Reborn as Lin Pingzhi, starting from escorting Daiyu to the capital.

Just now, when Lin Daiyu channeled her inner energy into her body, Su Xinghe had already sensed that she had received the inheritance of her master, Wu Yazi.

In his view, Lin Daiyu, having suddenly acquired such profound skills, would certainly not be able to fully control them.

The best course of action at present is to find a safe place, concentrate on cultivation, and make a move only after the power has been fully integrated.

The master and his disciples endured humiliation and hardship for many years, and finally found a satisfactory successor. Naturally, they did not want her to suffer any mishaps.

Moreover, having endured more than thirty years of forbearance, what is a little bit more?

Lin Daiyu shook her head and said firmly:

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'm here."

As he spoke, he leaped into the air, intending to join the battle, but he did not expect that his current skill level was different from before. His leap went too far and he ended up on the other side.

"Ugh!"

Su Xinghe sighed helplessly, struggled to his feet, and prepared to lend a helping hand at any time.

"Hahaha."

The disciples of the Starry Sky Sect were initially startled by Lin Daiyu's actions, but then burst into laughter.

Lin Pingzhi already knew that Lin Daiyu had received Wuyazi's inheritance, and he was overjoyed. He quickly said:

"Sister Lin, take your time, there's no need to rush."

"I see!"

Lin Daiyu nodded, took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and with a light leap, she arrived beside the three of them.

With a move from the "Overturning Heaven Palm" technique, "Seeing Flowers Through the Mist," he struck directly at Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu recognized Lin Daiyu from her voice and clothing as the boy who had entered the hut earlier, so he didn't pay her any attention.

Little did they know that this seemingly ordinary palm strike was actually quite powerful.

Before his palm even landed, a gust of wind rushed towards him, making his hair and beard flutter wildly.

"what?"

Ding Chunqiu was taken aback and dared not take the blow head-on, so he quickly took several steps back.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Pingzhi deflected Duan Yanqing's steel staff with a single sword stroke and praised:

"here you go!"

Encouraged, Lin Daiyu's confidence soared, and she followed closely behind, striking Ding Chunqiu with another palm.

Ding Chunqiu lost the initiative and retreated repeatedly, no longer displaying his previous elegance.

Fortunately, since Lin Daiyu had just acquired powerful internal energy and was not yet able to use it skillfully, Ding Chunqiu was able to gradually stabilize his position.

"Huh, how come this Miss Lin's skill has increased so much? Could it be that she's been hiding her true strength all along?"

Wang Yuyan asked, somewhat puzzled.

This is also a question that everyone has.

When they saw Lin Daiyu clapping her hands at the door of the wooden house, their internal strength was clearly very weak.

But now, not only has his appearance changed, but his internal strength has also increased significantly.

They had no idea that Wuyazi was hiding inside the wooden house.

"Could this person have cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art like me? But she doesn't have any internal energy to absorb."

Duan Yu desperately wanted to answer Wang Yuyan's question, but he couldn't find an answer.

Murong Fu secretly regretted his actions: "There must be some kind of extraordinary encounter in this wooden house. It's a pity that I was just one step away from solving that chess game. I really missed a golden opportunity."

Zuo Lengchan and Kumārajīva thought to themselves, "The Lin family has produced another master; this must be the effect of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual."

Only Ding Chunqiu vaguely guessed what was going on. He suddenly noticed the gemstone ring on Lin Daiyu's hand, his expression changed drastically, and he asked:

"How did you end up with the sect leader's ring?"

Lin Daiyu coldly said, "So you admit you're a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect? Why don't you kneel before the sect leader?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ding Chunqiu shook his head repeatedly, his face full of surprise and fear.

He remembered that the sect leader's ring had always been in his master Wuyazi's possession, and Wuyazi had clearly been killed by him thirty years ago.

Seeing Ding Chunqiu's drastic change in expression, and considering that he had traveled a long way to disrupt the Precious Chess Game, everyone couldn't help but speculate.

Lin Daiyu said sternly:

"Nothing is impossible, Ding Chunqiu! You have betrayed your master and ancestors, kneel down and confess your sins!"

Ding Chunqiu quickly composed himself and said coldly:

"I wasn't even afraid of that old guy back in the day, why would I be afraid of a little kid like you!"

