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

He smiled slightly and said slowly, "As you may know, Tian'er went out to train a year ago and only returned home a few days ago."

He paused, then, seeing the crowd's confusion, his voice suddenly rose: "This year, you're probably all familiar with the name Tian'er has earned in the martial world—the Deadly Sword! That's right, it's him! The Deadly Sword, feared by the southern bandits, is none other than my young master, the Lin family's eldest son! To ensure your safety on your future escort missions, he has wiped out mountain strongholds and slain bandit leaders, accumulating countless merits! Today, you should all raise a toast to him! Hahaha!"

Before the laughter subsided, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

After a long pause, Cui Decai stammered, "Young...Young Master? You...you are the Deadly Sword?!"

Lin Tian did not answer, but simply flipped his wrist and drew the Pearl Sword.

With a flash of cold light, the pair of newly replaced stone lions outside the hall split open—cleaved in two at the waist, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Sheathing his sword, he smiled faintly: "Uncle Cui, do you still think it's fake this time?"

Cui De stood frozen in place, his lips trembling: "No...it's not fake...Good heavens...our young master is actually that deadly swordsman who makes the underworld scream in terror?! From now on, who will dare to stop us on our escort missions? Just a shout of 'Lin Tian is here,' and the bandits and thugs will be scrambling to their deaths!"

"The young master is actually the infamous 'Deadly Sword' who shakes the Southern Frontier?! No matter how strong Yu Canghai is, he might not be able to suppress this reputation!"

"Since the young master has the confidence, then there's nothing more to say."

……

As the noise subsided, Lin Tian slowly stepped forward and stood in the center of the hall. Instantly, all eyes turned to him like a tidal wave.

"All of you uncles and elders here today have toiled day and night for the Fuwei Escort Agency, sweating and risking your lives. Without you, there would be no Fuwei today. Lin Tian knows this in his heart and is extremely grateful."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces. "Chief镖师 Cui, Chief镖师 Xu... you watched me grow up. Though we are not related by blood, you are closer than family. How could I, Lin Tian, ​​gamble the lives of my own people on a battle I have no chance of winning?"

His voice suddenly rose: "Today, in the battle against the Qingcheng Sect and against Yu Canghai—I have already secured victory! Everyone, rest assured!"

Before the words were even finished, his momentum surged again, like a sword being drawn from its sheath:

"Moreover, from today onwards, after the destruction of Qingcheng, Fuwei Escort Agency will no longer be a second-rate force that has to be subservient to others when accepting escort missions! Before today, we had ten branches; after today, twenty, thirty, stretching all the way to the ends of the martial world!"

"I will make Fuwei Escort Agency the number one escort agency in the world! Not only that—I will also lead the righteous path, making all heroes bow down and shaking the martial world! And all of this begins today, beginning with the flattening of Qingcheng!"

His words caused a stir in the room. The head镖师 (bodyguards) had bloodshot eyes and were filled with excitement. Even Lin Zhennan, who had been through many storms, could not hide his excitement and his breathing became rapid.

Lady Wang, holding the golden knife and standing quietly to the side, had a proud look in her eyes and a slight smile on her lips.

At this moment, the Fuwei Escort Agency was more united than ever before, like an impregnable fortress.

—There was only one exception.

Inside the woodshed, Lin Pingzhi was eating cold, hard rations and drinking well water, all alone and ignored.

……

Suddenly, two muffled thuds came from outside the door—

Click!Click!

The people in the inner hall looked up and saw that the two flagpoles in front of the security agency, each two zhang tall, had been smashed in half by a single blow and had fallen to the ground with a thud!

Lin Tian's pupils contracted, and he whispered, "Yu Canghai has arrived. Prepare for battle."

In fact, there was no need for any reminders. Everyone had already gripped their weapons, ready to pounce, just waiting for the enemy to break down the door before proceeding according to plan.

"Damn it! Lin Zhennan!! Give me back my child's life!!"

A roar ripped through the air, and the devastating palm strike erupted—

boom!!!

The door shattered with a crash, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Yu Canghai swiftly entered, taking a few steps into the inner hall. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the young man in blue robes in the hall.

The boy sat motionless, his expression calm, as if his earlier rage had nothing to do with him.

