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

"Well, you lecherous scoundrel! Take this!!" The men ignored all explanations, their swords flashing as they attacked. However, after only two moves, all four men were lying on the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Esteemed Daoists, you have misunderstood. I have come here only to pay my respects to the Immortal Changchun," Guo Jing said again.

"Hmph! Did you come to pay your respects to Master Changchun, or to snatch that girl surnamed Long? You know the answer in your heart! Don't think that our Quanzhen Sect has no one left! You just wait! Just you wait!!" After uttering these harsh words, the group scrambled away and fled.

"Brother Dao, please wait! Please hear me out..." No matter how much Guo Jing shouted, the other party didn't turn around.

"Hey, you bunch of stinking Taoist priests! Don't you dare run away! If you dare stay, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Yang Guo shouted, jumping up and down.

"Guo'er, stop talking," Guo Jing gently stopped him.

"Uncle Guo, you let these people off the hook, but they've slandered your innocence instead. Oh dear... I'm so angry!" Yang Guo still looked indignant.

"Yes... How can we just throw around the word 'lecher'? There must be something fishy going on here." Guo Jing frowned slightly. "Guo'er, let's go up the mountain and find out the truth."

Just as they were about to set off, they suddenly heard a voice behind them:

"A visitor ahead... could it be Senior Brother Guo?"

Guo Jing paused, turned around, and saw a young man in a blue robe approaching slowly, his face unfamiliar. He looked slightly suspicious, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Young brother, I don't seem to recognize you before. Why do you say that?"

Although he couldn't discern the man's true strength, Guo Jing was certain from his steady breathing and silent gait that this man possessed profound internal energy and was no ordinary person.

"My name is Lin Tian, ​​a third-generation disciple of Quanzhen, and I was taught by Ma Yu. Back then, my master went to the grasslands to teach Senior Brother Guo the Golden Goose Skill, which can be considered a connection with Quanzhen. Therefore, I dare to call him Senior Brother." Lin Tian replied with a smile.

"So it's Junior Brother Zhitian! Master Ma Yu once mentioned that he took in a disciple with extraordinary talent more than ten years ago. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary. Junior Brother's inner energy is profound, and his skill is probably no less than mine. I admire you." Guo Jing said solemnly.

Zhi Tian? What kind of name is that? The third generation of Quanzhen is the "Zhi" generation, so they just stuff "Zhi" into everyone's name?!

Lin Tian inwardly scoffed, but outwardly replied humbly, "I dare not compare myself to Senior Brother Guo. You are a renowned figure in the martial world, already among the top in this era, far beyond my reach."

He flattered her outwardly, but inwardly sneered: even ten Guo Jings tied together wouldn't be enough for him to crush with one hand.

"Hey, you're also a stinky Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect? But why are you dressed differently from them?" Yang Guo poked his head out and tilted his head to look at him.

"Guo'er! Don't be rude!" Guo Jing's face darkened, and he scolded in a low voice, "That's Daoist Lin! Apologize at once!"

Yang Guo reluctantly stepped forward and muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Master Lin."

Guo Jing quickly smiled apologetically and cupped his hands, saying, "Junior Brother Zhitian, this child lost his father at a young age, and his mother passed away early. He had been wandering the streets ever since, and I only recently found him. He was rude and offended you, Junior Brother. I hope you will forgive him."

Lin Tian waved his hand dismissively, instead smiling as he sized up Yang Guo: "Who would want to wear such stuffy and ugly clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo was stunned on the spot, and even Guo Jing looked bewildered.

What?

"Oh, right!" Guo Jing suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Junior Brother Zhitian, what exactly happened at Chongyang Palace? Why did those fellow Daoists insist that I was a lecherous thief?"

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "I've been wandering the martial world for several years and just returned to the sect. I really don't know what's been going on in the sect lately. But to say that Senior Brother Guo is a lecher... ha, I would never believe it! It must be a misunderstanding. Let's go up the mountain first and ask Master and Uncle for clarification."

"That suits me perfectly," Guo Jing nodded in agreement.

The two moved with incredible speed; if they hadn't been with Yang Guo, they probably wouldn't have been able to get back to Chongyang Palace in less than a quarter of an hour.

As soon as they arrived at the palace gate, the three of them were surrounded by a group of Taoist priests wielding swords.

The middle-aged Taoist priest at the head of the group, though appearing refined, actually exuded a menacing aura. Without uttering a word, he shouted sternly, "You audacious lecher! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Zhongnan Mountain! Surrender now, or do you wish to taste the power of my Quanzhen sword?!"

Guo Jing responded loudly: "I am Guo Jing from Peach Blossom Island, and I have come to pay my respects to the Immortal Changchun. There have been occasional conflicts down the mountain, and I apologize for any offense I may have caused. Please forgive me, fellow Daoists."

"Ha!" Zhao Zhijing sneered. "You have the nerve to be so shameless! The great hero Guo is renowned throughout the land; how could a shameless scoundrel like you possibly impersonate him? Don't think you can fool us just by using a name!"

Seeing Guo Jing's embarrassed expression, Lin Tian chuckled and stepped forward: "Respectfully, Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zhijing interrupted him, "Who's your senior brother?! Not only are you impersonating Guo Jing, but you also dare to impersonate a disciple of Quanzhen? At least try to look convincing—you're not even wearing a Daoist robe! You do look familiar... Who are you?"

Lin Tian's eyes darkened, and he cursed inwardly: Is this Zhao Zhijing a reincarnation of a mad dog, biting anyone he sees?

"Hmph!" Zhao Zhijing sneered, "How dare you trespass on my Quanzhen Holy Land! Today I'll show you what I'm capable of—"

"Set up the formation! The Big Dipper Formation!!"

At a command, ninety-eight Taoist priests drew their swords and formed a battle formation!

Seven people form a group, and fourteen groups work together to instantly form a magnificent sword formation, with a chilling light and a murderous aura soaring to the sky!

"The Great Dipper Formation, activate!"

Zhao Zhijing roared, and a hundred men moved in unison, their swords pointing directly at the three of them!

Guo Jing frowned, quickly shielding Yang Guo behind him. Just as he was about to make a move, a calm voice came from beside him:

"Brother Guo has come from afar and is a distinguished guest of our Quanzhen Sect. It would be impolite to greet him with swords and spears—there is no need to trouble you, brother; just leave it to me."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Tian had already stepped out.

Guo Jing opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't stop him. He just kept a close eye on the battle, ready to step in and provide support at any time.

"A mad dog, is it?" Lin Tian's eyes suddenly turned cold. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure swept up like the wind.

He did not draw his sword.

He's not even worthy of showing his weapon to deal with these small fry.

His figure weaved and shifted amidst the sword shadows, as elusive as a ghost. No matter how many swords and blades you wielded, you couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. And with each palm strike, someone fell to the ground.

"Snake-like Leap?! This... this is a movement technique from the Nine Yin Manual? Impossible! But that palm technique... Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm! It is indeed our sect's unique skill! To be able to remain so composed in the face of the Big Dipper Formation, no wonder Uncle-Master Ma Yu called him a 'genius born of heaven'!" Guo Jing was shocked.

The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm technique originated from a blue card martial art obtained in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". Although it has not been specially practiced, it has already reached the realm of "divine skill", which is more than enough to crush this group of noobs.

"Wow...that's too...too strong..." Yang Guo's mouth dropped open, his eyes almost popping out.

"How was it, Guo'er?" Guo Jing seized the opportunity to offer some words of encouragement. "Uncle Guo wasn't lying to you, was he? Quanzhen martial arts are the only true orthodox style in the world! It's your good fortune to be able to enter this sect!"