The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Mu is analyzing, understanding, and memorizing it at an astonishing speed!

He clearly "saw" how Tian Boguang mobilized his dantian qi, which instantly erupted in his arm, causing the speed of his sword to soar.

How to use continuous sword strikes to create a sense of pressure, disrupt the opponent's judgment, and overwhelm them with momentum.

Tian Boguang's swordplay appears chaotic and disorderly, like a whirlwind, but in reality, every slash is designed to conceal a deadly intent. He is particularly adept at using high-speed movement to create blind spots and launch a fatal attack from unexpected and tricky angles.

Its footwork, combined with its swordsmanship, is exquisite, like a leaf falling in a whirlwind, unpredictable and elusive, greatly enhancing the deceptiveness and evasiveness of the swordsmanship.

While maintaining a steady and impenetrable defense with the Six Harmonies Spear Technique, Lin Mu was also rapidly dissecting, comprehending, and simulating the essence of this sword technique's trajectory, power generation techniques, and footwork coordination in his mind.

His marksmanship gradually moved beyond pure defense. The tip of his spear began to carry a hint of the "whirlwind" he had imitated, and the speed suddenly increased on the basis of solidity. The spear technique was given a touch of elusive agility and trickiness!

The more Tian Boguang fought, the more terrified he became.

He felt as if the opponent's marksmanship had a life of its own, with each block precisely timed to the point where his force shifted, as if the opponent had anticipated his movements!

What chilled him to the bone was that he vaguely sensed that his own "Whirlwind Blade Technique" was gradually emerging from the opponent's originally steady and unwavering spear stance!

It was as if his fierce attacks had not only failed to defeat the opponent, but were instead being "digested" and "absorbed" by the opponent little by little!

"Damn! This is weird! Just who is this kid?!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, Tian Boguang's internal energy was greatly depleted, and he became increasingly anxious.

A strong sense of foreboding welled up inside me.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"Die!"

Tian Boguang's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He suddenly gathered the remaining internal energy in his body and let out a beast-like roar.

The blade's speed suddenly increased by three times, surging wildly as if injected with adrenaline.

He unleashed his ultimate move—the flying sand and stones!

This move is the fastest, most unpredictable, and most unexpected killing move in the "Whirlwind Blade Technique".

The strategy involves creating chaos at lightning speed to catch the enemy off guard.

Countless renowned martial artists in the martial world have met their tragic end at the hands of this elusive and unpredictable blade!

Tian Boguang's figure spun rapidly like a top, his whole being seemingly transforming into a high-speed spinning, all-consuming metal storm.

Layer upon layer of sword light, dense and impenetrable, surged towards Lin Mu like a raging torrent, wave after wave, relentlessly.

The blade wind tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek like the howling of ghosts and wolves, swirling up pebbles and withered leaves on the ground, its power unparalleled for a time.

"I... I understand!!"

Under the extreme pressure of this life-or-death moment, Lin Mu's eyes showed no fear, but instead burst forth with a terrifying light.

Under the stimulation of this life-or-death situation, all the moves and techniques of the "Whirlwind Blade Technique" in his mind merged instantly like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Wind and Thunder Break!"

Lin Mu let out a low growl and exhaled.

The pure Yang energy within his body suddenly poured into the gun barrel.

The spear tip vibrated rapidly, creating several solid and lifelike afterimages.

It seemed as if at the same time, a dozen spears were thrust out from different angles.

This is not any move from the Six Harmonies Spear Technique, but a deadly move created by Lin Mu in the blink of an eye. He used his own incomparably powerful pure Yang true energy as the foundation, the core "stabbing" technique of the Six Harmonies Spear Technique as the bone, and incorporated the essence of the "Raging Wind Blade Technique" that he had just fully comprehended, which pursued extreme speed and unpredictable attacks.

The guns moved like a whirlwind and a sudden downpour, their force like thunder splitting the sky.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!"

A dozen or so spear beams, condensed to the point of being tangible and carrying an aura of tearing through everything, were like thunderbolts piercing through a storm. Ignoring the seemingly impenetrable, violent blade wheel, they pierced into the fleeting openings in Tian Boguang's blade techniques with unparalleled precision and extreme cunning.

"Puff-puff-!"

Several tragically beautiful blood flowers instantly burst open on Tian Boguang's body.

