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

In an instant, the entire intricacies of the pestle technique were fully grasped, as if personally taught by an old monk who had cultivated diligently for decades—this was the most extraordinary aspect of the system.

"The real leaders are all dead. You lackeys should go down and join them." Lin Tian's gaze swept around, and dozens of Mongol soldiers gripped their swords, their faces tense.

His voice was so soft it sounded like he was chatting.

The moment the words fell—

"Clang!"

The sword is drawn, then returned to its sheath. So fast that even blinking seems superfluous.

Before the Seven Masters of Quanzhen could react, their faces filled with bewilderment...

The twenty or thirty Mongol soldiers inside the hall froze. A red line slowly appeared on their necks, and then they collapsed to the ground with a thud, none of them surviving.

Only now did everyone understand—in that instant, Lin Tian had already slain all his enemies.

They looked at each other and saw utter horror in each other's eyes.

How long does it take from drawing the sword to sheathing it?

It's too fast to blink, but it's definitely no more than half a breath.

What can you do in half a breath? An average person can barely utter five or four words.

Lin Tian, ​​meanwhile, had already precisely killed more than twenty people scattered throughout the hall! The closest were a few steps away, and the furthest were more than ten steps away, with none missing!

Such speed and such control are beyond human capability.

"With Tian'er's cultivation level, even if Master were alive, he probably wouldn't be able to match even a tenth of his level." The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all shaken, and this thought arose almost simultaneously.

The martial arts skills Lin Tian displayed had already shattered all their imaginations of what a "master" was.

"Clean this up, don't let the blood of these bastards stain Chongyang Palace." Lin Tian glanced indifferently at the fourth-generation disciples in the main hall, his tone calm but carrying an unyielding pressure.

"Yes, Uncle-Master!" The fourth-generation disciple quickly responded and began cleaning up swiftly.

In the martial arts world, the strong are always respected, and the Quanzhen Sect is no exception.

Even if many younger generations don't know Lin Tian at all, they have witnessed him kill a powerful enemy with a single sword strike. Who wouldn't feel awe? Admiration never needs a reason; strength is the best proof.

"Hahaha! Tian'er, you've come back just in time! If you had arrived any later, this old Daoist would probably be meeting the Boundless Heavenly Venerable today!" Ma Yu stroked his beard and laughed, his face full of satisfaction.

With such a disciple, what more could one ask for!

Although they were nominally master and disciple, Ma Yu dared not act like a master because of Lin Tian's special status. Although he was a master, in reality, he was like a subject to a ruler—Emperor Lizong of Song was much more important to him than the title "master".

Asking him to put the emperor after himself? That's practically asking for his family's property to be confiscated and his entire clan wiped out!

After listening to Ma Yu's sigh, Lin Tian shook his head and chuckled: "Even if I hadn't returned, my Quanzhen Sect would not have faced the slightest danger."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Ma Yu raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled.

Lin Tian did not answer, but simply raised his hand and pointed outside the hall.

The next moment, footsteps sounded.

Guo Jing led Yang Guo in from outside the door and bowed respectfully: "Master, we were just now unable to help Junior Brother Zhitian because we witnessed his unparalleled divine power. Please forgive us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Jing's heart was still churning when his gaze fell on Lin Tian.

Previously, when he saw Lin Tian break the Big Dipper Formation, he thought that the two were evenly matched in martial arts, and perhaps he was slightly better.

But the moment Lin Tian truly drew his sword—

He then realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Lin Tian was not only stronger than him, but far stronger. Looking across the world, he couldn't think of anyone who could match him.

"So it's Jing'er. No need for formalities, no need for formalities..."

Ma Yu gently supported herself with both hands, her smile undiminished.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were closely connected, yet there was also a hidden rivalry. Legend has it that Qiu Chuji was most skilled at teaching disciples, but now look at the situation—

Lin Tian and Guo Jing, weren't they both exceptionally talented? Compared to them, Qiu Chuji's disciples were simply insignificant.

