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

"Who else could it be?" Lin Tian laughed frankly, "The girl from 'Like Water Flowing Years' in Xi'an. If it weren't for you, would you have traveled all this way to save me?"

Upon hearing this, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, she snorted coldly, and turned her head away: "Hmph! If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll sew your mouth shut with a needle. I'm just passing by today, don't flatter yourself."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of cold light appeared at his fingertips, and a silver needle as thin as a hair was already between his fingers.

Lin Tian immediately raised his hands in surrender and wisely changed the subject.

"Um... Miss Dongfang, you must be tired after such a long journey. I haven't eaten a single grain of rice for a day and a night, and you're probably not much better off. Why don't we find a place to rest and have something to eat before continuing our journey?"

If he simply says "thank you" and turns away, he's destined to be alone for the rest of his life.

After a moment's thought, Dongfang Bubai finally nodded: "As you wish."

The town's restaurants were noisy and bustling, but Lin Tian, ​​carrying the food and drinks he had bought, led her straight to the open fields outside the town.

"Why not go to a restaurant? Why come to this desolate place?" she frowned.

Lin Tian raised the corners of his mouth, looking confident that "you can't go wrong with my advice": "You're falling into the trap of lavish feasts. What's so special about eating meat and fish in a restaurant? Look at this place—the sky is your blanket, the ground your bed, insects chirping and birds singing in your ears, a gentle breeze on your face. Miss Dongfang, don't you think this is what you call truly idyllic?"

"Pah! That sounds nice, but you actually say things like 'the sky is your blanket and the earth is your bed.' I bet you've been deceiving countless girls behind their backs!" Dongfang Bubai spat lightly, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Oh dear..." Lin Tian feigned grievance, "Miss Dongfang, I am a pure and innocent virgin. If you don't believe me, you can verify it right now."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bubai's cheeks flushed red, and she glared at him fiercely. Only then did she realize that this guy's tongue was so sharp it could scrape off three layers of oil.

In the open field, the two sat on the ground, with delicious food before them. A gentle evening breeze blew, and the atmosphere quietly warmed up. The smile on Dongfang's face gradually increased, and he was no longer as cold as ice.

"Dongfang," Lin Tian suddenly spoke, his tone unusually serious, "May I ask you something? Why do you practice martial arts?"

Dongfang was taken aback. No one had ever asked this question before. She practiced martial arts not for any particular reason—it was fate, the path, the gears of destiny pushing her forward.

But this person in front of her... she surprisingly agreed to say a few words.

Her eyes flickered slightly as memories flooded her mind. Her voice was soft and gentle: "My master saved my life. He had a grand ambition, wanting me to inherit it. So, I practiced diligently, just to live up to his expectations. Now, his wish has been fulfilled. Now... I just want to use this skill to find my sister."

"A younger sister?" Lin Tian feigned surprise. "Miss Dongfang has a younger sister?"

Of course he knew. The timid little nun Yilin hiding in Hengshan was none other than Dongfang Bubai's long-lost younger sister. But he couldn't reveal it; he could only pretend to be ignorant and go with the flow.

"I have a younger sister named Dongfang Lin. We've been together since we were little..."

For the next two hours, Dongfang recounted her story in detail. Those fragmented memories, childhood laughter, and tears of parting—she had never told anyone before, but today she told Lin Tian everything. And he listened quietly the whole time, never interrupting, and showing no impatience whatsoever.

"For the past ten years, I have used all my strength to search for her, but there has been no news... I don't even dare to think... whether she has already..." At this point, her voice trembled slightly, her fingertips were cold, and a bottomless fear flashed in her eyes.

"Good people are always blessed," Lin Tian comforted her softly. Then, he changed the subject, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "By the way, you said she had a sachet? Can I see the pattern? Maybe I, the 'know-it-all of the martial arts world,' can really help."

"A know-it-all?" Dongfang sneered. "Didn't you call yourself a 'know-it-all' last time? It's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten the boast you made?"

Despite her disdain, she still pulled a piece of paper from her waist belt and handed it over.

"Hmph, if you really can find Lin'er with this sachet, I'll do anything you ask, let alone be a know-it-all." His tone was full of sarcasm, clearly showing that he didn't believe it at all.

"Um?"

Lin Tian looked down at the picture, his brows furrowing slightly. Acting had to be convincing; it couldn't be too exaggerated, nor too fake.

This furrowed brow was instantly noticed by Dongfang. Her heart tightened suddenly.

"Is this sachet...pink?" Lin Tian looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning.

The paper only showed the pattern, not the colors. Yet he immediately recognized it—he must have seen it before!

"Lin Tian..." Dongfang's breath hitched, and she lunged forward, gripping his arm tightly with both hands. "You've seen him?! When? Where? Tell me!"

Even though Lin Tian possessed the Formless Sword Bone and had a physique far exceeding that of ordinary people, he was still being pinched so hard by her that his bones ached.

He had originally intended to make a joke or tease her, but upon seeing the anxiety and trembling in her eyes, Lin Tian immediately abandoned his joking intentions—if he dared to utter another word, he would probably be walking back home in a sorry state tonight.

"A few days ago, I went to Hengyang to attend Liu Zhengfeng's 'washing his hands of his life' banquet, and I rescued a young nun at Huiyan Tower. She was wearing this sachet," Lin Tian said slowly. "It's unusual for a nun to wear a sachet, and I took a closer look—the pattern, the embroidery, the style—it was perfect. She was about twenty years old, and her Dharma name was Yilin. Tell me, how many coincidences could possibly come together like this? So…"

He didn't finish speaking.

The East already understands.

"So... Yilin is my sister... right? Lin Tian." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, as if she were afraid of shattering a beautiful dream.

Lin Tian looked at her, nodded slightly, and smiled faintly: "Unless the sun rises in the west tomorrow—there's only one answer."

"That's wonderful...that's really wonderful..." Dongfang murmured to herself, her eyes glistening with tears, but her smile was brighter than the moonlight. "Lin'er...I've finally found you."

He could understand Dongfang's feelings at this moment, just like when he himself was bound to the system, all the shackles on his body suddenly collapsed, and that feeling of complete comfort and joy washed over him.

Once Dongfang had calmed down a bit, Lin Tian suddenly put on a stern face and said seriously, "Dongfang, do you remember what you just said?"

Dongfang Bubai was taken aback, then his cheeks flushed slightly.

She glanced at Lin Tian sideways, feigning ignorance as she asked, "Huh? What did I say?"

"You promised yourself—as long as I help you find your sister, I can name any one condition." Lin Tian's lips curled up, his smile both smug and infuriating.

"Oh?" she drawled, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Did I say that?"

His face clearly said: I don't admit it, what can you do about it?

"A gentleman's word is his bond..." Lin Tiangang began.

She interrupted him, saying, "Young master, have you forgotten that Dongfang is no gentleman? She's just a weak and helpless woman."

"..." Lin Tian felt a lump in his throat, speechless.