A dozen or so horrific gunshot wounds, deep enough to expose bone, were clearly visible on his chest, arms, and thighs, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

"No...it's impossible...this..."

Tian Boguang collapsed to the ground, looking down at the horrific wounds on his body from which blood was gushing. A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing his face to twitch and his whole body to tremble. He managed to utter a few words in fits and starts to die.

[Ding! Side quest: 'Slay the lecherous thief' has been completed.]

[Reward obtained: Phoenix Dance Six Illusions.]

【Phoenix Dance Six Illusions: A peerless movement technique practiced by Bai Feng, a top assassin of the "Gathering and Scattering Sands" organization in the world of "Qin's Moon." This technique, by pushing lightness skills and internal energy circulation to their limits, allows the user to create six indistinguishable afterimages with physical attack power while moving at extremely high speeds, forming a siege against enemies. Its movement technique also possesses perfect defensive characteristics formed by high-speed movement. At its highest level, the user can leap on feathers, traverse the air, and walk on water without touching the ground, like a phoenix dancing in the heavens, its whereabouts unpredictable!】

[Do you wish to claim it?]

Chapter 5: Yu Canghai

"receive.".

Lin Mu silently recited in his heart.

In an instant, a stream of profound information flooded into his mind, and the various exquisite movement techniques, internal energy circulation routes, and methods for condensing phantom clones of "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions" were instantly imprinted in his heart!

As Lin Mu circulated the lightness technique, he felt an indescribable lightness and agility fill his entire body, as if he had broken free from invisible shackles.

It seems that with just a slight thought, one can feel the wind beneath one's feet, and a wonderful resonance is created between the body and the surrounding airflow.

Compared to this, the so-called superior lightness skills and movement techniques in the world of Swordsman are like toddlers learning to walk—clumsy and insignificant.

What surprised Lin Mu even more was that the core secret of "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions" was not just speed, but that in the process of moving at high speed, he used his internal force and body techniques to distort light and deceive his senses, creating up to six afterimage clones with physical attack capabilities!

Although it was just an illusion left by high-speed movement, it was not a real clone technique.

However, in the ever-changing life-or-death struggle, this characteristic of being both real and illusory, and difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, is enough to throw the opponent into disarray, thereby creating an opportunity for a decisive victory!

[What a magnificent Phoenix Dance in Six Illusions! This system reward never disappoints!]

Lin Mu was thrilled.

At the same time, he took out a cloth and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the gun tip.

Then, he bent down and picked up Tian Boguang's gleaming goose-feather saber. He weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy, and the blade was sharp—it was a fine saber.

After doing all this, his gaze turned to Yilin, the little nun shivering on the grass.

This young nun was indeed beautiful and charming, with fair skin and exquisite features.

At this moment, her face was wet with tears, her eyes brimming with undried tears, like a frightened little white rabbit.

That weak, helpless, and pitiful appearance is enough to arouse any man's protective instincts, and even... a dark impulse to "bully" her.

Lin Mu suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stepped forward, and said gently, "Little Master, don't be alarmed. That villain has been executed. Were you acupunctured?"

Yilin nodded with teary eyes, her voice barely audible: "Yes...yes, benefactor."

Lin Mu extended two fingers and placed them on Yi Lin's wrist pulse point, quickly understanding the situation.

He circulated his internal energy, and his fingers swiftly swept across several major acupoints on Yilin's shoulders, including Jianjing and Huantiao.

It uses the exquisite acupoint-releasing technique recorded in the "Sunflower Manual"—the Sunflower Acupoint-Releasing Technique.

"Um……"

Yilin felt several warm currents flow into her body, instantly clearing her blocked blood and qi, and restoring sensation to her stiff body.

She struggled to her feet, clasped her hands together, and bowed deeply to Lin Mu. Her delicate face was filled with gratitude and piety at surviving such a calamity: "Amitabha! Thank you so much for saving my life! If it weren't for your righteous intervention, Yilin would have... I fear I would have met with certain death today!"

Her voice still trembled slightly, but it was much calmer than before.

Lin Mu returned the greeting with clasped hands, his tone indifferent: "It is our duty to help those in need when we see injustice on the road. There is no need for such formalities, young master."

Lin Mu glanced at Yi Lin's attire and continued, "I am Lin Mu. Judging from your attire, young master, you should be a disciple of the Hengshan Sect, right?"

