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

Over the years, she had painstakingly searched for the whereabouts of the complete book, but all the clues had gone cold. Yet, a young man had easily brought it to her.

She closed the book and looked up at the madam.

His gaze was like a knife, piercing through her soul. The madam felt as if she had fallen into the deepest hell, where every breath felt like an eternity.

After a long pause, Dongfang Bubai spoke calmly: "Have you read this book?"

"I wouldn't dare! I would rather die than even look at the Master's possessions!" The madam shook her head repeatedly.

"Hmm." A soft reply followed by silence.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again: "That young man, did he have a message for me?"

"Ah...yes, yes!" The madam was startled, finally remembering Lin Tian's entrustment. Her face turned ashen, and she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to say:

"He said... 'Try your best! Keep going!' And then—" she closed her eyes, shouting the last sentence with a desperate resolve, "Wait for me to conquer you!!"

After saying this, he lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, as if he were about to be splattered with blood at any moment.

On his high seat, Dongfang Bubai's expression faltered slightly.

An image of that man, lounging lazily against the railing, a smile playing on his lips, appeared before her eyes, a mixture of roguishness and arrogance, as he spoke to her, word by word:

"Keep trying! Keep going! I'm coming to conquer you—"

A smile suddenly appeared on her lips, a hint of amusement flashing across her eyes.

A soft whisper, like the tinkling of bells in the wind: "Conquer me? Ha... I, Dongfang Bubai, am not someone you can conquer so easily!"

He paused, his gaze deepening, a chilling flame flickering within him.

"Besides, you dared to send over the complete 'Sunflower Manual' before the bet was even settled—are you that confident you can win?"

She slowly rose, her robes fluttering, her voice like a cold moon hanging in the sky:

"If you cannot conquer me... then I, Dongfang Bubai, will personally subdue you."

My heart is filled with turmoil.

She didn't know how Lin Tian knew that what she had cultivated was only an incomplete version, nor did she understand where he got such courage and confidence.

But that's precisely why it makes her even more excited.

Only a man as unruly and defying the heavens as this is qualified to compete with her.

"Alright, go and collect your reward." Dongfang Bubai waved her sleeve lightly, turned and left, her steps revealing a hint of urgency—she was about to go into seclusion and could no longer contain herself. The madam was left behind, looking bewildered at the empty hall, her heart filled with doubt.

Fuzhou, Fuwei Escort Agency.

The day after Lin Tian's return, a member of the Eighteenth Guard of Fuwei arrived, causing him to frown slightly. Although he had detoured through Xi'an, he had only taken a little over ten days to return. As for this group of eunuchs? They were all pampered and delicate, unable to even ride a horse for half a day. Logically, it should have taken them at least twenty-five days to reach Fuzhou.

But only ten days later, the person arrived.

To his surprise, the first one to arrive was the youngest one—Xiao Guizi.

His posture was stiff, his thighs were chafed raw, and he walked with a limp, clearly from being rubbed raw by the saddle. Lin Tian knew at a glance: this kid had risked his life to get here.

Unbeknownst to him, Xiao Guizi witnessed the entire battle. When Lin Tian cleaved the earth with his sword, causing the world to change color, in his eyes, Lin Tian was no longer an ordinary person, but a god descended to earth wielding a sword. Even without the brainwashing of the Soul Transfer Technique, he was already completely convinced and regarded him as a faith.

"Alright, from now on, you are Lin Yi," Lin Tian said calmly.

"Yes! Your subordinate... Your subordinate is Lin Yi from now on!" Xiao Guizi—no, Lin Yi—blushed and his voice trembled, as if he had been bestowed with supreme glory.

Subsequently, the remaining seventeen people arrived one after another, all within the twenty-five-day limit.

In just six months, Lin Tian destroyed Mount Song and suppressed Shaolin, his achievements as thunderous as a thunderclap, shaking the entire martial arts world. The rumors grew increasingly exaggerated, even embellished, until finally even he himself couldn't help but doubt: Am I really just a mortal?

