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

"Ji Wuye buried over a thousand crossbowmen, trying to turn me into a pincushion." Lin Tian spread his palms, his tone as light as if he were talking about the weather. "I casually cut them in half at the waist."

Thousands of people...

All cut in half...

Han Fei, Zi Nu, Mo Ya, and Bai Feng all froze on the spot, their Adam's apples bobbing, their eyes fixed on Lin Tian's face, as if seeing this person clearly for the first time.

This isn't a human being; it's a living Yama!

What's even more chilling is that he didn't even blink while recounting this. Those were a thousand elite South Korean soldiers, clad in armor and armed with crossbows, not some weeds trampled underfoot on a field ridge!

You're ridiculously strong; at least leave some breathing room for others...

Wei Zhuang, standing to the side, had his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning bluish-white, so taut they seemed about to pierce his skin.

He knew Lin Tian was troublesome, but he never expected the opponent to be this strong—single-handedly cutting through a thousand armors without a drop of blood on his robes, and his aura remaining perfectly intact. What's worse, he was carrying Nongyu, who had only just begun to cultivate her acquired true qi, in his arms.

He was surrounded by three hundred armored soldiers and could hardly protect himself; but Lin Tian, ​​carrying a burden, killed ten times that number.

Is the only distance between me and him really just looking up to him?

"Hurry!" Zi Nu urged in a low voice, "Ji Wuye has lost so many trusted men, he's probably going mad. If the Nightfall forces come out in full force, this is no place to stay!"

"Probably... not necessary." Lin Tian pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Huh?" Zi Nu was taken aback.

He shrugged, his expression almost innocently frank: "I really didn't want to kill him. He just walked right into this mess and got himself killed—as for Nightfall? Bai Yifei and Emerald Tiger just finished a cup of tea with me and got along really well. They're probably figuring out how to divide Ji Wuye's territory. Why would they be stupid enough to come and die?"

Ji Wuye... is dead?!

Everyone's mind went blank, and their vision went black.

After a long silence, Han Fei finally found his voice and asked urgently, "Brother Lin, you...you really took his life?!"

"Hmm." Lin Tian shrugged, casually tracing a line with his finger. "If his head can climb back onto his neck on its own, I'll admit defeat."

Ji Wuye...is he really dead?!

Han Fei was still in a daze. After returning to his country, he regarded this man as a huge obstacle in his path, plotting day and night how to dismantle his foundation? But before the stone could even warm up, it shattered into nothingness?

He bowed deeply and said, "With Ji Wuye's sudden death, the court will surely be in chaos! Zhang Kaidi, Han Yu, and even the old ministers of the imperial clan will all rush to tear him apart—I hope Brother Lin is well, I will take my leave now!" Before he finished speaking, he had already left quickly.

A power vacuum can be fleeting. He was the weaker party; if he didn't seize the first opportunity before others surrounded him, he would never have another chance.

Inside the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Wei Zhuang returned to his room without a word; Zi Nu and Nong Yu turned and went to the kitchen to fry eggs and cook noodles; Mo Ya and Bai Feng tactfully strolled to the eaves to drink tea. Only Lin Tian and the little girl remained in the room, the candlelight flickering gently.

Lin Tian didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly, a playful smile in his eyes.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled, and a fleeting look of panic, which she tried her best to conceal, flashed across her eyes.

"Big brother, why are you staring at Xiaolin like that? Is there some rice on my face, or some charcoal ash?"

As she spoke, she haphazardly wiped her cheeks with her soft little hands, her eyes curving into crescents, looking utterly adorable.

"Who exactly are you?!" Lin Tian's voice suddenly lowered, like a taut bowstring.

"Big brother, my name is Xiao Lin..."

"Believe it or not, I'll snap your neck right now?" Lin Tian's lips didn't move, but a cold, sharp light flashed in his eyes, fixed firmly on her.

"I...I'm called Mo Lin'er..."

The little girl's face instantly drained of color, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Tian interrupted her: "Revert to your true form and speak again."

"How—how could you possibly know?!"

Her pupils contracted sharply, her breath hitched, as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat.

Lin Tian chuckled lightly, his sleeve fluttering slightly. "You've imitated it perfectly, even your expressions are spot-on. But being too similar actually gives you away—like a painting that's too meticulously drawn, the fakeness becomes glaringly obvious. Besides, when I hugged you just now, I secretly examined your meridians and bone structure... guess how old I felt?"

Mo Lin'er's face twitched, her eyes flickered, and finally she slumped her shoulders and sighed, "...This appearance is definitely not how I am originally."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to rise silently, like spring snow meeting the sun—

In just a few breaths, her petite figure, barely over 1.2 meters tall, had grown to 1.67 meters; the clothes that had been hanging loosely on her body were now taut, showing off her smooth waistline and defined shoulders, outlining the sharp silhouette of a young girl...

Lin Tian was stunned on the spot, his chin almost hitting the ground.

"Uh...did you accidentally take a mysterious pill, or did you secretly practice a lost art of shapeshifting?" he blurted out.

"A mysterious pill? What's that?"

She shook her head, her eyes clear and bright. "I haven't learned shapeshifting. It's an innate ability—I can become whoever I want, male or female, old or young, and even mimic their voice, body temperature, and breath perfectly."

Before she finished speaking, she swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, a lifelike Lin Tian stood before her: his eyebrows were like knives, his lips were cold and hard, and even the old crease on his cuff was exactly the same.

Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat. His gaze swept over the face that was almost identical to his own, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine. He asked in a deep voice, "You... are you like me too?!"

The person opposite, "Lin Tian," was stunned for a moment, his ears suddenly burning red. He lowered his eyelashes and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I can only... I can only change my face and body, nothing else... I can't change anything else."

"Oh... phew—"

Lin Tian let out a long breath, finally feeling a weight lifted from his chest. He didn't want a bizarre being who could switch genders at will squat beside him; the thought alone sent chills down his spine.

Looking up again, he saw "himself" blushing and lowering his head. His stomach churned, and he quickly waved his hand: "Change back immediately! Now!"

With a flash, Mo Lin'er transformed back into a tall and elegant young woman.

Lin Tian's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at him: "Name, purpose of your visit, not a single word is to be omitted."

Before she could finish speaking, an invisible soul force quietly enveloped her consciousness—the Soul Control Technique, silent and insidious, yet rendering one unable to lie.

Without even blinking, Mo Lin'er blurted out, "My name is Mo Lin'er. I was kidnapped by Jade Tiger as a 'gift' to Ji Wuye. My parents... were both killed by him with a single blow. I saw you take Ji Wuye's life with a wave of your hand, so... I want to become your disciple, learn real skills, and personally rip out his heart."

Mo Lin'er...

Lin Tian's brow twitched, and something flashed through his mind like lightning.

correct!

On a dark and windy night, she vanished without a trace; with a thousand faces and ten thousand forms, the black jade unicorn—in the Qin Dynasty's quicksand, isn't that the black unicorn who can transform into a hundred forms and enter and leave enemy camps as if they were nothing?!

A myriad of forms!

This is no assassination tactic; it's clearly a weapon to stir up trouble!