All-People Game: As a Sword Cultivator, All I Can Do is Fly with a Sword

Li Jin leaned against the pillar in the corridor, looking at the two men who stood like guardian deities, her heart unmoved.

He looked at the panel above their heads.

Name: Zhou Tianming

[Level: 39 (Transformation Realm)]

[Identity: Deputy Commander of the Northern Division of the Martial Arts Inspection Bureau, Successor of the Miyun Fist]

[Status: Serious, Vigilant, Impatient]

[My recent wish: To complete the mission as soon as possible and bring Li Jin, this great Buddha, back with me.]

Name: Zhao Qingfeng

[Level: 38 (Transformation Realm)]

[Identity: Deputy Commander of the Northern Division of the Martial Arts Inspection Bureau, Successor of the Devouring Boat Sword]

[Status: Calm, wary, speechless]

[My recent wish: To complete the mission as soon as possible and bring Li Jin, this great Buddha, back with me.]

A deputy commander-level expert, at the peak of the Transformation Realm.

Li Jin knew in her heart whose mission it was.

Not far away, Lin Qingyun was carrying water up the steps when she saw this scene, and her eyes lit up.

Secrets of the wealthy?

Lin Qingyun was so excited that she almost dropped the bucket in her hand.

Those two were the law enforcement warriors who appeared in the game's promotional video.

Moreover, it seems they're after Li Jin.

Could it be that Li Jin, this hidden figure, has some unknown background?

Lin Qingyun put down the bucket and immediately pricked up her ears, afraid of missing any details.

Zhou Tianming and Zhao Qingfeng walked up to Li Jin and stopped.

They automatically ignored Lin Qingyun's presence.

Zhou Tianming spoke first, his voice deep and powerful: "Young Master Li Jin, we have come to take you back to Fengling Town on the orders of Vice Dean Li."

"Go back to Fengling Town? I'm perfectly fine living here, why would I go back there?" Li Jin leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, a nonchalant smile on her face.

Zhao Qingfeng's tone was authoritative: "Young Master Li, your father has already learned about the attack you suffered at Qingsong Temple."

"Duan Ming is ruthless and vindictive. His men suffered a defeat at Qingsong Temple, and he may very well come to take revenge himself in the future."

"Although Master Xuanchengzi is in charge of Qingsong Temple, it is still a tourist area with a diverse population, so it is not safe."

"Fengling Town is the ancestral home of the Li family. It is heavily fortified and guarded by elite warriors from the Hundred Dragons Hall, which can ensure your safety."

Lin Qingyun listened with great interest.

Li Jin's identity was indeed extraordinary; he was actually the son of the vice dean of the Hundred Dragons Hall.

Moreover, Duan Ming sounds like a major villain.

The hidden plot is quite intriguing.

Lin Qingyun's mind had already automatically conjured up 800,000 words of love and hate, such as "The Domineering Young Master Runs Away with People" and "The Cold-Faced Dean's Down-on-His-Luck Youngest Son"...

Upon hearing this, Li Jin raised an eyebrow and said, "Those two deputy commanders arrived quite quickly. By the time you got here, my body would be completely cold."

Zhou Tianming and Zhao Qingfeng's expressions were somewhat stiff.

Martial arts masters are elusive; they are martial artists who have reached the Transformation Realm, and we can only do our best.

"Young Master Li, we have done our best," Zhou Tianming said in a deep voice. "It is indeed too dangerous for you to stay at Qingsong Temple."

Li Jin chuckled and said, "Danger? With old man Xuan Chengzi here, this place is safer than your Martial Supervision Department headquarters."

"Furthermore, Mount Qingsong is located in the northern hinterland of the Golden Dragon Kingdom. If overseas martial artists are allowed to trespass at will, it would be a dereliction of duty on your part as an enforcement team."

His words carried a hint of accusation, which made the two deputy commanders' expressions even more unpleasant.

They want to manage it, but how?

Can a Grandmaster be defeated by someone who has mastered neutralizing force?

After a moment of silence, Zhao Qingfeng sighed helplessly and said, "The Martial Arts Supervision Department is only responsible for overseeing martial artists at the Grandmaster level and below."

