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

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The three old monks, Xiangwen, Xiangting, and Xiangguan, fell to his sword in just a few breaths.

Fang Zheng, Fang Sheng, and all the monks with sticks were dumbfounded.

What's going on?!

One second he was dominating the entire arena, and Black Sole was about to emerge, seemingly about to suppress Lin Tian.

The next second, all three eminent monks of the temple died simultaneously?!

No one saw the process clearly—they only remembered that Lin Tian lightly swung his sword three times, the movements were unremarkable, yet they took away three top-tier lives.

"You Shaolin," Lin Tian's gaze swept over the crowd, his tone as indifferent as if he were questioning the weather, "are you still going to stop me?"

"No...no need." Fang Zheng's voice was low, his face full of grief.

In this battle, Shaolin lost more than ten experts at the Acquired Realm, especially the three old monks, who were the backbone and pillars of the sect! With their deaths today, the landscape of the martial world is likely to change—Wudang will take its place and become the leader of the righteous path, a foregone conclusion.

"Can we leave?" Lin Tian nodded, then changed the subject, "But since Shaolin insists on interfering in my feud with Songshan, shouldn't we at least give an explanation?"

The implication is clear: you've offended me, you'll have to pay.

Fang Zheng remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Shaolin Temple will be closed for seventy years, and will no longer be involved in the conflicts of the martial world. Is Benefactor Lin satisfied?"

"Close the temple?" Lin Tian sneered, making no attempt to hide his sarcasm. "What does that have to do with me? I'm telling you, bald man, can't you be more specific?"

"Lin Tian!! Don't push your luck!! Shaolin will rather die than be dishonored!!" Fang Sheng roared, his eyes wide with rage.

"Rather die than be dishonored?" Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Quite the backbone, a bunch of bald guys. But..."

His gaze turned cold as he stared directly at Fang Zheng: "This is the choice Shaolin has made? Very well."

He turned and left, his robes fluttering in the wind: "Then I'll go take a stroll around Shaoshi Mountain. I just slaughtered the Songshan Sect, and I haven't had enough fun yet. I'll use you guys to satisfy my cravings."

He didn't stop walking after he finished speaking.

"Wait!" Fang Zheng exclaimed in alarm, hurriedly calling out to stop him.

The three elders who guarded the temple joined forces and were killed, and even the formation of 108 Arhats could not stop his sword—if he were to actually break into Shaolin, wouldn't that be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?!

"I have three Great Rejuvenation Pills here, which are the only ones left in Shaolin Temple in a hundred years. They are very effective for healing injuries and breaking through realms. Please accept them, Benefactor Lin!" As he spoke, he trembled as he took out a two-inch square mutton-fat jade box and presented it with both hands.

As I said those words, my heart was bleeding.

Now that spiritual energy is depleted and medicinal herbs are hard to find, he has only refined five Great Rejuvenation Pills in a hundred years. He used two of them, and the remaining three are his trump cards for survival. He originally planned to use them when his internal energy reached perfection and he was about to break through to the Innate Realm... Now, he has no choice but to give them up.

Lin Tian raised his hand, secretly channeling the power of the Nine Yin Divine Claw to seize objects from a distance.

At a distance of seven or eight zhang, the jade box seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand and instantly fell into his palm.

The moment the box was opened, a rich and intoxicating aroma of medicine wafted out. Just a light sniff caused the circulation of internal energy to increase by a third!

It truly lives up to its reputation as a divine medicine of Shaolin!

"Not bad." Lin Tian closed the box, put it in his pocket, and said in a light tone, "I'll take the things. As for visiting? No need. Goodbye—oh right, I forgot you're closing the temple for seventy years, so I guess I'll never see you again in this lifetime."

He waved his hand, his figure gradually receding into the distance, finally disappearing at the end of the mountain path.

