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

Ma Yu's expression changed several times, finally turning into a long sigh: "If it weren't for Tian'er's intervention that day, Quanzhen would have been destroyed long ago. Since things have come to this, you don't need to blame yourself. Just take good care of the sect in the future, that will be enough."

The situation is already set, and any further words would only add to the sadness.

But Lin Tian smiled lightly and spoke again: "I said, since it started because of me, I will settle it."

Ma Yu frowned: "Tian'er, this is not the time to be reckless! Although you are exceptionally talented and your martial arts far surpass those of Patriarch Chongyang, how can you, alone, withstand five thousand elite Mongol cavalry?!"

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Why not?"

Ma Yu was stunned and speechless.

He had no reason to refute it—the young man before him had already surpassed the limits of their understanding and was stronger than an ordinary person.

"The path of martial arts is endless." Lin Tian's smile deepened. "Since there is no end, what does it matter if you fight an army or even an entire nation when you reach the pinnacle? Although I haven't reached the ultimate level yet, I think I'm qualified to try and hold off an army."

After speaking, he stopped looking at the six Quanzhen disciples who were now dumbfounded, turned around, lightly stepped on the ground, and moved like the wind and shadows, unleashing the Nine Shadow Steps of Spiral, heading straight down the mountain.

Only after the figure completely disappeared into the forest did Ma Yu suddenly wake up and urgently order, "Zhichang, Zhiping! Summon the disciples immediately and descend the mountain! Junior brothers, we must catch up right away! You all know Emperor Lizong's temperament—Tian'er is very likely to ascend the throne in the future! Today, even if we have to fight to the last breath, we absolutely cannot let anything happen to him! Otherwise, we will be the eternal sinners of the Song Dynasty!"

"Yes, Master!"

Qiu Chuji and the other four responded in unison, and with the activation of the Golden Goose Skill, they shot down the mountain like five streaks of light.

Throughout history, which dynasty had the strongest army? Opinions vary, and there is no definitive answer.

But if we're talking about who's the most terrifying—the Mongol cavalry would definitely be in the top three.

The current force of 5,000 men is not only an iron cavalry, but also the elite of the elite, the one-in-a-hundred death squad.

The ranks stood solemnly, utterly silent, save for the occasional neighing of warhorses; the discipline was so strict it bordered on terrifying.

"With such a mighty army, it's no wonder that Genghis Khan swept across Europe all the way to the Rhine." Lin Tian stood on the mountain path, looking at the dark army formation in the distance, and couldn't help but murmur, "The Song Dynasty, which was weak and ruled by the people... its defeat was not unjust."

"Ding—Task card generated, please check it, host."

A cold system notification exploded in Lin Tian's mind, and a card shimmering with seven-colored light immediately appeared in his palm. He crushed it softly with his fingertips.

[Mission Card: Annihilate 5,000 Mongol Cavalry Single-handedly]

[Time Limit: Two hours]

[Reward: Silver Card x1]

"A silver card?" Lin Tian chuckled, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Perfect timing. Today, the sky will likely be stained with blood."

He had grasped the essence of death to the fullest extent, but had stagnated for months, just one step away from breakthrough. And now, as if struck by lightning, this battle was the very opportunity to break through! Adding a silver card to his possession was more than just a gain; it was a divine gift!

On a distant high slope, the Mongol general sat astride his horse, looking down at Lin Tian with a mocking smile: "The Quanzhen Sect sent you, a mere Taoist priest, to negotiate? Ha! Have you been scared out of your wits by my Mongol cavalry? What kind of orthodox sect of martial arts... I think you're just a coward!"

"Hahaha—" The thousands of soldiers behind him laughed in unison, their voices rolling and full of contempt.

His gaze turned cold, and he shouted sharply, "Go back and tell your sect leader! The Great Khan has ordered: hand over the murderer of Prince Huodu, and the entire sect will submit, and you may be spared a chance to live. Otherwise—we will raze Zhongnan Mountain to the ground and annihilate the Quanzhen Sect today!"

"Crush Quanzhen! Crush Quanzhen!"