"They must be heading to Hengshan City to attend Liu Zhengfeng's 'Golden Basin Retirement Ceremony'?"

"Exactly."

Yilin nodded quickly.

Lin Mu smiled slightly: "If fate allows, we shall meet again in Hengshan City. Take care, little master."

Having said that, he said no more, turned around and met up with Lin Pingzhi, who had emerged from behind the bushes, and their figures quickly disappeared into the forest path.

Yilin stared blankly at Lin Mu's departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions, including gratitude and curiosity about this mysterious and powerful young swordsman.

The following day, Hengshan City.

This city, built against the mountain, is now more than ten times noisier than usual.

The streets were teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, filled with all sorts of江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people from all walks of life).

Rough and burly men, Taoist priests carrying long swords, arrogant scions of noble families, and unorthodox practitioners with mysterious whereabouts...

The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, sweat, cheap cosmetics, and a restless tension that seemed to be brewing.

The inn was already overflowing with people, and even the stables were packed.

After searching for a while, Lin Mu and Lin Pingzhi finally found a simple inn in a remote corner and managed to stay there.

The room was small, dark, and smelled musty, but there was no room for complaint at that moment.

"Brother Lin..."

Lin Pingzhi stood by the narrow window, peering through the crack at the bustling, chaotic crowd outside, his voice hoarse: "My parents, I wonder what kind of torment they are suffering right now!"

Lin Mu walked to his side and calmly patted his shoulder: "Don't be impatient. As the leader of Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai will definitely come here to attend the conference."

"As long as we find the Qingcheng Sect members, we can follow the clues and find your parents' whereabouts. Impatience will only make things worse."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a harsh, arrogant shout came from outside the window:

"Damn it! Get out of the way! Can't you see anything?"

Get out of our way! Don't block our path!

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Lin Mu's eyes suddenly sharpened like knives. He grabbed Lin Pingzhi's shoulder and whispered, "Here we come!"

The two quickly hid behind the window in a gap.

Several disciples dressed in the Qingcheng Sect's standard Taoist robes were seen roughly shoving pedestrians along the street, escorting a tall, thin, and arrogant young Taoist priest as he strutted through the street.

The young Taoist priest, with a sword at his waist and a sinister look in his eyes, was none other than Luo Renjie, one of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng!

"Follow!"

Lin Mu murmured something, and his figure, like a raccoon disappearing into the shadows, silently slid down from the back window.

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging hatred, and followed closely behind. Although his movements were not as agile as Lin Mu's, they were still discreet enough.

The two trailed far behind the Qingcheng Sect members.

The group weaved through the narrow streets and alleys, avoiding the main flow of people, and finally slipped into a dilapidated city god temple in a desolate area on the west side of the town.

The temple had fallen into disrepair over the years, with peeling paint on the walls and the vermilion gate long since rotten, with only half of it hanging crookedly. From inside, one could faintly hear harsh shouts and the sound of whipping.

Lin Mu gestured to Lin Pingzhi with his eyes to take the spear and stay behind a huge ancient locust tree outside the temple to keep watch, and whispered, "No matter what you hear, do not act rashly unless I summon you!"

Lin Pingzhi nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with determination.

Lin Mu then gathered his energy and lightened his body, unleashing the movement technique of "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions." His entire body floated silently onto a section of collapsed wall on the side of the temple, like a weightless fallen leaf.

Along the way, several Qingcheng disciples who were lazily patrolling outside the temple were stabbed by him with flying needles with lightning speed, collapsing limply and dying silently.

Lying in the shadow of the broken wall, Lin Mu's gaze was like the most precise ruler, peering inside through the hole in the window frame.

The temple was dimly lit and dusty.

The dilapidated statue, covered in cobwebs, has long lost its former majesty.

Below the statue, on a tattered futon, sat a short, gloomy-faced Taoist priest with three wisps of rat whiskers. He was none other than Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect!

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water; he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and his whole body emanated a chilling aura.

The Four Beauties of Qingcheng stood on either side like fierce demons, their arrogant eyes sweeping over the corner.

In that dark and damp corner, under two thick pillars, two figures, tightly bound with thick hemp rope, ragged and covered in blood and whip marks, huddled together. They were Lin Zhennan and his wife!

Madam Wang was on her deathbed, her head drooping limply, her gray hair plastered messily to her filthy face.