he finished speaking, all was silent, as if the air had frozen.

"Master! Master! A message from Mount Song via carrier pigeon!" Lu Hou'er came running, panting like a dehydrated fish. "The letter carries the Five Sacred Mountains' command flags; your disciple dares not delay!"

Yue Buqun took the letter, unfolded it, and frowned, but his gaze secretly swept over Lin Tian.

How could this scene escape Lin Tian's eyes?

"What?" He squinted. "Did the letter mention me?"

Yue Buqun hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Zuo Lengchan knows you are on Mount Hua, so he sent a letter ordering me to tell you that you must go to Mount Song within seven days to give an explanation regarding Fei Bin's severed arm, otherwise... he will go to the Fuwei Escort Agency to demand an explanation."

Before the words were finished, a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over me, as if I were standing naked in an ice cave.

The next instant, the letter flew out of his hand and landed in Lin Tian's palm.

The content is identical.

"Excellent! Well done, Songshan Sect!"

Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, and he laughed in anger. Was Zuo Lengchan threatening him with the escort agency? — What he hated most in his life was having his weaknesses exploited.

With a surge of internal energy, the letter in his hand instantly shattered into countless fragments, fluttering like snowflakes.

*

Throughout history, the Central Plains have been a battleground for numerous heroes and military strategists. Mount Song stands majestically among them, ranking among the Five Sacred Mountains.

Inside the secret chamber, Zuo Lengchan sat cross-legged, the ground three feet around him covered in frost. With each breath, the chilling air was swallowed into his body like a dragon. After a moment, he opened his eyes, a cold light flashing within them.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother!" Lu Bai's face lit up with joy. "You can absorb cold energy without any hindrance; your 'True Qi of Frost' has reached its peak!"

"Hahaha--"

Zuo Lengchan stood up, his heroic spirit soaring to the sky: "Excellent! The 'Frosty True Qi' is complete, and the eighth extraordinary meridian has also been opened! At this moment, I stand at the peak of the acquired realm. In the martial world, apart from Dongfang Bubai, who can be my enemy!"

"Senior brother has mastered the divine skill. It will be just around the corner for Mount Song to unify the Five Sacred Mountains and rival Shaolin and Wudang!" Le Hou said excitedly.

"Haha, unifying the Five Sacred Mountains is inevitable!" Zuo Lengchan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an imposing aura. Then, his brows furrowed slightly. "Any news from Junior Brother Ding?"

"Not yet..." Lu Bai shook his head slightly, his voice low. "After washing his hands of the trade that day, Qu Yang hurriedly left with Liu Zhengfeng, and Senior Brother Ding and I split up to pursue them. We originally agreed to meet at the foot of the mountain at sunset three days later, no matter what the outcome. But for three whole days, there has been no news of Senior Brother Ding... I guess... he is probably in grave danger."

"Hengshan Sect!!" Zuo Lengchan's eyes turned cold, his killing intent as sharp as frost.

boom--!

A thick pillar beside him suddenly exploded, splintering wood into a shower of shards. Each piece of wood instantly condensed into a chilling frost, emanating a cold aura.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his chest, and turned his gaze to Yue Hou: "The letter has already been sent to the Huashan Sect?"

"I sent a message by carrier pigeon two days ago, and it should have arrived by now," Le Hou replied respectfully.

Zuo Lengchan nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips, but his voice was chillingly cold: "Dare to cripple my junior brother Fei's arm? Fine! Then I'll sever both his arms! The Deadly Sword? I'll make sure he can never hold a sword again for the rest of his life!"

……

Blackwood Cliff, the main hall of the Sun Moon Cult.

Dongfang Bubai, dressed in a brocade red robe, leaned lazily against a golden couch, his eyes revealing a touch of feminine charm, yet also concealing an unassailable aura of power.

A few steps away, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

"Qu Yang!" Dongfang Bubai suddenly opened his eyes, his voice like a cold blade, "You have quite the nerve, daring to bring Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect to my Blackwood Cliff without permission? And you even dissipated your inner strength without my permission? Do you know what your crime is?!"

"Qu Yang deserves to die a thousand deaths." He kowtowed, his tone resolute and without hesitation.

Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You do have some self-awareness. Since you know you can't escape death, why did you come back to die?"

"The fact that the leader granted me permission to witness Brother Liu's retirement from martial arts was already an immense favor. Although the world is vast, the leader's eyes and ears are everywhere. Even if I were still at the peak of my acquired skills, let alone now that I have lost all my skills, I would not be able to escape your grasp."

This is no exaggeration. The Sun Moon Cult has a dense network of secret agents, controlling both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds; he has nowhere to hide.

"Hmph! At least you know what's good for you." Dongfang Bubai sneered, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "Since that's how it is, then I'll grant your wish—die!"

Before he finished speaking, a palm strike arrived, aimed straight at Qu Yang's brow! The palm wind was like thunder, unleashed with rage, and even if Qu Yang was still at his peak, he would have no chance to withstand it.

Just as life and death hung in the balance, Liu Zhengfeng suddenly looked up and said urgently, "Master Dongfang, wait! Young Hero Lin Tian has a message for you!"

In an instant, the palm strike vanished.