Ten thousand horses neighed, their iron hooves pounded the ground, and shouts soared to the heavens. The general nodded in satisfaction, but his brow twitched slightly: the young Taoist priest before him remained unmoved, as if strolling leisurely in a garden?

Was he scared out of his wits? He chuckled to himself.

"Hey! You little Taoist priest, get back and relay my words to your sect leader without missing a single one!" he roared again. "If you don't get an answer by sunrise, I'll slaughter all the bald monks on the mountain!"

Lin Tian slowly raised his eyes, then suddenly smiled: "Wait... it seems you've gotten one thing wrong from beginning to end."

"Hmm?!" The general frowned.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, his tone flippant yet chilling: "Who said I'm here to negotiate? I'm a civilized man, I don't reason with barbarians—I'm here to kill you all."

"What?!" A moment of deathly silence, followed by a burst of uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha! I've been fighting Han people for thirty years, and I've never seen anyone this crazy!" The general laughed so hard he almost fell over, but a murderous glint appeared in his eyes. "Archers! Fire! Turn him into a pincushion, and hang his corpse at Chongyang Palace!"

At the command, a thousand bows were fired simultaneously.

"put--!"

"Whoosh!!" "Whoosh!!" "Whoosh!!"

The arrows rained down like a dark cloud, blotting out the sun, their piercing whistles tearing through the air and sending chills down one's spine. This volley was enough to pin a golden-armored general to the ground!

"Tian'er—!" "Zhitian!!"

The six disciples of Quanzhen Sect had just rushed down from Chongyang Palace when they witnessed this scene, and their eyes widened in horror. Under such a hail of arrows, how could flesh and blood possibly survive?!

The Mongol general sneered, "Still wanted to send corpses? Now there won't even be a piece of meat left! This is the consequence of disobeying my iron cavalry!"

Before the words were finished—

"Oh? Is that what happens next?"

A cold, eerie voice rang out, like a ghost.

The general froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly to look.

The young Taoist priest remained standing, his clothes undamaged and his hair perfectly styled. Three feet away, a mountain of arrows, half a meter high, lay piled up, their steel arrowheads twisted and deformed as if they had struck an invisible iron wall.

"This... is impossible!!" he roared, his face turning deathly pale.

……

"Tian'er is alright!" The six Quanzhen disciples were overjoyed and relieved.

Immediately, everyone's face showed horror.

Qiu Chuji murmured, "This... how is this possible? A thousand arrows were fired simultaneously, and he was completely unharmed?! Mongol cavalry are renowned for their archery skills; this is simply unheard of!"

Ma Yu stared at the battlefield, his brows furrowed, and muttered to himself, "Could it be... he has already..." The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he dared not finish them.

"Master once mentioned that when martial arts reach the peak of the Innate Realm, one can condense a three-foot-long protective aura outside the body, making one impervious to blades and axes, and unaffected by water and fire. But that was just hearsay; even he himself had never reached that level. I originally thought it was just a legend... I never expected that Tian'er's cultivation had already reached such a level."

……

At this point, Ma Yu's face flushed slightly.

He was Lin Tian's master, old enough to be three of Lin Tian's elders. But when it came to martial arts? He was truly ashamed to be compared to his disciple.

"Perfect from the start?!"

Qiu Chuji's pupils contracted, and he whispered, "A hundred years ago, when martial arts were at their peak in the Northern Song Dynasty, only one or two people reached this level! Now... Tian'er has actually stepped into this realm, which is truly a blessing for our Quanzhen Sect!"

"Upon reflection, Tian'er has always been calm and composed since childhood, never acting rashly. He probably already had a plan to deal with today's events," Ma Yu said slowly.

Qiu Chuji nodded in agreement: "That's right. With Tian'er's current cultivation level, even taking the head of a general from among ten thousand troops would be as easy as lifting a hand. Once the enemy general is dead, the Mongol cavalry, despite their strict discipline, will be leaderless and collapse in an instant. Today's calamity can perhaps be resolved safely."

"Um."

Ma Yu responded softly, her expression showing agreement.

But this was merely the idea of ​​the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

Taking down an army of ten thousand? Lin Tian could indeed do that.

But would he do that?

of course not!

His mission was to "annihilate five thousand Mongol cavalry single-handedly."