"As long as the Grandmasters do not launch an attack on the city and cause large-scale civilian casualties, we have no right to use modern firepower to intervene."

"As for Duan Ming, although he acted in an extreme manner, he never indiscriminately killed innocent people, nor did he ever interfere with state power."

"He's just a martial arts fanatic, single-mindedly pursuing the ultimate in martial arts. Therefore, our Martial Arts Supervision Bureau can only monitor him, not arrest him directly."

"When he's determined to seek revenge, it's very difficult for us to track him down immediately."

To put it bluntly, it's nuclear deterrence.

Grandmasters are like walking nuclear bombs; they can be killed, but the cost is too high, and no one wants to easily break off relations.

Therefore, as long as Duan Ming doesn't do anything drastic, the Martial Arts Supervision Bureau can only turn a blind eye.

After listening, Li Jin nodded: "Oh, I see. Then you should go back. There's no point in guarding here. You might as well go back and catch a few more petty thieves."

"..."

Zhou Tianming and Zhao Qingfeng were completely at their wits' end.

They couldn't win an argument, and they couldn't beat the old Taoist priest from Qingsong Temple in a fight.

Fortunately, Li Chiye had warned them beforehand that Li Jin was stubborn and unyielding, and that they were prepared for any eventuality.

The two looked at each other, and finally, Zhou Tianming took out a letter sealed with sealing wax from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"Young Master Li, this is a letter from Vice Dean Li to you."

Li Jin took the letter, looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, but didn't open it. He simply said, "I've received the letter. You two can leave now."

Zhou Tianming and Zhao Qingfeng knew that saying anything more would be futile, so they could only clasp their hands in a respectful bow.

"Then we'll take our leave. Take care, Young Master Li."

The two figures flashed like two black lightning bolts, disappearing in the blink of an eye from the mountain path of Qingsong Temple.

Li Jin opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The letter contained only a few lines of text.

"The ancestral worship ceremony is held once every ten years. As a member of the Li family, you must return home this time. If you dare to be absent, you will be punished according to family rules."

Lin Qingyun leaned closer curiously and whispered, "Senior, what kind of letter is it? Is it your father asking you to go back and inherit his vast fortune?"

Li Jin looked at Lin Qingyun's gossipy little head, which was almost touching her face, and calmly folded the letter and put it back in her bosom.

"Don't worry about such things, kids."

The Li family's ancestral worship ceremony, held once every ten years, is the most solemn event for the entire Li family.

At that time, all members of the Li family who are living elsewhere, regardless of their location or position, must return to their ancestral home in Fengling Town to participate.

Last time, Li Jin didn't want to go, so she declined.

The reason is simple: the Li family is a behemoth with many branches and leaves, and naturally it has been divided into many factions.

Although his adoptive father, Li Chiye, held a high position, there were countless people watching him both openly and secretly.

Those members of the collateral branches were usually rather sarcastic and eccentric, so during the ancestral rites, they would naturally take the opportunity to mock Li Chiye, his good-for-nothing son.

The thought that Li Chiye's perpetually icy face might suffer because of her made Li Jin feel a little secretly pleased.

However, this kind of enjoyment is based on the premise that you are being made a fool of.

This made him very unhappy.

How could he, a man with an innate sword physique and a future giant of the immortal path, become a laughingstock for those mortals?

"Ancestor Sacrifice..."

Li Jin stroked his chin, ignoring Lin Qingyun's curiosity, and fell into deep thought.

Since we're going, we can't go for nothing.

He had to find a way to shut up those who were mocking him.

Just then, a familiar figure, humming a little tune, slowly walked over.

It was Xuan Chengzi.

He held the pink hot water bottle in his hands, his face beaming with unprecedented joy.

That smile was even happier than if he had received 108,000 yuan in incense money during the Lunar New Year.

Li Jin looked at him in surprise: "Old man, did you find some money?"

"Find money?" Xuan Chengzi laughed heartily, stroking his goatee. "Finding money isn't this exciting!"

Li Jin seemed to be deep in thought.

Could it be that this old man has mastered something?