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

Dongfang Bubai slowly withdrew his arm, landing lightly back on the golden couch. The fierceness in his eyes faded, replaced by an undisguised ripple.

She stared at Qu Yang, her voice trembling slightly: "Lin Tian... what message did he ask you to deliver?"

Lately, Lin Tian's image has been constantly on her mind.

Especially that time, when her personal maid, Yu Niang, was bewitched by Sun Jiantong, a disciple of Songshan Mountain, and poisoned her when she was off guard. Yu Niang feigned death from poisoning, and overjoyed, she rushed to report the crime, even pouring out her heart to Sun Jiantong. Little did she know that he was heartless, only using her to get rid of her.

The moment she appeared, she coldly ordered Yu Niang to kill Sun Jiantong in exchange for forgiveness. But Yu Niang remained steadfast in her devotion, preferring suicide to taking action.

On his deathbed, he left only two words: "Love."

From then on, these two words took root in Dongfang Bubai's heart. And whenever he thought of "love," the image that came to mind was that young man—Lin Tian.

"Master," Qu Yang hurriedly spoke up, "Young friend Lin said that if you intend to punish us... he is willing to plead for us."

"He...pleaded for you?" Dongfang Bubai's lips curled up slightly, a smile quietly appearing.

Fortunately, the two were lying face down and didn't see it. Otherwise, if their shy expressions had been seen by others, she would have gouged their eyes out herself.

"Hmph!" Her cold expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a mocking tone. "Lin Tian? He's just a newcomer who's only recently made a name for himself. You think I'd give him special treatment just because he says a word? Ridiculous!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng felt utterly devastated.

Qu Yang was startled—the sect leader never spoke nonsense when killing people, so why was he talking so much today? Moreover, his tone... seemed to hide something strange.

He didn't understand what "tsundere" meant, so he naturally couldn't hear the undisguised excitement behind that sarcastic remark.

Just then, a follower rushed into the main hall.

With a black cloth covering his face, he knelt on one knee, close to Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, and bowed to Dongfang Bubai, whispering, "Master, information about Lin Tian."

Dongfang Bubai had long ago issued a strict order—all matters concerning Lin Tian must be classified as top secret and take precedence over everything else. It was precisely for this reason that this guard dared to disregard etiquette and barge into the main hall.

"explain."

"According to a message from our cult's informant planted in the Songshan Sect, three days ago, Songshan issued an ultimatum to Lin Tian, ​​demanding that he ascend Songshan within seven days and provide an explanation regarding the dismemberment of Fei Bin's arm. Lin Tian is currently in the Huashan region and should have received the letter yesterday. If he travels at top speed, he will surely reach Songshan within three days."

Dongfang Bubai's eyes flashed slightly, and he sneered, "The Songshan Sect? They're really tired of living. Even ten Zuo Lengchans tied together wouldn't be enough for Lin Tian to kill in one round."

She knew in her heart that Lin Tian's strength was almost unmatched below the Innate Realm.

However, she was unaware that Lin Tian had already comprehended the fifteenth sword intent, and that his Formless Sword Bone had been tempered to produce the first true "True Formless Sword Bone," causing his combat power to surge beyond all reason.

"Master..." Qu Yang hesitated before speaking, his tone cautious, "If young friend Lin really goes on a killing spree in Songshan, Shaolin will probably not stand idly by."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bubai's expression changed drastically.

She knew all too well the strength of Shaolin—the truly terrifying ones weren't Master Fangzheng, but those few old bald monks who had secluded themselves in the back mountains. Even if she were to go in person, she wouldn't dare to claim certain victory.

"Damn it!" A cold glint flashed in her eyes. She abruptly stood up, turned around, and walked towards the outside of the hall. Just as she stepped out the threshold, she remembered the two people behind her. Without turning her head, she said, "Since you want to live in seclusion, then go find a quiet place to stay behind Blackwood Cliff. That way, you can save your lives."

Inside the hall, only Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng remained, staring at each other in disbelief.

If they still can't see through the shady dealings between Lin Tian and Dongfang Bubai by now, they've wasted all these years.

