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

Before the words were even finished, his fingertip had already subtly touched the forehead of the peerless ghost. A hidden divine thought, like a thread, was deeply embedded in the depths of its consciousness—loyalty to Lin Tian, ​​etched into its very bones. One can never be too careful, especially with such a chaotic mind and brute body; even if it breaks through the mythical realm, it will be difficult to break free from the invisible chains of the Soul Control Technique.

On second thought, Lin Tian felt something was amiss: Wushuang Gui possessed strength as if cast in bronze and iron, yet he had remained stagnant for over ten years, his cultivation making no progress whatsoever.

In The Legend of Qin, he could withstand Wei Zhuang's Thunder God Fist, making the opponent cough up blood and stagger; but in The Legend of Qin, he was knocked to the ground by the critically injured Gai Nie in one move.

Lin Tian raised his hand, his index finger pointing directly at Wushuang Gui's brow.

"This skill is called the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.' You must practice it diligently every day from now on and not slack off," Lin Tian said.

"Roar..." Wushuang Gui's throat trembled, and he responded with a low roar.

This technique doesn't require comprehension or innate talent; it only recognizes a body that can withstand countless trials and tribulations.

The skin of the peerless ghost is like bronze, and its bones are like black iron, making it the perfect furnace for the beast.

Imagine, someone who could force back a giant iron hammer wielding the Thunder God Fist with sheer brute force; if he were to truly master the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the eleventh or twelfth level, he could probably send the giant iron hammer flying with a single punch, and the Mo family disciples would have to kneel and call him senior.

Bai Feng, Chi Lian, Wushuang Gui, Mo Yu Qilin… Lin Tian suddenly paused—most of the influential figures in Wei Zhuang's Quicksand organization had already joined his ranks. Could this be considered a quiet undermining of Wei's second uncle's foundation? But then he thought, he was originally a member of Quicksand himself… This was a complicated matter.

He scratched his head, deciding to dismiss the thought altogether. He'd already scrambled the threads of *Nine Songs of the Sky* to pieces; why bother taking it seriously?

Nongyu was naturally aware of Yan Lingji's situation, but she didn't mind at all. Let alone just taking on a subordinate, even if Lin Tian took Yan Lingji as a concubine, she wouldn't even frown—in her eyes, it was a perfectly natural thing to do.

"Are you really planning to let Wushuang Ghost stand at the entrance of Zilan Pavilion every day?" Zi Nu glanced at her coldly, her voice like an ice blade scraping against the blue bricks.

"What's wrong?" Lin Tian was taken aback.

"The number of guests visiting these past few days is less than 30% of what it used to be. Have you really not noticed?" Zi Nu gritted her teeth.

"What...what does this have to do with Wushuang Ghost?" Lin Tian stroked his chin, looking completely bewildered.

Just then, a scholar-looking man stepped onto the front steps.

The peerless ghost at the door suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open like copper bells, locking onto the person, a beast-like growl rumbling from his throat.

The scholar's Adam's apple bobbed, his foot slipped, and he turned and ran.

"Hahaha...it seems...it really is a bit inappropriate."

Lin Tian scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly: "Miss Zi Nu, how about this—if there's any rough or heavy work to be done at Zi Lan Xuan, like moving boxes and cabinets, dismantling walls and building stoves, let him do it all. He's just idling around anyway."

"Hmph!" Zi Nu glared at him fiercely, flicked her sleeves, and turned to leave.

Lin Tian let out a long sigh of relief, and his shoulders immediately relaxed.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang and Han Fei arrived side by side.

Han Fei looked at his embarrassed state and couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Lin, it turns out you have a nemesis too—Miss Zi Nu is your weakness."

"Heh, believe it or not, I'll have Honglian challenge you to a duel later?" Lin Tian smiled, his eyes narrowing.

Han Fei's expression changed drastically, as if he had been choked, and his throat tightened.

He immediately feigned ignorance: "Brother Lin, what did I just say? Oh right! Brother Wei Zhuang was just about to introduce me to an old friend. Would you like to come along, Brother Lin?"

With dark circles under his eyes, Han Fei had been stared at and scrutinized by the court officials for days as if he were a rare deity. He felt like smashing his head against a pillar in the palace.

"Of course I'll go." After a moment's thought, Lin Tian had a pretty good idea of ​​who the person coming was, and his interest only grew stronger.

