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

"Now that Lin'er has been located, I'll head to Hengshan immediately. As for the condition you mentioned..." Her eyes flickered, a faint smile playing on her lips, "It's not too late to repay it next time we meet."

Before the words were even finished, his figure had already darted out like a wisp of smoke. He pushed the Sunflower Movement Technique to its limit, and in the blink of an eye, he was already dozens of feet away, leaving only a fleeting afterimage that vanished in the wind.

Lin Tian watched her disappear into the distance, then looked down at the cold food and wine on the table and shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh, I should have finished eating first... What a mistake, what a mistake."

The seventh day of the ninth lunar month was an ordinary day, but due to a dramatic change in the martial arts world, it became a day that shook the hearts of all sects.

Lin Tian, ​​the Deadly Swordsman, stormed Mount Song alone, slaying all thirteen Taibao (bodyguards) with his sword, including Zuo Lengchan. Shaolin Temple attempted to intervene, but Lin Tian shattered the temple's formidable formation—the 108 Arhats Formation—with a single strike!

What happened after that is unknown; all that is known is that Shaolin Temple announced its closure for seventy years overnight.

This news caused an uproar in the martial arts world!

Since the founding of this dynasty, the closure of Shaolin Temple is unprecedented. In the past, when the temple closed, it was always because of severe damage. It was called "seclusion for quiet cultivation," but in reality, it was to avoid disaster and protect oneself.

This time, it was all because of one person!

Who could not be alarmed? Who could not be afraid?

Lin Tian's name has long since transcended mere fame; it has truly resounded throughout the world. The former "Deadly Sword" is now known by everyone as the "God of Deadly Swords."

Wudang, Zhenwu Hall.

"Master, this is a secret letter sent by Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin."

Master Chongxu took the letter, slowly unfolded it, his expression gradually darkening. Only after reading it did he exhale a heavy breath and sigh softly:

"The Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, set up by three eminent monks, was actually broken... Seventy years of closure of the temple? Fangzheng, Fangzheng, your move was ruthless and brilliant."

He paused, his gaze deep and thoughtful: "But in the next seventy years, if such a monstrous talent emerges from nowhere in the martial world, what difference will it make whether it's kept secret or not?"

He immediately turned to his disciple and said, "Take advantage of the opportunity to prepare a generous gift and send it to the Fuwei Escort Agency in Fuzhou. From now on, whenever the Fuwei Escort Agency escorts goods through the territory of Wudi, they shall be treated as honored guests and shall not be neglected in the slightest."

"Yes, Master." The disciple accepted the order and left.

……

Mount Hua, where sword energy soars to the heavens.

After Feng Qingyang reappeared in the martial arts world, Yue Buqun immediately ordered people to take down the "Hall of Righteousness" plaque and hang it back on the old, mottled but sharp "Hall of Sword Qi Soaring to the Sky".

At this moment, he held the newly delivered intelligence in his hand, his fingertips trembling, his face filled with horror:

"He... he single-handedly annihilated the entire Songshan sect? The Innate Realm is this powerful?!"

Having calmed down a bit, he immediately turned to Ning Zhongze: "Junior Sister, I've prepared a generous gift. I originally intended to have Chong'er deliver it... but he's still practicing swordsmanship with our Uncle at the Cliff of Contemplation. So let Liang send it to the Fuwei Escort Agency in Fuzhou."

"Yes, Senior Brother." Ning Zhongze nodded in agreement.

……

Wudang and Huashan followed suit, and other major sects also followed suit.

At this point, two months had passed since he last left Fuzhou.

Lin Tian set foot on this land once again.

Fuzhou was still bustling and noisy, with people thronging the streets and alleys. As he walked on the stone-paved road, a sense of familiarity and warmth welled up in his heart.

With banners fluttering in the wind, he led his horse back to the gate of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

"Young Master! You're back?!" Chief镖头 Cui happened to be at the door and hurriedly went to greet him, snatching the reins from his hand. "The head镖头 is receiving distinguished guests in the hall. They are a great hero from the north, whom the Second Young Master met outside the city."

