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

Han Fei couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking. Looking at Lin Tian's embarrassed expression, he was secretly overjoyed.

Zhang Liang sighed silently and shook his head to himself: "After all, he is the ruler of a country; how can he not have a temper?"

Zi Nu strode forward, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at Lin Tian, ​​her tone tinged with reproach: "You certainly know how to teach a good student!"

Nongyu didn't say a word, but quietly stood beside Lin Tian, ​​lowered her eyes and tucked her sleeves, as docile as ever.

With a light touch of her toes, Yan Lingji gracefully leaped onto Wushuang Gui's left shoulder. Her skirt fluttered slightly as she looked at Lin Tian with a smile, her lips curving upwards, yet she uttered not a word.

Li Wu glanced at Lin Tian indifferently, then looked at Ying Zheng, her voice cold: "As fellow Qin people, I hope Your Majesty will maintain your dignity."

Lin Tian felt most wronged, his face full of resentment. He stared at Ying Zheng's smug expression, wanting to make a move but unable to actually do so—he couldn't very well beat up the King of Qin in public, could he?

They could only keep their heads down and keep walking forward. Seeing this, Han Fei smiled and led the way, and the group followed him into the palace in single file.

The Korean officials and Han Yu, who were lagging behind, whispered among themselves as they walked, their eyes frequently following the figures ahead. Some speculated about Lin Tian's background, while others stared at the stunning women, swallowing hard, their words filled with envy and resentment.

Han Fei and Lin Tian walked side by side, with Ying Zheng following slowly behind. Han Fei couldn't help but joke, "Brother Lin, this good fortune is really too good to pass up!"

"Heh... Brother Han Fei, you're laughing too soon. Be careful you don't get a toothache." Lin Tian smiled with narrowed eyes, a chill emanating from him.

Han Fei remained unperturbed, instead taking a half-step closer and asking in a low voice, "'Toothache'? Oh—who is Fang Chang? Brother Lin, you're known for your philandering; are you perhaps planning to have affairs everywhere?"

"Your ancestors!"

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng, the instigator, was already thinking about the banquet held by the King of Han.

The group arrived at the banquet hall—the very place where King An of Han usually convened his ministers to discuss state affairs. King An of Han was quite shrewd; upon seeing Ying Zheng arrive, he disregarded his middle age and adopted a trembling and respectful posture, carefully choosing his words, lest he inadvertently offend the young King of Qin.

Lin Tian felt a pang of sadness as he looked at it.

It wasn't just that South Korea had been weak for a long time, but also because King An of Han was indeed a mediocre ruler.

Ying Zheng and King Han An both took their seats on the high platform, in the main seats. At Ying Zheng's deliberate suggestion, King Han An quickly arranged several other seats next to the main seats—specifically inviting Lin Tian and Zi Nu to sit there; Han Fei and Han Yu occupied the next seats; Zhang Liang and the other ministers were seated behind them.

As soon as the women appeared, Han Wang'an was so shocked that his eyelids twitched. Their eyes were sticky and blatant, making Lin Tian feel a tightness in his chest and a surge of anger rush to his head.

Fortunately, his favorite concubine, Consort Hu, said a coquettish remark at the right moment, which pulled him back to his senses and made him sit up straight.

This scene sent a chill down Han Fei's spine—he knew his father's temperament all too well and was terrified that Lin Tian would turn on him on the spot and cause a terrible disaster.

It's worth mentioning that Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang stood outside the hall with their swords, not going inside for the banquet; Wushuang Gui also stood guard under the corridor. One was a bit dim-witted, and the other two were naturally dull-witted, showing absolutely no interest in socializing, so they simply stayed outside enjoying the breeze.

At this opportune moment, Han Fei spoke up, briefly introducing Lin Tian's identity to Han Wang'an—he was nominally called "Qin King's Tutor," and the women were Lin Tian's legally wedded family members.

Upon hearing this, none of the people in Zilan Pavilion or Lin Tian objected; Ying Zheng also nodded quietly, knowing that Han Fei's actions had profound implications.

If a clear line isn't drawn early on, given Han Wang Anna's character, she might even dare to utter vulgarities.

Seeing that the women looked normal and Lin Tian showed no unusual reaction, Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief—he understood his father's true nature better than anyone: he was addicted to lust, and Hu Meiren was a living example of that.