Ma Yu was secretly delighted, but she didn't show it on her face.

If Lin Tian could see what he was thinking at this moment, he would probably scoff inwardly:

This old Taoist priest with the bull-nose nose has a skin so thick it could be used as a city wall.

What does my extraordinary cultivation have to do with you?

As for Guo Jing... hehe.

What did you teach him? Just a set of Golden Goose Kung Fu. He's only where he is today because of his incredible luck and some special connections. He's only worth half a copper coin to you, and you'd have to give him change.

"By the way, Jing'er, didn't you and Rong'er live in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island? Why did you travel all the way to Zhongnan Mountain? And this child behind you... is he your child?" Ma Yu turned to Yang Guo and asked curiously.

"Reporting to Master, this is Brother Kang's son, named Yang Guo. Guo'er, why don't you quickly pay your respects to the Taoist priests?" Guo Jing gently pushed Yang Guo forward.

"Yang Guo greets all the Taoist masters." Yang Guo stepped forward reluctantly, cupped his hands in greeting, his expression indifferent, clearly not paying attention.

"Kang'er's child?" Qiu Chuji suddenly asked, his voice low.

He stared at Yang Guo for a long time, his eyes filled with complex emotions, before finally nodding: "He does indeed resemble Kang'er somewhat..."

After saying that, there was no more talk.

When Yang Kang was mentioned, this tough Taoist priest felt a mix of emotions that were hard to express.

"To be honest, Master, the reason I've come here is that I hope you can become a disciple of the Quanzhen School. I humbly request that you accept me." Guo Jing spoke earnestly and sincerely.

Ma Yu was taken aback: "Oh? But your martial arts skills far surpass mine. Wouldn't it be better if you taught me personally? Why go to such lengths?"

Guo Jing looked embarrassed.

It can't be that Yang Guo secretly practiced the Toad Stance, which angered Ke Zhen'e, so they rushed over to avoid trouble, right?

Not only would he lose face, but the Quanzhen Sect would also lose all face.

He could only explain, "Master, you are wise. All that I have learned is contained in my palms. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is a secret of the Beggars' Clan and cannot be taught to outsiders. The Quanzhen martial arts are the orthodox school of martial arts and have a profound foundation. Therefore, I wish that you, my son, could enter this school. I hope you will grant my request."

This statement sounds logical and clear, and it also gives a huge shout-out to the Quanzhen Sect.

Lin Tian sneered upon hearing this: "Even ten Guo Jings couldn't come up with this excuse. It's probably a script that Huang Rong wrote in advance and memorized perfectly."

"Um."

Ma Yu pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

His gaze swept across the main hall, finally settling on a distinguished-looking Taoist priest in a corner. He spoke calmly, "Jing'er, this is Yin Zhiping, a third-generation disciple of Junior Brother Qiu. Although not the head of the third generation, his martial arts skills are second only to Tian'er. Since you have entrusted Guo'er to me, I will naturally nurture him diligently. It is most appropriate for Zhiping to be his master. Jing'er, what do you think?"

Yin Zhiping?!

Upon hearing the name, Lin Tian raised an eyebrow.

Following Ma Yu's gaze, hey... he really did have a gentle and refined appearance. On the surface, he seemed like a sage, but in reality, he was a hypocrite.

In his past life, Lin Tian loved reading martial arts novels. He read the works of the three masters, Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Huang Yi, countless times. However, whenever he saw certain characters, he would feel a surge of resentment in his heart.

Firstly, I wish I could tear off Shi Feixuan's face, which was full of empty words of benevolence and morality; it was so fake that it made people nauseous.

Secondly, I really want to slap Li Xunhuan twice. He just gave up his perfectly good wife like that. He's incredibly stupid.

Thirdly, I most want to personally castrate Yin Zhiping, this so-called "Dragon Knight"—he abused his status to do such despicable things and deserves to be condemned by everyone!