Only after he had completely left did Fang Sheng suddenly turn to Fang Zheng, gritting his teeth: "Senior brother! Shaolin has led the righteous path for hundreds of years, and today we suffer such a humiliating disgrace. Are we just going to swallow this insult? How will we ever have the face to stand in the martial world again?!"

Fang Zheng gazed into the distance, remaining silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply and shook his head, saying, "Face? Alas... Just as Uncle Xiangwen said, it is precisely because we cannot see through things that we have brought this disaster upon ourselves."

He closed his eyes, his voice desolate: "For the next seventy years, the martial world will be ruled by this man. I fear even Dongfang Bubai will not be able to conceal his brilliance. Shaolin will remain closed off, and as long as its incense continues to burn, seventy years from now, it will still be the Shaolin that rules the martial world."

After saying this, Master Fangzheng waved his hand and led the group of monks away, their figures gradually disappearing into the depths of the Shaolin Temple.

This ancient temple, with its thousand-year history, has weathered countless storms and witnessed the ever-changing dynasties, yet Shaolin Temple has remained steadfast in its position as the pinnacle of the martial arts world, possessing its own unfathomable rules for survival.

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"Giddy up! Giddy up—"

As soon as Lin Tian descended Mount Taishi, he heard a familiar shout. Looking up, he saw a rider galloping towards him, the red robes of the woman on horseback fluttering in the wind like flames, breathtakingly beautiful.

The newcomer was none other than Dongfang Bubai.

"Miss Dongfang?" Lin Tian's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Upon hearing the address "Miss Dongfang," she frowned slightly and glanced over. When she recognized Lin Tian, ​​her expression softened, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

With a light tap of her toes, she moved like a swift bird descending to earth, her red robes fluttering as she stood firmly before Lin Tian. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Still alive? Looks like you didn't run into those three old bald monks."

Lin Tian was taken aback, then felt a warmth in his heart.

The righteous path and the Sun Moon Sect are sworn enemies, and the Five Mountains Sword Sect is their number one nemesis. How could the Sun Moon Sect possibly keep in mind that Songshan sent someone to Huashan to inform them? It's not surprising that she knew he had come to Songshan.

What truly moved him was that Black Cliff was hundreds of miles farther from Mount Song than Mount Hua. He had traveled day and night after receiving the news, exhausting all his strength; yet she arrived only two or three hours later.

Along this journey, they will surely be more anxious and ruthless than him.

Why? The answer was hidden in her words—she knew how powerful the three eminent monks, Xiangwen, Xiangting, and Xiangguan, were, and feared he wouldn't be able to handle them, so she traveled thousands of miles to protect him.

How could such a sentiment not move one?

"Are you referring to the three masters Xiangwen, Xiangting, and Xiangguan?" Lin Tian smiled faintly. "We already met them on Mount Song earlier."

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Bubai's eyes. "You were able to meet someone and emerge unscathed? It seems I underestimated you."

"Of course." Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Without real skill, would you dare to challenge the world's number one, Dongfang Bubai? When I made the bet with you, I never intended to lose."

The two knew each other perfectly well, but neither revealed their identities. Their tacit understanding was like the wind, blowing and then stopping.

Dongfang Bubai chuckled lightly: "Young Master Lin is quite confident. Since you were able to escape unscathed from those three monks, you certainly deserve to set foot on Blackwood Cliff—but I wonder, when do you plan to depart?"

"It's still early." Lin Tian waved his hand. "We have a one-year agreement, and it's only been less than a month. I wouldn't dare to rush to my death without being absolutely certain. It would be one thing to die, but if I were to cause Miss Dongfang to grieve and shed tears for me, that would be a much greater sin."

Dongfang Bubai blushed slightly and glared at him fiercely: "You smooth talker, how many girls have you deceived?"

"Hmm—" Lin Tian deliberately dragged out the sound, "one."

"Which one?"

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and a murderous aura appeared between her brows. It was unclear whether she was annoyed by his flirtatious words or... cared about "her".