"Who are you?!" Yu Canghai's eyes flashed like knives. "Where is Lin Zhennan? Tell him to come out and face his death!"

Lin Tian slowly raised his eyes, looked the person in front of him up and down, and suddenly chuckled:

"I have long admired the name of Abbot Yu of Qingcheng Tiansong Temple. Meeting you today, I find you to be even shorter than rumored."

"You little beast! You're asking for it!!"

In an instant, anger consumed me!

With a clear "whoosh," the longsword was drawn!

Yu Canghai unleashed a move called "Lone Pine Asks the Sky," his sword flashing like a swift wind through a strong pine tree, aimed straight at Lin Tian's throat!

The Pine Breeze Sword Technique, a unique skill of the Qingcheng Sect, is renowned for its agility and speed. Its unorthodox approach and swift, powerful strikes are like a raging storm. Ordinary first-rate masters would be defeated within fifty moves under its power.

However, Lin Tian's eyes remained calm in the face of this deadly attack.

With a slight movement, and a few quick shifts, he had already avoided the attack.

Just as Yu Canghai closed in to within two or three steps—

Clang!

The Pearl Sword was suddenly drawn, a cold light flashing like lightning, piercing straight out, simple and decisive, yet perfectly blocking the incoming attack.

Having missed his first strike, Yu Canghai immediately withdrew his attack.

Moving like a cat, he slithered away, quickly creating distance, his eyes narrowed, staring intently at Lin Tian:

"It's not the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique... nor is it from the Lin family... who are you?!"

Suddenly, his gaze froze, landing on the longsword in Lin Tian's hand, and his pupils contracted sharply:

"Thirteen pearls adorned the hilt... You are—a deadly sword?!"

Lin Tian smiled, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips: "Oh? The dignified Abbot Yu has actually heard of my name. How honored I am."

"Hmph! The Deadly Sword? The Lin family killed my son, and I, Yu Canghai, will avenge that blood debt! If you are not a member of the Lin family, you'd better stop now and not stand up for them. Otherwise, you will be making an enemy of me, Yu Canghai, and the entire Qingcheng Sect—you should weigh the consequences yourself."

Yu Canghai's voice was as cold as frost and snow, but his eyes held a hint of apprehension.

He had just unleashed his full power in that "Lone Pine Asks the Heavens" move, holding nothing back, yet Lin Tian had effortlessly deflected it. That composure sent a chill down Yu Canghai's spine. He himself couldn't achieve such ease. Thinking of all the people the Deadly Sword had slain this year—each a master of the martial world—Yu Canghai felt a cold sweat run down his spine.

"Well, what Abbot Yu said... is not entirely unreasonable."

Lin Tian suddenly sighed softly, his tone languid: "If I weren't surnamed Lin, I really wouldn't bother with this matter. It's a pity, I happen to be a member of the Lin family—the Lin Zhennan you're clamoring to kill is my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Canghai's pupils shrank dramatically: "You're Lin Zhennan's son? Could it be... you're Lin Pingzhi? No! You're Lin Tian?!"

"Tsk, not too stupid." Lin Tian smiled. "At least you recognized it."

"Impossible!" Yu Canghai roared suddenly, "You are definitely not from the Lin family! I have memorized the moves of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique; what you just used was not that style at all!"

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and sneered, "I just praised you for being smart, and now you're acting stupid again? Who says that having the surname Lin means you have to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual? Doesn't your Qingcheng Sect force your unfortunate son Yu Renyan and the Four Beasts of Qingcheng to practice this stuff every day? So, your whole family wants to change their surname to Lin? If you really want to acknowledge your ancestors, that's fine too—come on, kowtow, call me grandpa, and maybe I can consider taking you in."

"How...how do you know all this?!"

Yu Canghai's expression changed drastically, then he was filled with rage: "Damn it! Renying, Renxiong, all disciples of the same generation, form the Pine Wind Sword Formation—kill him!!"

"Yes, Master!"

Before he finished speaking, thirty-six Qingcheng disciples leaped out from behind him, their longswords drawn, their cold light as sharp as mirrors, making the candlelight in the hall seem to freeze into frost.