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

West Lake, Plum Manor.

Xiang Wentian, Ren Yingying, and Linghu Chong quietly infiltrated Plum Manor, their goal being the underwater prison—to rescue Ren Woxing.

The plan remains the same: four rare treasures appear in the world, and the four friends from Jiangnan are eager to try their luck, so they all enter the arena to compete. The four are not as skilled as the others in chess, zither, calligraphy and painting, but they are reluctant to part with those rare items, so they have no choice but to call upon the "demon" imprisoned underground for a battle.

However, subsequent developments completely deviated from the original trajectory.

As soon as Ren Woxing was released from his cage, his killing intent surged. There was no time for rest or pleasantries, only a reckoning of blood and fire.

Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying joined forces to entangle Hei Baizi, their swords flashing and creating a perilous situation; Xiang Wentian fiercely intercepted Huang Zhonggong, their fists and palms clashing, causing dust to fall from the roof beams; while Ren Woxing, like a ferocious beast breaking free of its chains, used both palms to kill Dan Qingsheng and Tu Biweng on the spot!

Before the blade had even cooled, he spun around and charged forward again, his palm strike splitting rocks with even greater force. Huang Zhonggong screamed in agony as his heart meridians snapped. Hei Baizi tried to escape, but Ren Woxing grabbed him from afar, snapping his neck with a crack, and he died on the spot.

Within five steps, there were only corpses. The air was thick with the stench of blood and ecstasy.

"Hahaha—! I, Ren Woxing, have finally seen the light of day again! Dongfang Bubai! You just wait! I'll personally tear your skin off and pull out your tendons!!"

Ren Woxing roared to the sky, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman, his laughter shaking the lake surface.

"Ren...Ren Woxing?!"

Linghu Chong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His mind went blank—the person he had risked his life to save was actually the legendary, bloodthirsty former leader of the Demonic Sect who had stirred up the martial world for over a decade?!

If this gets back to Mount Hua, Master Yue Buqun will probably nail him to the Cliff of Contemplation and expose him to the sun for three years! Linghu Chong felt a chill run down his neck and his scalp tighten.

Even if he knew this person's identity beforehand, could he really be so heartless as to reject Ren Yingying?

That night outside Luoyang, a venomous snake gnawed at his body, and he teetered on the brink of death. It was she who bent down and sucked out the venomous blood, her lips and teeth stained with its stench; it was she who stayed by his side all night, never letting go of the medicine. If it weren't for her, he would have long since turned into a skeleton in the desolate wilderness.

Forget it, I'll just go back and kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

"Brother Chong... I'm sorry." Ren Yingying whispered, her eyes filled with tears, "I lied to you before by not telling you about your father's identity."

Having spent these past few days together, she had already secretly fallen for him. Now, looking at Linghu Chong, she was filled with guilt and longing.

"Nonsense." Linghu Chong shook his head and smiled. "If you hadn't saved my life, I would have been dead long ago. What's the point of talking about right and wrong?"

As they were talking, Ren Woxing's gaze suddenly fell on Linghu Chong, his eyes narrowing: "Boy, your swordsmanship... is it from the Huashan School? Tsk, strange things happen every year—that hypocrite Yue Buqun could actually produce such a person?"

Linghu Chong frowned slightly, his tone turning colder: "Senior Ren, my master is an upright and honorable man, a true gentleman of our time. I hope you will be careful with your words. Moreover, my swordsmanship was not taught by my master, but personally by the Supreme Elder Feng Qingyang."

"Feng Qingyang?!"

Ren Woxing's pupils contracted sharply, his expression changed drastically, and then he sneered: "Heh... I never thought that the Huashan Sword Sect and the Qi Sect would one day shake hands and make peace."

Linghu Chong's face flushed slightly. The conflict between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect was a deeply taboo subject within the Huashan Sect, and it remained a taboo subject to this day.

"Now that Senior Feng has appeared, he must have reached the Innate Realm and can be considered the number one expert in this world." Ren Woxing stood with his hands behind his back, his tone gloomy. "The rise of Mount Hua is just around the corner. That old bastard Zuo Lengchan is probably going to have trouble sleeping."