When Han Wang An heard that Lin Tian was actually the teacher of the King of Qin, and that the four beauties were his rightful wives, his heart sank. He dared not say anything, but his face could not hide his disappointment.

The Qin state was a force that the Han state could not afford to provoke. Among the seven powerful states, Qin's influence was like oil boiling over a raging fire; while the Han territory was situated just outside Hangu Pass, hanging like a knife's edge.

Although King An of Han was muddle-headed, he was still able to grasp this point of advantage.

He raised his cup to invite a banquet, and all the officials and ministers echoed his sentiments, with praises flowing like a tide, creating a lively and extraordinary atmosphere.

As Lin Tian took a sip from his cup, his gaze suddenly paused—Bai Yifei, the Marquis of Blood Robes, was sitting upright at the table, and a man who looked like a servant was bowing his head and serving wine. His movements were practiced, but his expression revealed a strangeness that quietly caught Lin Tian's attention.

"Killing intent! It's him!" Lin Tian's throat moved slightly, his voice was extremely low, but his gaze swept towards that place like a hawk.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then his divine sense quietly probed out, and he sneered inwardly: "He's putting on quite the act—Black and White Xuanjian, a top assassin with a thousand lives on his hands, thinks he can hide under my nose? What a fool."

At this moment, Hei Bai Xuan Jian, dressed in a black and red outfit, disguised as Bai Yifei's personal guard, stood in the shadow of the corridor pillar. The instant Lin Tian and Ying Zheng stepped into the palace, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes locking onto the person who should have been reduced to ashes—

Behind Lin Tian stood Li Wu, one of the Eight Exquisite Women, dressed in a simple white dress with a cool and aloof expression.

Bai Yifei turned her head and whispered, her voice as cold as ice scraping across the jade steps: "Xuan Jian, did you see him? That person... is still alive."

When Han Fei introduced Lin Tian to King Han An, Bai Yifei's lips curled into a sneer: "She actually became his woman? This man really dares to take on everything!"

Hei Bai Xuan Jian originally disdained to pay attention to such trivial matters, but the moment Li Wu looked up at him—there was no hatred or fear in his eyes, only a clear compassion, like moonlight washed by snow.

That look was like a knife cleaving through the illusion: she had broken free of the curse and truly come alive; she was no longer a puppet, nor an inanimate object!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, his knuckles tensed uncontrollably, his five fingers slowly curled inside his sleeve, and even his wrist bones trembled slightly.

Blood-Clad Marquis Bai was not unaware of the turmoil in his heart. He only caught a glimpse of King Han An and Ying Zheng sitting upright on the high platform, so he calmly transmitted his voice through his breath: "Shall we make a move?"

Xuan Jian nodded, his movements so subtle they were almost imperceptible.

A cold smile flickered across Bai Yifei's lips. He then straightened his clothes, rose from his seat, spread his long sleeves, and bowed deeply to the head of the table: "King Han, at today's state banquet, please do not forget what I reported the other day."

King Han An, upon hearing this, suddenly understood and his face lit up with joy. He turned to Ying Zheng and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I have long heard of your attendant Gai Nie's divine swordsmanship. Marquis Xueyi has long admired him and wishes to learn from him in person. I hope Your Majesty will grant my request!"

The moment Bai Yifei stood up and spoke, Lin Tian's back tensed slightly—he knew that Xuan Jian was about to make a move.

"Agree to him." A thought silently entered Ying Zheng's mind. Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and saw Lin Tian looking up at him with a firm gaze, nodding slightly. He was slightly shaken, but his face remained expressionless. He calmly turned to King Han An: "Discussing the Dao through swordsmanship is an elegant affair. What's wrong with that?"

"Haha, thank you for gracing me with your presence, Lord Qin!" King Han An laughed heartily, then turned to Bai Yifei and urged, "Why don't you quickly invite that 'expert' you invited from Han?"

"Xuanji, why haven't you stepped forward to pay your respects to the two lords yet!"

"This humble servant, Xuanji, pays respects to King Han and King Qin." Hei Bai Xuanjian stepped forward slowly and bowed. Ying Zheng's eyes flashed like blades, a sneer in his heart, but his face was all smiles as he sized him up: "What impressive physique! Gai Nie might find it difficult to defeat you. Perhaps—my esteemed master should personally intervene?"