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

But he didn't move for a long time.

It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I can't let go.

With Lin Pingzhi's support and his years of behind-the-scenes planning, Lin Zhennan and his wife are well able to enjoy their later years in peace.

Only the East…

He couldn't bear to part with it.

He had even secretly vowed that if he couldn't take her away, he would rather die in this world.

"When the host's cultivation reaches the Mythical Realm or above, consuming one gold card will allow you to bring back one person from a past world," the system finally revealed.

Lin Tian remained silent.

Above the mythical realm? He hasn't even stepped into the legend realm yet.

Golden cards? Never even heard of them.

"Host! As a man with a system, your journey is to conquer all the heavens and myriad worlds! The realm above mythology is merely the starting point! As for the gold card, it is only one level higher than your current silver card, and the difficulty of achieving it is manageable. Please do not be passive or slack off!" The system unusually became enthusiastic.

Too……

It only took him two or three years to go from second-rate to innate perfection.

If we work hard for a few more years, the realm of mythology may not be so far away.

With a perfect innate lifespan of two hundred years, and each time one enters the Legendary Realm, an additional hundred years are added. With the aptitude of the East, even in this world with scarce spiritual energy, reaching the Legendary Realm is not difficult—at least a lifespan of three hundred years is easily within reach.

It's only been a few years since we separated.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; who knows how many new things they'll discover when they reunite...

With his mind clear, Lin Tian felt a sudden sense of relief.

"Husband, is something on your mind?" Dongfang asked with a light laugh when she saw him hesitate.

After sharing a bed for three years, how could she not notice the slightest change in his expression?

Since he didn't say anything, she didn't ask.

As long as he still loves her, that's enough.

Lin Tian took a deep breath, gazed at her stunning face, and said in a low voice, "Dongfang, I have to go on a long trip in a few days... I can't take you with me."

Dongfang was taken aback, then stood up: "Where are we going? How long will it take? I'll pack your things."

"I don't know where to go," he said, his voice slightly hoarse, "at least... ten years."

ten years?

Even in mythology, he wouldn't dare to make a guarantee.

Dongfang stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and looked directly at him.

After a long silence, she whispered, "Is this what you've been hiding for three years? You can't take me with you?"

Lin Tian shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The air stagnated, spreading silently.

Suddenly, Dongfang Hong's lips parted slightly, her voice as cold as frost: "Ten years! Fine, I'll give you ten years! If you don't return by then—" Her eyes flashed sharply, "Even if I have to shatter mountains and rivers, dig three feet into the ground, I will drag you out of the cycle of reincarnation!"

Lin Tian gazed at her stunningly beautiful face, his heart burning with passion. He said, word by word, "Ten years from now, even if heaven and earth collapse and yin and yang reverse, I will definitely come back. Even if you hide in the deepest hell, I will open your coffin and take you away with my own hands."

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, a peerless overlord emerged on the grasslands—Temujin! He conquered with ruthless force, unified various tribes, destroyed the Liao Dynasty, established the Mongol Empire, and was honored as "Genghis Khan," his power shaking the world!

After Temujin's death, his grandson Kublai Khan succeeded him. The Mongol cavalry remained sharp-edged, eyeing the south of the Yangtze River, determined to crush the Song Dynasty into dust.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a figure appeared out of thin air and landed silently.

Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise I would have been scared out of my wits on the spot.

Lin Tian glanced around, his brows twitching slightly. He thought to himself, "The spiritual energy of this world is several times richer than that of the Smiling Proud Wanderer world. Although it hasn't reached the level of defying the heavens, there should be quite a few innate masters... I just wonder if there are any who have stepped into the legendary realm?"

With his innate perfect realm, he had long since resonated with heaven and earth, and could sense the flow of spiritual energy with every breath, so he would naturally not miss such subtle differences.

"System, where am I?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Based on the host's memory mapping, the current world can be identified as the world of 'The Return of the Condor Heroes'," the system's mechanical voice announced. "A purple identity card has been detected in the host. Activate it?"

"Can it be determined as?!" Lin Tian's brow twitched, a strange sense of foreboding rising in his heart, but he didn't think much of it and simply nodded: "Use it!"

"Purple identity card activation in progress... Identity generation complete—"

"Host's identity confirmed: Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, committed adultery with a palace maid after drinking, resulting in the birth of their child. The mother died in childbirth. As the only bloodline of Emperor Lizong, he was envied by the favored concubine, Consort Jia, who falsely accused him of being a 'lone star of calamity' and that he needed to cultivate in the Taoist sect for more than ten years to suppress the calamity. He has now become a disciple of Master Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and has been traveling the world for several years. Today, he is returning to Zhongnan Mountain."

"..." Lin Tian paused for three seconds, "Can you please stop with this melodramatic script?"

After a moment, he suddenly spoke up: "Where are the orange cards?"

"Identity setting changed: The legitimate son of Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, and Empress Xie Daoyun. When he was born, auspicious purple clouds appeared three thousand miles eastward, which was regarded as a good omen by the whole country. He was obsessed with martial arts from an early age. Emperor Lizong personally appointed Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, as his tutor, personally taught him martial arts, and cultivated him to become a pillar of the country."

Lin Tian's eyes lit up—it was indeed miles ahead of the purple one!

He then asked, "And red?"

"The son of the treacherous minister Jia Sidao was frail and sickly, and his life was nearing its end. He was sent to Zhongnan Mountain to cultivate Taoism and prolong his life. He has now returned from his travels and returned to Quanzhen."

"..." Lin Tian's lips twitched. "Compared to other colors, purple is still better. But system, why is it that all my identities are related to the Quanzhen Sect?"

"There are two reasons: First, the Nine Yin Manual that the host is practicing belongs to the orthodox Taoist school; second, the current location is in the Zhongnan Mountain area, and the system generates an identity according to the principle of proximity."

"The principle of proximity?" Lin Tian rolled his eyes. "You must have a perfect score on the TOEFL."

Sometimes, he was speechless at the absurdity of this system.

But that's good, the Quanzhen Sect's reputation is strong enough. Although the Seven Immortals' martial arts skills are mediocre, they hold extremely high status in the martial arts world, and basically no one dares to provoke them easily when traveling the martial arts world.

But... is he Emperor Lizong's son?

He quickly went through the historical records in his mind—wait a minute, Emperor Lizong of Song didn't have any sons! The throne was ultimately passed to his nephew Zhao Qi!

In other words... as long as I outlive or kill the current emperor, wouldn't I be able to ascend the throne and play the emperor for a few days?

The moment the thought arose, Lin Tian's mind was filled with images of himself on the dragon throne, with all the officials kneeling in worship, and his blood surged slightly.

Immediately, he shook his head violently, banishing this absurd fantasy from his mind.

With the ten-year deadline fast approaching and his goal being to break through to the Mythical Realm or higher, he'll probably be too late to even stay in this world. Why would he have the time to fight for the throne?

"Host, please be reminded: The flow of time varies across the myriad realms..."

"Huh?!" Lin Tian's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oops!

How could time be the same in different worlds? Damn it! I completely forgot to ask about such crucial information!

"System!!" he practically roared, "What's the ratio of time flow between the Condor Heroes world and the Smiling Proud Wanderer world?! Why didn't you tell me something so important before you left?!"

His face tightened, and the most terrifying scene had already appeared in his mind—he had secluded himself for ten years, but a thousand years had passed in the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and the East had long since turned to dust, leaving not even a trace of bones!