"The northern frontier?" Lin Tian frowned slightly, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind, and his eyes turned cold.

"Is he a hunchback?" he asked in a low voice.

"Huh? How did you know?" Chief镖师 Cui nodded in surprise, "It's none other than the 'Camel of the Northern Frontier'—Master Mu Gaofeng."

Mu Gaofeng...

Lin Tian's eyes darkened.

I almost forgot about this person.

This guy's covetousness for the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" was no less than Yu Canghai's, and Lin Zhennan and his wife ultimately fell victim to him. I was momentarily negligent and forgot to eliminate this cancerous growth beforehand. Fortunately, things haven't reached their worst point yet, and there's still room for maneuver.

Chief镖师 Cui opened his mouth, wanting to call him back loudly.

Lin Tian immediately raised his hand to stop him, his tone calm: "Uncle Cui, there's no need. My parents are entertaining guests. If we disturb them and they come out to greet us, it would be a loss of face for our Fuwei Escort Agency." How could he possibly alert them? A cornered dog will jump over the wall, a cornered rat will bite. If a ruthless character like Mu Gaofeng sensed something was wrong, who knew what kind of trouble he might cause?

"Hey... Young Master is so thoughtful. I'm just a rough and careless guy, I don't understand these things." Chief镖头 Cui scratched his head, chuckled, and led his horse away.

In the main hall of Fuwei Escort Agency.

"Master Mu, the food in Fuzhou is quite different from that in the north. I wonder if you are used to it?" Lin Zhennan said with a smile, but his gaze was fixed on the hunched figure.

He laughed, but his mind was in turmoil.

Others might not know, but as the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort), he had traveled all over the country for many years. How could he not have heard of the name "Saibei Mingtuo" (邼北明驼)? That was a notorious villain from beyond the Great Wall, narrow-minded, ruthless, and specializing in shady dealings.

Lin Zhennan glanced at his second son beside him, whose eyes were shining as if he had met a hermit master. Lin Zhennan's anger flared up. Did you really think you had invited back a chivalrous person?

"Chief镖头 Lin is overthinking it," Mu Gaofeng said slowly, his voice hoarse yet somewhat seductive. "This old hunchback is a wanderer, able to eat anywhere. But your son Pingzhi is exceptionally talented. I have been traveling the martial world for decades and have never considered taking him as a disciple. If he is willing to become my disciple, I will teach him everything I know."

These past few days, Mu Gaofeng has been meticulous, never mentioning a single word about the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," only praising Lin Pingzhi's intelligence and astonishing talent, every word striking a chord with the young man. Lin Pingzhi has long been completely charmed, calling him "Hero Mu, Hero Mu" incessantly, almost to the point of kneeling and kowtowing.

What a clever plan!

First, he took on a disciple, then used the pretext of personal instruction to relentlessly press him, eventually extracting the whereabouts of the sword manual. If he weren't wary of Lin Tian, ​​given Mu Gaofeng's temperament, why would he resort to such roundabout methods? He could have simply tied him up and tortured him, drawing blood by midnight.

Before the Qingcheng Sect's attack, Lin Zhennan might have been tempted. But now he knew perfectly well—this old hunchback was plotting something sinister!

If Pingzhi is truly a genius as he claims, how come he hasn't even reached the level of a third-rate person yet?

Lin Zhennan frowned slightly, feigning hesitation: "I am deeply grateful for Master Mu's kindness. However, my son's martial arts have always been personally instructed by my eldest son, Lin Tian. As for the matter of him becoming my disciple, how about we discuss it after my son returns?"

His words were ostensibly an excuse, but in reality, they revealed his true intentions—I was waiting for Lin Tian to return.

How could Mu Gaofeng not understand the unspoken meaning? These days, he has been playing coy, isn't it because he is wary of Lin Tian, ​​who once suppressed all the heroes on Mount Song with a single sword and forced Shaolin Temple to close for seventy years?

When the news came, Lin Zhennan was completely shocked—when did I have such an extraordinary son?

Even the fiercest hero fears having a useless teammate at home.