The thought that this little child might have received Wu Yazi's inheritance and know the sect's secret techniques made Ding Chunqiu's face flush with excitement.

He suddenly burst into laughter three times and said, "Little one, come here."

With a flick of the left hand.

Everyone heard Lin Daiyu exclaim in surprise, and she suddenly stood still.

"This is……"

Everyone was moved.

Kumārajīva was also astonished. Although his Flaming Blade was an invisible blade of energy, it still produced a sound, but it could never be so silent. Even the martial arts technique of "hitting a cow through a mountain" could not achieve this.

Little did they know that what Ding Chunqiu had just used was not real kung fu, but rather the "Soft Silk Rope," one of his "Three Treasures of the Starry Sky."

This silk cord is made from the silk of snow silkworms from the Starry Sea.

The snow silkworms live on snow mulberry trees, and the silk they produce is exceptionally strong; a single thread is not easily broken.

Ding Chunqiu's soft silk cord was entirely made of snow silkworm silk, so fine and transparent that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Ding Chunqiu used this secret weapon just now precisely to capture Lin Daiyu alive, seize the sect leader's ring, and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the martial arts manual.

"Ding Chunqiu, I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing this, Su Xinghe dragged himself forward.

The disciples of Xingxiu, seeing their master capture Lin Daiyu alive with a single move, immediately showered them with praise:

"The Starry Sky Immortal is incredibly powerful; with a mere wave of his right hand, the little girl is struck by his magic!"

"The Starry Sky Immortal speaks the truth, and I will make sure you all die without a burial place."

"..."

They all took out their instruments, ready to play, when suddenly a loud "bang" was heard. Ding Chunqiu staggered backward, an expression of disbelief on his face.

It turned out that Lin Daiyu had used her seventy years of internal energy to break the soft silk rope.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert!" Lin

Daiyu imitated Lin Pingzhi's tone and spoke loudly.

The sounds of gongs, drums, and flutes rang out at just the right moment, as if to accompany Lin Daiyu.

Seeing Ding Chunqiu's defeat, the Xingxiu disciples either stopped talking or stopped fighting, filled with fear and unease.

Upon seeing this, Bao Butong said:

"So you all are cheering for this Miss Lin. The Xingxiu Sect is indeed magnanimous, which is truly admirable."

The disciples of Xingxiu were filled with fear and unease, all saying no, but their eyes kept glancing at Ding Chunqiu.

With Ding Chunqiu no longer entangled in the fight, Lin Pingzhi's pressure was greatly reduced.

He immediately unleashed the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, and a flash of blue light enveloped Duan Yanqing in sword shadows.

Duan Yanqing immediately complained bitterly. Due to his physical condition, he already had difficulty moving around, and now he had no choice but to wield the steel staff with impenetrable force.

Suddenly.

With a whoosh, Lin Pingzhi leaped up and slashed his longsword fiercely at Duan Yanqing's head.

Left with no other choice, Duan Yanqing had to brace himself with his left steel cane on the ground and raise his right steel cane to take the blow head-on.

He felt an immense force slam into his palm, causing the steel cane in his right hand to slip from his grasp, and his left hand almost gave way as well, nearly causing him to fall over.

Duan Yanqing was horrified. He saw a flash of blue light and the long sword came at him again.

With a hissing sound, he transformed his right hand from a palm into a finger, unleashing the power of the One-Finger Divine Skill to swiftly strike the longsword.

when!

The longsword was deflected, and Lin Pingzhi, far from being surprised, burst into laughter:

"What a magnificent One-Finger Divine Skill of the Duan family of Dali! I wonder how many levels it has?"

He simply threw away his longsword, wielded the Flaming Blade, and unleashed an invisible, impenetrable barrage of blade energy towards Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing's face was faintly tinged with a bluish aura. He repeatedly struck with his right hand, but he could not break through the sword energy.

laugh!

The blade struck Duan Yanqing, who could no longer hold on. His left hand slipped from his iron staff, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Lin Pingzhi said disdainfully:

"Oh, so it's just a lack of taste!"

She stopped looking at him and instead looked at Lin Daiyu and Ding Chunqiu.