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

"Heh...just a little trick." Yan Lingji yawned lazily, not even lifting her eyelids, as if the soul-stirring flute music was nothing more than a gentle breeze. How strange!

Just as the eight Linglongs closed in and pounced, Lin Tian unusually closed his eyes and swung his sword. His movements seemed casual, but in reality, they were so fast that they left only afterimages. Each sword strike was wrapped with a heavy sword intent.

Suddenly, he roared, "Deadly Sword - Eighteenth Realm!"

His eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp and piercing!

He walked slowly with Yuanhong in his hand, taking seven steps between the eight people. His figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if he had merged with the energy of heaven and earth, ethereal and unpredictable.

In an instant, eighteen sharp sword lights exploded out!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several muffled thuds exploded one after another—the poisonous mist tore apart like paper, the flute music stopped abruptly, and the lingering sound shook the roof tiles.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Tian had already returned to his original position, Yuanhong sheathed, and sighed softly, "I had intended to keep a few alive for questioning, but I was overthinking it."

The seven men stood frozen in place, their eyes glazed over, looking down at their chests—a gaping hole pierced their hearts, blood gushing out like a fountain, their clothes stained crimson, as if pierced by an invisible blade.

One person collapsed, and the other six followed suit, falling silent.

"Truly a celestial being! You are indeed a banished immortal descended to earth!" Ying Zheng showed no regret whatsoever, but instead clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Lin Tian turned to Ying Zheng, his tone calm: "Add 50,000 gold, no objections, right?"

"If you wish to be granted a fiefdom, I will issue an edict immediately."

"You're quite generous. Then next time, I'll take your entire empire."

Ying Zheng was taken aback, his smile faltered slightly, and he chuckled twice before becoming speechless, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in his mind: "Congratulations, host, you have acquired eight purple cards. Please check them in time."

Eight purple cards? It seems that the Eight Linglong in "Nine Songs of the Sky" are indeed top masters of their time.

A very fruitful harvest!

With a slight thought, the world suddenly returned to normal.

The lights of Xinzheng City have been relit, the streets are bustling with activity, and warm light shines from the windows of thousands of households, bringing with it the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

The suffocating "aura of death" from before was completely swept away!

Although the crowd was no longer alarmed, they felt even more awe and reverence for Lin Tian, ​​who seemed increasingly unfathomable.

And on the roof ridge beneath his feet, the seven still-warm corpses of the Eight Exquisite Ones lay scattered about, serving as the most silent yet powerful testimony to this earth-shattering confrontation.

Han Fei turned to Zhang Liang and whispered, "Zifang, we must quickly call someone to prepare the body for burial, otherwise it will cause more trouble."

Zhang Liang smiled calmly: "The one who's troubled is you, Minister of Justice, not me. The murderer is still standing on the rooftop—Minister Han, do you dare to arrest him? Heh."

Lin Tian looked around and saw that all eight people had died. He walked to Li Wu, squatted down, and gently picked her up.

He shook his head and sighed softly, "Fine, I'll admit I'm being soft-hearted, okay?"

"The person is already dead, how can we save them? Brother Lin went too far."

"Even if Bian Que were reborn, or a great Taoist master were invited, it would be difficult to revive a severed soul."

"Sir, is your action to use her death to demand an explanation from Lü Buwei?"

These were the questions Han Fei, Zi Nu, and Ying Zheng asked Lin Tian together, looking at the bloody hole in Li Wu's chest on the ground.

Lin Tian's rescue was actually quite simple—just a matter of "a withered tree coming back to life." It was only because Li Wu possessed talent and had a tragic fate, and happened to fit the spirit of Zi Lan Xuan, that she was also qualified to join the Liu Sha sect.

"I just saw that she was a beautiful woman with a tragic past, and I could tell at a glance that she had a miserable life, so I just helped her out. I can't stand seeing beautiful women in tears." Lin Tian said seriously, frankly and earnestly.