"Oh? Lin Tian is actually interested?" Han Fei was taken aback.

He had only mentioned it casually to change the subject, never expecting Lin Tianzhen to be willing to go along, and even less expecting that the light in the other person's eyes was genuine expectation.

Han Fei frowned slightly, first looking at Wei Zhuang beside him, then at Lin Tian, ​​remaining silent for a long time.

A moment later, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of disbelief and horror flashed across his face.

"I can hardly believe it... but I have a rough idea of ​​who wants to see me." His voice trembled slightly, filled with unease.

"Have you guessed it yet? Why don't you tell me?" Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, his smile gentle.

Han Fei abandoned his lazy demeanor, his gaze hardening as he slowly focused on Wei Zhuang's right shoe—where several diagonal scratches were clearly visible, like marks left unintentionally by a sword's edge. "Brother Wei Zhuang is right-handed when wielding a sword. These scratches are clearly left from when the toe of his boot touched the ground during the finishing moves of 'Horizontal Sweep Through the Eight Directions' and 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun'."

He paused, then glanced at the fine wood shavings tucked between the folds of Wei Zhuang's clothes: "The nanmu wood from the border watchtower has a fine grain and a pale bluish-gray hue, a color never seen in ordinary wood. The fact that you have it on you means you've just been in a fight there. Your breathing is slightly unsteady, but not erratic; your pulse is steady and powerful like a drumbeat—not a desperate battle, but a fierce and evenly matched fight, a fight that was both exhilarating and satisfying."

He paused briefly, his voice softening: "I have known Brother Wei Zhuang for many years. He is always very sparing with his words, and he will only drink three cups of wine that I offer. But today he is asking to introduce a 'friend'... Ha, for him to utter that word is rarer than a sword cleaving through a mountain. The only person in the world who would make him make an exception and call someone a friend is Gai Nie, his senior brother."

Before he finished speaking, Han Fei turned to Lin Tian, ​​his eyes clear and bright: "However, if it were only Mr. Gai Nie who came in person, Brother Lin probably wouldn't be so concerned. Consider Gai Nie's current status—the chief swordsman of Qin, personally instructing the king. Then the one who truly wants to see me... the answer is obvious—King Ying Zheng of Qin."

He bowed slightly, his fingertips raised a little, his expression calm yet probing: "Brother Lin, is my deduction to your liking?"

The mighty King of Qin had actually ventured into the heart of an enemy state? Han Fei frowned slightly, a chill creeping into his heart.

"With your brains, you're really wasting your talents as Minister of Justice." Lin Tian shrugged and smiled.

The Minister of Justice is in charge of criminal justice, handling lawsuits, and resolving doubtful cases—but Han Fei's eyes can see a person's bones and know the rain just by listening to the wind. In the novel "Nine Songs of the Sky," he is a pearl covered in dust, but in the chaotic world of investigating cases, he is truly making the most of his abilities.

"The ruler should not leave the border, nor should the king leave the capital. But Ying Zheng has come to Han..." Han Fei shook his head with a wry smile, "My heart suddenly tightens."

"Your intuition is quite sharp," Lin Tian chuckled. "Perhaps he'll be caught in Xinzheng City this time."

Han Fei's expression changed drastically, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Brother Lin... don't scare me."

—If Ying Zheng had truly died in Xinzheng, within thirty days, the black-armored cavalry would have crushed the walls of the Xinzheng palace and leveled the entire state of Han.

"Why are you trying to scare me?" Lin Tian spread his hands. "The Eight Beauties have already infiltrated Xinzheng. Who's their mastermind? Lü Buwei. And Lü's schemes... Brother Han, you probably understand them better than I do. If Ying Zheng dies in Xianyang, Lü Buwei will have no way to defend himself; yet he chose this critical moment to venture into Han alone—isn't that handing over a knife?"

Han Fei slumped his shoulders and muttered, "Why would someone who's perfectly content being the King of Qin come to Xinzheng to join in the fun?"

"Perhaps... it's for you." Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, his smile mischievous.

Han Fei rolled his eyes: "Brother Lin, that's not funny at all."

"Don't believe me? Dare to take a gamble?" Lin Tian tilted his head.

Han Fei's eyes narrowed, and he quickly glanced at Lin Tian, ​​his voice extremely low: "Could it be... that the King of Qin has a penchant for homosexuality?!"