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

He was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation; even his back view exuded an aura of desperation.

Even Lin Tian was taken aback.

……

But how could he let his prey escape?

In his eyes, this old eunuch was now a living orange card, with experience points already gained, how could he let him go?

Spiral Nine Shadows! The Fifteenth Sword!

There was no suspense, no resistance.

A flash of sword light pierced through the back of his head and emerged from between his eyebrows.

The old eunuch died on the spot without even uttering a sound.

Lin Tian's eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the old eunuch—

A card suddenly floated into the air!

But the next second, the expectation on his face froze...

It's not orange!

It's not gold either!

It's silver! A cold, dazzling silver card with a metallic sheen!!

"Holy crap?!" Lin Tian's pupils dilated in shock. "A silver card?! You call this a regular card?!"

He grabbed it, and four words were prominently embossed on the card—

Driving mountains and chasing peaks

"Not even an explanation?! System, are you playing abstract games here?!" Lin Tian went crazy on the spot.

A cold, icy voice appeared right on time:

"Silver card, regular card, and above orange."

"Above Orange?! Didn't you say that the pinnacle of the game was Orange cards?! Is this old eunuch some kind of hidden boss?!"

"Correct. This person is a hidden character, not part of the main storyline."

"Oh—I get it, a wild NPC, you can get amazing gear from hunting in the jungle!"

"The host's understanding is accurate. Furthermore, this system has no vulnerabilities."

"What if it really leaks?"

The system remained silent for three seconds, then quietly delivered the finishing blow:

The final interpretation right belongs to this system.

Lin Tian: "..."

Too lazy to argue with this tin can, he snapped his thumb and crushed it with his forefinger—

Snap! The silver card shattered into stardust!

A sharp pain exploded!

It felt like a thousand icicles were piercing through my brain and into my limbs and bones, with swarms of ants gnawing at my bones!

His jaw clenched so tightly it cracked, and veins bulged on his forehead, but he couldn't even utter a sound—

In the blink of an eye, the pain vanished, and a scalding, thick heat, as intense as the earth itself, surged into my limbs!

He paused, then looked down at his hands.

Not much to memorize, not many mnemonics...

But the body remembers.

It's as natural as breathing, as instinctive as a heartbeat.

He squatted down, placing his right palm on the ground.

Internal energy surged forth, flowing along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and crashing into the earth—

Boom!!!

The ground shook violently!

Suddenly, several meters in front of him were torn apart!

The crack was over a foot wide and nearly ten steps long, the abyss was bottomless, and pebbles fell in a rustling sound, with no echo for a long time.

"Hiss... This isn't martial arts, it's a demolition permit!"

Lin Tian gasped. "But it only takes away 40% of your internal energy in one strike... It's only for sneak attacks. To fight it head-on? That would be like crippling yourself."

With a slight thought, a panel popped up:

Name: Lin Tian

Age: 20

Supernatural powers: Driving mountains and moving peaks

Comprehension of artistic conception: The artistic conception of death [25%], the artistic conception of earth [30%]

Cultivation Level: Acquired Perfection Realm [All Eight Meridians Open]

Cultivation Techniques: Nine Yin Manual, Chapter Two [out of four], Formless Sword Bone, Nuwa Visualization Diagram

Cultivating martial arts skills: ...

"Earth element at 30%? Death element up to 25%?!" His heart leaped with excitement. "This is a huge profit!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of marching in unison grew louder as it approached, filled with a menacing aura!

Lin Tian frowned: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard is here? Let's get out of here!"

Turning around, I saw—

The old eunuch's body slumped to one side, and a thin book slipped out of his arms!

What does a person who has achieved the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm keep close to their body?

Lin Tian swiftly grabbed the item, pulled up the terrified eunuch beside him, and with a few quick movements, disappeared into the shadows of the palace walls.

No sooner had he left than the Imperial Guard squad rushed to the scene.