Although the Songshan Sect is named after "Songshan," Shaoshi Mountain has already been occupied by Shaolin Temple, which stands as a formidable barrier, making it impossible for them to gain control. The Songshan Sect can only retreat to Taishi Mountain, where its territory is small and its influence is far inferior.

The distance from Mount Hua to Mount Song is hundreds of miles, and it would take two days for a message to be delivered by carrier pigeon.

Lin Tian, ​​with three horses, changed horses without stopping and traveled day and night, and in just one day and one night, he fought his way to Henan!

At the foot of Mount Taishi, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

In the past two decades, under Zuo Lengchan's iron-fisted leadership, the Songshan Sect has flourished, and its status as a righteous sect is almost comparable to that of Shaolin and Wudang.

The thousand steps leading directly from the mountain gate to the main hall are all paved with bluestone, layer upon layer, creating a magnificent sight.

Even the Huashan Sect has never been so extravagant.

Of course, this is also because Mount Taishi is not high, while Mount Hua is not only steep and dangerous, making climbing difficult, but building roads is even more difficult.

Upon arriving at the mountain gate, a Songshan disciple blocked their path with his sword drawn, his nostrils flaring: "Halt! This is a forbidden area of ​​Songshan. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter! Want to come in? State your origins first!"

His tone was arrogant and disdainful of others.

Lin Tian remained expressionless, uttering only two words: "Lin Tian".

The man was taken aback, looked him up and down, and hostility suddenly rose in his eyes: "Lin Tian, ​​the Deadly Swordsman? So you're the one who injured my Uncle Fei? Ha, you've got some nerve, daring to come here to die! Wait, I'll report to the sect leader after I finish my meal!"

"No need." Lin Tian's voice was calm, but he had already taken a step forward, passing the man directly and stepping onto the stone steps.

"You—!" The Songshan disciple roared in fury, "How dare you trespass on my Songshan Mountain! You're asking for trouble!"

With a clang, he drew his sword, his moves fierce and ruthless, aiming straight for Lin Tian's throat!

He knew perfectly well that Lin Tian was capable of crippling Fei Bin, so he must be a master who had achieved mastery later in life, while he himself was only a second-rate expert, and he would undoubtedly lose in a direct confrontation.

But he was betting on the terrain: this was Mount Song! It was his home turf! He was certain Lin Tian wouldn't dare kill anyone!

If we can overcome the odds today and win the favor of the sect leader, we might be able to obtain a more profound martial arts inheritance.

He's shrewd with calculations and quite clever.

Unfortunately, he was completely wrong.

His mistake was that he simply didn't understand that in Lin Tian's eyes, the Songshan Sect was nothing but a worthless piece of trash.

The purpose of this trip was never negotiation.

It's a sword treading over Mount Song!

With a raised hand, the Pearl Sword was drawn, a streak of silver light flashing across the scene, swift as thunder!

click -

The sword pierced his throat, and blood spurted out.

The disciple froze instantly, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

He clutched his throat, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lin Tian, ​​his throat making gurgling sounds, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"How dare you...be here...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the body collapsed to the ground with a thud, its eyes wide open, dying with its eyes still open.

At the same time, a ray of white light appeared above the corpse of the Songshan disciple.

A white card slowly appeared—[Grass Mat x1].

Lin Tian casually tossed the straw mat over the corpse, thinking, "Well... at least cover it up, don't leave it to rot in the wilderness." He rubbed his nose, feeling he had done all he could.

He drew his sword and stepped onto the bluestone steps, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

After taking only a few steps, a figure suddenly darted out from the shadows: "Who are you?! This place is—"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, and a head rolled away.

Lin Tian wasn't a bloodthirsty madman, but his purpose in coming up the mountain today was clear—to massacre the Songshan Sect. Since these people had joined the Songshan Sect, they were destined to be tainted by karma. Kill them, without hesitation.

The third, the fifth... Even if the disciples of Songshan are not stupid, after several people have died in succession, who would dare to jump out and risk their lives?