Gradually, Lin Tian, ​​the "Deadly Sword God," has been elevated to the altar of the number one master of the righteous path.

Alongside Dongfang Bubai of the Sun Moon Sect, they stood as twin peaks, facing each other from afar. Furthermore, some with ulterior motives secretly fanned the flames, advocating for a decisive battle between the two, intending to stir up a massive upheaval.

However, neither Lin Tian nor Dongfang Bubai both bothered to respond to the clamor of these clowns.

Fuzhou, Fuwei Escort Agency.

"All the acquired internal energy in my body has been transformed into innate energy, and I have finally stepped into the minor completion stage of the innate realm." Lin Tian's eyes flickered slightly as he murmured to himself.

With a thought, a familiar information panel appeared before his eyes:

Name: Lin Tian

Age: 20

Supernatural powers: Driving mountains and moving peaks

Comprehension of artistic conception: The artistic conception of death [45%], the artistic conception of earth [73%]

Cultivation level: Lesser Completion of the Innate Realm

Cultivation Techniques: Nine Yin Manual, Chapter 3 (out of 4), Formless Sword Bone, Nuwa Visualization Diagram

Cultivational Martial Arts Technique: Thirteen Deadly Swords [Transcendental]

Equipment: Pearl Longsword [Blue Grade]

……

"Every time I contemplate the Nuwa image, I focus on cultivating the intent of death, because it resonates more with my temperament than swordsmanship." Lin Tian sighed softly, "But who would have thought that the supernatural power 'Mountain Driving and Mountain Chasing' would be like having a cheat code, with my earth intent rising rapidly, sometimes even increasing by one point after a nap."

He shook his head helplessly at this point.

Over the past six months, his understanding of "driving mountains and surging peaks" has become increasingly profound. He has long realized that it is by no means as simple as opening a crack in the ground or building a mound of earth.

To be precise, this is the ultimate control over the "Earth" element of the Five Elements.

When he incorporates the essence of earth into his swordplay, each strike is as heavy as a mountain, as if the entire earth moves with the sword, making it hard for people to breathe.

Even more remarkably, whenever he calmed his mind and focused on his supernatural powers, he would hear a deep, resonant rhythm in his ears—like the breath of the earth, or the pulsation of its veins. Sometimes, he even felt his body quietly merge into the soil, resonating with the earth.

He had reason to believe that if he took another step forward, techniques like earth-moving magic and shrinking the earth to an inch, which were almost like immortal arts, would no longer be illusions.

Lin Tian pushed open the door to the quiet room and slowly walked out.

Inside the courtyard, the Eighteen Guards of Fuwei were practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

Swords flashed and gleamed, their movements ruthless and swift, devoid of any fancy flourishes.

As expected of a cultivation technique obtained through sacrifice—severing oneself in exchange for heaven-defying cultivation speed. Even Lin Tian, ​​who possesses a system, was astonished.

In half a year, the lowest among the eighteen people had reached the Lesser Acquired Realm, twelve people remained stable in this realm, and the best of the best even broke through to the Greater Acquired Realm.

What surprised him most was that Lin Yi had actually reached the Perfected Acquired Realm.

The key point is that this is the acquired perfection of practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!

Just think about how Yue Buqun could easily defeat Zuo Lengchan with this level of skill in the original novel, and you'll know how terrifyingly powerful it is. One is worth two? That's a conservative estimate.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Lin Zhennan and Lin Pingzhi walked side by side.

Looking at the Eighteen Guards of Fuwei, Lin Pingzhi's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to ask, "Big brother, what kind of martial arts do they practice? Half a year ago, when they first arrived, they couldn't even beat me all together. Now, any one of them could probably easily defeat ten of me! Big brother, why don't you teach me?"

"Hmm...this swordsmanship..." Lin Zhennan squinted, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, muttering, "Why does it look so familiar? It's like..."