Looking at the jagged chasm on the ground, everyone swallowed hard.

The next day, rumors spread like wildfire throughout the palace—

The mad old eunuch was actually a wicked ghost who kidnapped children at night and wanted to practice evil arts. In the end, he was killed by the Imperial Guards in front of the palace.

On the outskirts of Beijing, there is a quiet courtyard.

Eighteen former palace eunuchs had shed their drab eunuch robes and donned ordinary cloth clothes. The oldest was no more than twenty, and the youngest only sixteen—the boy named Xiao Guizi whom Lin Tian had smuggled out of the palace on his last day. They stood in three rows of six before Lin Tian.

A pair of eyes shone brightly, fixed intently on him—not for any other reason than with eyes full of admiration, gratitude, and loyalty.

To ensure his operation wouldn't go to waste, Lin Tian subtly used the Soul Transfer Technique on each person after rescuing them. However, he executed it skillfully, without resorting to harsh commands. After all, the Soul Transfer Technique was merely a martial arts mental cultivation method, not a profound or mysterious art. Forcibly controlling them would backfire once they reached the Acquired Realm, causing them to break free and even harbor resentment.

So he planted a thought deep in their minds: Lord Lin Tian's life-saving grace is greater than that of parents, and we will repay it with our lives!

In the future, as long as we use both kindness and severity, and let this idea ferment, these eighteen people will eventually become the sharpest blade of the Lin family!

Lin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd. He said in a deep voice, "From this day forward, the Forbidden City and your old identities are all irrelevant to you. Xiao Guizi, Xiao Xuanzi, Xiao Tingzi… all of that is null and void! You are all surnamed Lin, and your names are listed in order from Lin Yi to Lin Shiba. You are officially joining the Fuwei Escort Agency—from this day forward, you are the 'Fuwei Eighteen Guards'! Today you are proud to join the agency; in the future, I will make the Fuwei Escort Agency shine with glory because of you!"

"Yes! Lord Lin Tian!! Today we are proud to join the Fuwei Escort Agency, and one day the agency will be proud of us!" The eighteen men roared in unison, their blood boiling with excitement, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

"Hmm." Lin Tian nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Then, the tone shifted: "Next, the first task—from the capital to Fuzhou, over four thousand li. Three hundred taels of silver per person, one month to reach the Fuwei Escort Agency headquarters. The first to arrive is Lin Yi, the last is Lin Shiba. Are you confident?"

"Yes!!" the eighteen people roared with all their might.

Of course, Lin Tian knew perfectly well that this mission was essentially about getting rid of burdens. Traveling with eighteen burdens would take too much time, especially since he also planned to take a detour to handle some business along the way.

After giving them the silver, he waved his hand, letting them set off on their own. As for whether they would run away halfway? Hmph, he never doubted his soul-shifting abilities.

This was Lin Tian's third visit to Xi'an.

The first time was when I was escorting a caravan, the second time was when I went to Mount Hua to seek out Feng Qingyang after retiring from the criminal life, and now it's the third time that I'm revisiting this place.

The fleeting years remain, the city still ablaze with lights and bustling with activity, day and night, the air thick with the allure of spring. The madam still sways gracefully at the entrance, enthusiastically soliciting customers.

"Oh, young master, you look very familiar! You must be one of our regular customers! Which lady would you like to see? I'll call her over right away!" The madam swayed her hips as she approached, her eyes sparkling with a smile.

Lin Tian raised his eyes and asked calmly, "Is Miss Dongfang here?"

The madam paused, then chuckled and tried to smooth things over: "Oh dear, unfortunately, Miss Dongfang isn't here today. Why don't you take a look at some other pretty girls, young master?"

As expected, he wasn't there...

Indeed, how could Dongfang Bubai, the dignified leader of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, be so idle as he is?

Lin Tian chuckled and shook his head, looking at her meaningfully: "In this line of work, you can't be bad at recognizing people. You really don't recognize me?"