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

Before the words were even finished, Lin Tian interrupted, his tone certain: "The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual! What they're practicing is actually our Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!"

"What?!" Lin Zhennan's pupils shrank, and he was so shocked that he almost stood up. "But didn't you say that the moves in our family's 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual' were mediocre and not even top-tier martial arts?"

"The moves are indeed quite ordinary." Lin Tian shrugged, a slight smile playing on his lips. "But if paired with the corresponding internal energy cultivation method—that's a completely different story. Even unremarkable moves can unleash earth-shattering power."

"An internal energy cultivation technique?!" Lin Zhennan turned his head sharply. "But this technique wasn't among the belongings left by my late father! Where did you find it?"

"Hehe, Father, you know I'm a very curious person." Lin Tian grinned and spread his hands, "The more you say that the ancestral relics in the old house in Xiangyang Lane shouldn't be rummaged through, the more I want to see them. As a result, I actually found it—the mental cultivation manual that comes with the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique was hidden in a hidden compartment in the wall."

"You! How could you..." Lin Zhennan was so angry that his beard trembled, but he couldn't say the next sentence.

"Don't rush, Father." Lin Tian waved his hand, his tone light. "Think about it, if Great-Grandfather really didn't want to keep this manual, he could have just burned it. Why leave behind a will saying 'Do not read it'? Isn't that a clear sign of hesitation? He was reluctant to destroy it, yet he was afraid that future generations would practice it incorrectly. That's why he hid it and added a warning—essentially giving us the choice."

After saying that, he ignored the frustrated Lin Zhennan, turned to the eager Lin Pingzhi, and asked with a smile, "Want to learn this Evil-Repelling Sword Technique? Sure, as long as Father nods, I'll teach you right away."

After speaking, he turned and went into the house. A moment later, he brought out an old cassock and handed it to Lin Zhennan.

Lin Zhennan took it, unfolded it, and saw the first line of text: "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself."

The eight words caught his eye, and his face turned deathly pale, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

"Father, let me practice!" Lin Pingzhi urged from the side, oblivious to the danger, his eyes shining.

Lin Tian glanced at him sideways, his expression as if he were looking at a dying man.

Sure enough, the next second Lin Zhennan flew into a rage, roaring, "Shut up! If you dare utter another word, you'll be punished according to family rules!"

Lin Pingzhi was taken aback, then curled up into a ball and muttered softly, "Fine, if you don't want to practice, then don't... Sword practice isn't as exciting as fist practice, why are you being so fierce..."

Lin Tian knew perfectly well—this kid was living a comfortable life now, with fine clothes, sumptuous food, and beautiful wives and concubines. How could he possibly castrate himself to practice such a mad martial art? In the original story, he only took this path because his family was destroyed and he had nowhere else to turn. Now that he was so at ease, he would never touch this forbidden technique.

Just then, Lin Zhennan's expression suddenly stiffened. He looked up at Lin Tian, ​​his voice trembling, "Tian'er... you wouldn't... have already practiced this 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual,' would you?"

After all, Lin Tian's martial arts skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past six months, clearly conforming to the sword manual's description: "One day's skill is equivalent to a hundred days of hard work for others."

After explaining for a long time, Lin Tian almost unbuckled his belt on the spot to prove his innocence before Lin Zhennan reluctantly believed him—mainly because Lin Tian's voice hadn't changed, his beard had grown as usual, and he had all the physical characteristics of a man, which made Lin Zhennan breathe a sigh of relief.

The lunch table is filled with the aroma of food.

But Lin Tian always felt that the atmosphere was strange.

His mother's gaze remained fixed on him the entire time, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Mom, what's wrong?" He picked up a piece of food and asked casually, "Is the food not to your liking?"

Madam Wang bit her lip and finally spoke, her voice so low it sounded like she was telling a secret: "Tian'er... let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, there are actually... many pleasures between men and women..."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!" Lin Tian spat out a mouthful of rice, choking and turning his face red.

But Madam Wang didn't listen and continued, "You don't believe me? Wait until your father takes you to a brothel one day, then you'll know your mother isn't lying to you."

"Pfft!!!" This time it was Lin Zhennan's turn to spit out his food, his face turned green.

He told his wife about the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" and asked her to privately persuade her son—but he never expected that her way of persuading him would be to visit brothels!

Lin Pingzhi stared wide-eyed, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Mom...were you speaking human language just now?

"What are you looking at! Eat your food!" Madam Wang's eyes flashed as she swept her gaze across the inedible food on the table and shouted sternly.

"..." Lin Pingzhi lowered his head silently, not daring to move his chopsticks.

Lin Tian glanced at Lin Zhennan, whose face was flushed red, and immediately understood—the whole truth about the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" must have been revealed.

The mother urged her son to go to a brothel...

This move is truly ruthless.

Lin Tian shook his head slightly, his tone helpless: "Mother, Father has probably told you everything about the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. Don't worry, I will never touch that thing."

Seeing Madam Wang's brow furrow slightly, as if she had some doubts, he quickly added, "Mother, you know the difference between martial arts realms—even mastering the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual' only leads to the Acquired Perfection stage. But I'm already at the Lesser Completion stage of the Innate realm. Your son isn't out of his mind; how could I possibly abandon something so high for something lower?"

"Phew... I feel relieved now." Madam Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

But then her eyes darted away and fixed on him again: "Tian'er, you're twenty-two already, don't you have a girl you like? Although our Lin family is a martial arts family, I don't care about social status. Bring whoever you like back so I can take a look. Don't be afraid of me, I don't eat people."

You don't eat people? Haha... If I said I wanted to take Dongfang Bubai home to recognize his family, you'd probably faint on the spot.

"Um... Mother, I'm currently stuck in a critical period of breakthrough and really can't concentrate on it." Lin Tian's eyes darted around, and he immediately shifted the blame. "By the way! Pingzhi is twenty-two already, and his martial arts aptitude is just average. How about we get him settled down first, so you can have a big, healthy grandson soon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Pingzhi's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

What's this called? "Sitting in the house, a marriage comes from heaven."

—Outside Luoyang city, a quiet bamboo house.

"Uncle Xiang, how did you end up here?" A woman in her early twenties with stunning beauty stood to the side, her eyes flashing slightly as she looked at a lean-faced man beside her.

This person is none other than Xiang Wentian, the Left Guardian of the Sun Moon Sect, known in the martial arts world as "Heavenly King Laozi".

And she was the Holy Maiden of the sect—Ren Yingying.

Xiang Wentian tilted his head back and downed the wine in his cup, his eyebrows dancing with excitement: "Yingying, great news! I've found the place where the sect leader is imprisoned! Hahaha!"

"What?!" Ren Yingying looked up abruptly, her pupils shrinking.

There is only one person in the world who can make even the "King of Heaven" bow down and willingly call him "Master"—Ren Woxing!

"Father...where is he being held?!" Her voice was strained, and her fingertips trembled slightly.