"Father, the rise of Mount Hua is certainly foreseeable, but Zuo Lengchan... has no time to worry anymore." Ren Yingying smiled gently.

"Hmm? What makes you say that?" Ren Woxing was taken aback.

"Master," Xiang Wentian said in a deep voice, "the Songshan Sect... has been wiped out."

"What?!" Ren Woxing whirled around. "Who did this? Shaolin? Wudang? Or my Sun Moon Cult?!"

"Neither of them," Xiang Wentian shook his head, his expression grave. "It's one person."

"Alone?!" Ren Woxing laughed angrily. "Feng Qingyang?"

"No." Xiang Wentian slowly uttered three words, "The Deadly Sword God—Lin Tian."

He paused, his voice low and menacing: "In the past year, a peerless ruthless star has appeared in the martial world. First, he slaughtered the entire Qingcheng sect, then he single-handedly stormed Mount Song, beheading Zuo Lengchan, and leaving none of the Thirteen Protectors alive. Shaolin intervened, resulting in the 108 Arhats Formation being broken, three senior monks of the Xiang generation being seriously injured and forced into seclusion, and Shaolin Temple announcing a seventy-year closure!"

"hiss--"

Ren Woxing gasped.

What kind of foundation does Shaolin possess? Three senior monks of the Xiang generation, joining forces, practically representing the pinnacle of Buddhist combat power! Yet they were defeated and forced to close their doors to visitors for seventy years?!

This isn't just being overbearing; it's defying the heavens!

"Who exactly is this person?" Ren Woxing asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"Lin Tian." Xiang Wentian's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "The number one expert of the righteous path, the Deadly Sword God."

"Moreover, half a month ago, I personally went to Fuzhou to ask Lin Tian to come and rescue the sect leader, but I didn't even see a shadow of him. When I was only a few dozen meters away, I was shocked by his fierce shout, which caused my internal organs to shift and my blood to surge. In my opinion, this person has already stepped into the Innate Realm, and even... he may have far surpassed the Initial Realm."

As soon as Xiang Wentian finished speaking, the four of them fell silent, and the room became deathly quiet.

Ren Woxing was shocked. He had been imprisoned at the bottom of West Lake for ten years, during which time the martial arts world had undergone tremendous changes, and such an astonishing martial arts prodigy had emerged!

Xiang Wentian, Ren Yingying, and Linghu Chong had complex expressions, a hint of loneliness flashing in their eyes, which eventually turned into a bitter smile on their lips.

Slaughter Qingcheng, destroy Songshan, and suppress Shaolin!

In the martial arts world today, Lin Tian is like a blazing sun in the sky, his flames burning brightly!

It was as if a god had descended to earth, looking down upon all living beings, and no one could stop him!

……

Noticing the three men's low spirits, Ren Woxing threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Ha! Even if that Deadly Sword God is incredibly powerful, isn't he still relying on his own internal energy? Hmph! If he dares to provoke me, I'll make him die on the spot under my flawless Star Absorbing Technique!" His laughter paused, his gaze sharpening. "There's no need to discuss the conflicts of the martial world now. Brother Xiang, Yingying, come with me immediately back to Blackwood Cliff—to slay that treacherous dog Dongfang Bubai and avenge my ten years of imprisonment!"

Seeing his murderous intent boiling over, Xiang Wentian hurriedly advised, "Master, wait! You have just escaped from the West Lake dungeon, your power has not yet recovered, and your vitality is greatly damaged! And what about Dongfang Bubai? He has been diligently cultivating the Sunflower Manual for ten years, and broke through to the Innate Realm several years ago, sweeping across the world and shaking the eight wastelands! Even the Sword God of Death, who is currently at the height of his power, cannot suppress his edge in the slightest!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Woxing's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with an extremely strange look: "What? You're saying... Dongfang Bubai practiced the Sunflower Manual?!"

Xiang Wentian, unaware of his meaning, nodded solemnly: "It is absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Hahaha—!!"

In an instant, Ren Woxing burst into uncontrollable laughter, his voice booming like thunder: "I never expected it! I absolutely never expected it! Dongfang Bubai actually dared to practice this 'Sunflower Manual'! I admire his ruthlessness! Hahaha!"