"Tenderly pity a beauty? You stabbed someone in the chest, leaving a bloody hole, even exposing their beating heart—Brother Lin!" Han Fei rolled his eyes, waving his hand as he spoke, "Alright, alright, the person's already cold. I'll send someone to collect the body right now! That's enough that I did my duty to the beauty."

Zi Nu glanced coldly at Lin Tian, ​​her voice like ice shards scraping against blue bricks: "You're nothing but a vulgar man driven by lust!"

The tone made Lin Tian's spine tighten, but then he tasted a sour taste in his mouth—could it be jealousy?

He immediately shook his head: he must have misheard.

Nongyu quietly moved behind Lin Tian, ​​tilted her head back, her eyes shining brightly, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Young Master can definitely save him! I believe in him."

"Nongyu, are you crazy? Girl, come here!" Zi Nu grabbed her wrist, glaring at her fiercely. "If you can bring the dead back to life, you might even cure your blind eyes and stupid brain along with them!"

"Sister...Young Master is truly capable of saving us!"

Han Fei scoffed and casually replied, "Resurrected from the dead? Unheard of. When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; how can there be a resurgence?"

"You are—" Lin Tian suddenly raised his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, the smile not reaching his eyes, but making one's heart skip a beat.

Han Fei's eyelids twitched violently! Every time Brother Lin smiles like that, it's never a good thing—last time he was tricked into reciting "The Book of Lord Shang" three times in the street, he had this same expression.

But when he looked down at the still-warm body on the ground, he straightened his back: Even if Brother Lin is all-powerful, how can a mortal cross the boundary between life and death? Could it be that he also holds the Book of Fate in the Yellow Springs?

He laughed heartily and said decisively, "Then I'll owe Brother Lin another 500,000 taels of gold!"

"That was great!" Lin Tian clapped his hands and laughed, a glint of light flashing in his eyes like a fox that had just caught its prey. "I was just waiting to see who would dare to place this bet—and sure enough, you, Han Fei, are the most reliable!"

Han Fei's heart sank, and his legs went weak. But after glancing at the stiff, cold figure on the ground, he gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and shouted, "Brother Lin, if you really make her open her eyes, I'll add another 300,000 gold!"

"make a deal!"

"If this doesn't work out—Brother Lin, you must grant me three requests!" Han Fei puffed out his chest and raised his head, his abacus clicking away.

"It's no big deal!"

Han Fei was stunned: How come Lin Tian's brows were relaxed and his demeanor was calm, as if he had already engraved the result on the bamboo slips?

His throat bobbed; he wanted to disbelieve, yet dared not fully accept it, and could only repeat to himself over and over: The dead cannot be brought back to life! The dead cannot be brought back to life!

Ying Zheng spoke first, his voice cold: "This bet is a private matter between Brother Han Fei and you, sir, and I am not involved."

Lin Tian scoffed inwardly: This future King of Qin, shrinking back for a few hundred thousand gold? He had originally wanted to drag him down with him—but then he remembered that the other party still owed him two hundred thousand gold, so he shut his mouth.

After all, the current amount is enough to support an elite armored army for half a year; and Ying Zheng is currently just a young ruler of Qin who has not yet taken personal power, far from being able to command the world and gather support from all directions.

As for why Han Fei dared to bid so aggressively, Lin Tian knew perfectly well: he didn't believe it at all, and what he really wanted was the three command rights after winning the bet.

Of everyone present, besides Lin Tian himself, only Nongyu was tightly gripping her sleeve, believing without blinking—the rest of them all shook their heads, utterly bewildered.

Lin Tian walked up to Li Wu and gestured to the surroundings: "Everyone, please step back a bit."

Everyone retreated in unison, holding their breath and keeping their eyes fixed on the center.

Yan Lingji simply leaped onto Wushuang Gui's shoulder, tiptoeing and craning her neck, afraid of missing the slightest movement.

Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine and leaned closer to Zhang Liang, lowering his voice: "Zifang, you've read many books, but have you ever witnessed a life-saving resurrection?"

Zhang Liang pondered, "Life and death are governed by laws that cannot be reversed. No matter how miraculous Bian Que is, he can only save those who are about to die."