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

Xiang Wentian's expression suddenly changed, as if he had remembered something, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints: "Oh no! Yingying! Quickly go back and find Linghu Chong!"

Just then, a high-pitched voice rang out:

"There's no need to look anymore. Linghu Chong is more than 20 li away from here. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, he won't hear you."

A dozen feet ahead, Lin Yi and Lin Qi stood quietly, their figures as cold and stern as if carved by a knife.

"You...you are Lin Tian's personal guards? Here to take our lives? The dignified leader of the righteous path, the 'Deadly Sword God' Lin Tian, ​​actually resorts to such despicable means?" Ren Yingying glared angrily, her voice trembling.

Before the words were even finished, Lin Yi and Lin Qi's faces had turned completely grim. Lin Tian was their pillar of strength; to insult him was more unforgivable than having their hearts ripped out.

"My lord promised Linghu Chong that he wouldn't kill you in front of him. He kept his word." Lin Yi spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice. "As for the one who did it... it wasn't my lord, it was me—Lin Yi."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword was drawn.

A flash of cold light, and the longsword had already pierced Ren Yingying's throat.

The next instant, Xiang Wentian followed suit. It was Lin Qi who made the move.

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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

On Blackwood Cliff, the wind brushes the eaves, the clear bells ring softly, the water reflects the moon, and a thousand flowers swirl.

The zither and flute played in harmony, their melodies lingering and serene.

The musicians were Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang.

Lin Tian and Dongfang Bubai sat upright to one side, listening quietly with their eyes closed.

The song ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

"Not bad." Dongfang Bubai nodded slightly, his tone still icy. "If I had known that 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer' was so beautiful, I should have summoned you to perform it long ago."

In front of others, she never showed weakness or acted coquettishly. Only at this moment did her eyebrows twitch slightly, revealing a hint of approval.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang rose and bowed. Qu Yang respectfully asked, "Master, Young Hero Lin, may we ask what brings you here today?"

Lin Tian chuckled: "Firstly, I want to hear 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer' again, and secondly... I'd like you two to be my witnesses."

"Witness?" Qu Yang was taken aback. "What is it?"

"It's nothing," Lin Tian said calmly. "I just want to have a fight with Dongfang—to see who is truly the number one in the world."

He spoke of it so casually, as if it were just a drinking contest.

Lin Tian spoke casually.

But Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang seemed to have been struck by lightning, frozen in place and unable to move.

Number one in the world?!

These four words carried immense weight! They shook people to their core!

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Immediately, their faces flushed crimson, and their breathing quickened. After all, they were men of the martial world, men who lived by the sword, their lives intertwined with the sounds of music. To witness this epic duel was an incredible stroke of luck!

In truth, Lin Tian's original intention was simply to settle his duel with Dongfang in some remote, desolate place. He hated being watched and pointed at like a monkey show.

But Dongfang Bubai wouldn't have it!

She was worried about what would happen if Lin Tian lost and refused to pay his debt. So Lin Tian decided to go all out and dragged Liu Qu and his companion, who were hiding in the back of Blackwood Cliff pretending to be hermits, out of the mountains.

Why them of all?

It's all because on Blackwood Cliff, Lin Tian only knows these two living creatures. Dongfang is afraid Lin Tian will renege on the debt, while Lin Tian is afraid Dongfang will deny his identity after winning!

"Seniors, please retreat fifty feet." Lin Tian said calmly. "If you get injured by the aftershocks during the fight, I will not be responsible."

Fifty zhang? Two hundred and fifty paces? It's just two people sparring, is it necessary to hide that far?

Liu and Qu looked at each other, wondering to themselves, but they didn't ask any more questions and obediently backed away.

As the wind rose, Lin Tian's green robe fluttered in the wind, and the Mingzhu sword in his hand gleamed coldly.

Opposite him, Dongfang Bubai, in a crimson robe like flames and adorned with shimmering gold ornaments, resembled a bewitching concubine emerging from a raging inferno.

The two stood facing each other, several dozen paces apart.

Looking at Lin Tian, ​​Dongfang smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling: "Young Master Lin, I'm at the Perfected Innate Realm, while you're only at the Minor Completion of the Innate Realm. There are still three months left until our agreed-upon one-year deadline. Would you like to wait a little longer?"

Her tone was gentle, as if she were advising an ignorant child: "With your talent, young master, if you seclude yourself for three months, you might be able to break through to the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm. Then, when you come to fight me, your chances of winning will be much greater."

She paused, blinked, and said half-jokingly, "Or—would you admit defeat now? I'll consider it a 50% loss, how about that?"

Lin Tian challenges perfection with only minor achievements?

Only after truly reaching the Perfection realm did Dongfang realize how terrifying it was. Now, she was confident that she could fight ten of her own kind at the same level with ease! Not to mention dealing with Lin Tian, ​​who was merely at the Lesser Completion realm.

She didn't believe Lin Tian had any chance of winning.

Women should always give men some face.

Lin Tian simply shook his head, then suddenly smiled: "Since you say I'm a genius, do you know what true genius is?"

Dongfang raised an eyebrow and gently shook his head.

Lin Tian's expression turned serious, and his voice rang out firmly: "To fight beyond one's level, to use one's lesser cultivation level to directly confront a greater cultivation level opponent, and even—to overpower them—that's what true talent is!"

"Pooh!"

The man's cheeks flushed slightly, and he spat under his breath, "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"

Having spent the past two weeks living together at Blackwood Cliff, she had long seen through Lin Tian's true character—his skin was thicker than a city wall, his mouth sharper than a knife, and he had absolutely no morals.

She gave a soft snort, ignoring the joke, but her gaze narrowed slightly, becoming more serious.

Lin Tian suddenly stopped joking and said calmly, "Dongfang, have you ever thought about it... where did I get the complete 'Sunflower Manual' from?"

"Hmm?" Dongfang's eyebrows twitched, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

She had searched for that legendary secret manual for years without success, traversing the entire martial world without finding a trace of it. How did Lin Tian obtain it? She had always been curious, but had never spoken of it.

Lin Tian smiled, his voice as soft as the wind: "Half a year ago, I broke into the Ming Dynasty palace at night and killed an old eunuch who had reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm. I found him under his pillow. At that time, I was only at the Perfection of the Acquired Realm."

The pupils of the Easterners contract slightly.

A Perfected Heaven Realm cultivator can slay a Great Perfected Innate Realm cultivator?!

The gap between them is even more unfathomable than the difference between innate minor achievement and perfect achievement!

She finally became serious, her heart filled with turmoil.

As expected... he's the man that Dongfang Bubai has taken a liking to.

"It seems I underestimated you, young master." Her red lips parted slightly, her tone growing colder. "In that case—I will show no mercy."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand.

Nine silver needles shot out from the sky, three in a group, forming a "品" shape and shooting swiftly into the sky!

The speed was as fast as lightning!

Lin Tian dared not be careless and drew his longsword.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

In a flash, he thrust nine times, accurately knocking away all nine silver needles.

That's terrifying force!

That embroidery needle, as thin as a hair, contained a force of a thousand pounds! If any master who had acquired his skills were to catch it, he would probably have his weapon knocked out of his hand!

Despite missing his target, Dongfang remained neither surprised nor angry.

With a light touch of the toes, the figure vanished instantly.

The wide, crimson robe billowed in the wind, yet its speed remained undiminished.

The Sunflower Movement Technique is as fast as a ghost!

Lin Tian only felt a flash of red before his eyes, and the killing intent was already at his chest!

"So fast!!" He was shocked and a chill ran down his spine.