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

"One of the Eight Swords of Yue, the Black and White Twin Swords, is indeed a rare treasure." Lin Tian replied calmly, taking the black sword in one hand and the white sword in the other, his mind already at peace: "It's done. For a swordsman, the sword is his lifeline; once his life is in your hands, how can he escape? Although the method is a bit ruthless, it's a permanent solution."

In the world of "Nine Songs of the Sky," if a swordsman's life could materialize, it would undoubtedly be the longsword in his hand—

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth, Gai Nie's Abyss Rainbow... are all like this.

They lost their closest friends and loved ones, but they never loosened their grip on the hilt of their swords.

As long as the sword is there, the person is there; when the sword breaks, the person dies.

"The black sword is for killing, the white sword is for guarding—comparing the two, which is stronger?" Lin Tian asked.

Xuan Jian raised his head and replied, "The two sides are evenly matched."

Lin Tian then asked, "When you use a sword, is it necessary to use two at a time?"

"Once a sword is drawn, it is difficult to draw a second; black and white cannot coexist, just as life and death cannot coexist."

Lin Tian suddenly smiled, squatted down and gently pushed the white sword in front of Xuan Jian: "Alright, from now on, you are only allowed to use this white sword. Bring in the coffin—before I change my mind."

Xuan Jian froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

My palms were sweaty, my fingers were stiff, and even my breathing was out of rhythm.

Lin Tian had already put the black sword into his sleeve and turned to walk into the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Li Wu smiled slightly, glanced at the dumbfounded Xuan Jian, and whispered, "Hurry up, his temper is unpredictable."

"Yes!" Xuan Jian looked at Li Wu, grinned foolishly, his laughter filled with the light of surviving a disaster.

He grabbed the white sword and carried it behind his back. Then, with a sudden movement of his arms, he lifted a coffin on each side, holding it steadily without swaying.

A collective gasp of astonishment immediately filled the air.

Li Wu turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with doubt: "How can you be so sure?"

Xuan Jian smiled at her: "Because—you're still standing here."

Li Wu cursed inwardly, "How incredibly stupid!"

But she had already turned around and led Xuan Jian through the moon gate into the depths of the Zilan Pavilion courtyard.

In the shadows of the street corner, three figures stood silently—Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and Ying Zheng, a tall and imposing man with sharp, piercing brows.

Ying Zheng gazed intently at Hei Bai Xuan Jian as he entered Zi Lan Xuan, his eyes burning with admiration. He sighed sincerely, "Sir, your abilities are boundless, spanning heaven and earth. Even if I were to dedicate my entire life to this task, I could hardly fathom even a fraction of your potential."

Gai Nie bowed his head and clasped his hands, his voice steady and respectful: "Your Majesty is ordained by Heaven, and your training lies in governing the country and balancing power. How could you possibly be concerned with the clash of swords and the shadows of fists?"

Ying Zheng's lips curled slightly: "Gai Nie, do you know where your extraordinary abilities come from?"

"Our spies searched the territories of the seven kingdoms but found no trace of Mr. Lin; they also consulted all the classic texts but could not find a single word of his name." Gai Nie reported truthfully, and then slowly added, "Perhaps he is a person from beyond the borders—a bitterly cold land in the far north, where it is said that a vast ocean stretches across the world, and on the other side there are also states, which may not all belong to the Central Plains."

"Senior Brother, you are mistaken," Wei Zhuang said coldly, his brows furrowing slightly. "Lin Tian is clearly of the Yanhuang bloodline, born in the fertile land of China, sharing the same roots as you and me. I have personally heard that he comes from south of the Yellow River, yet is not within the territory of the Seven Kingdoms—this place is actually outside the realm of all the feudal lords, which is truly inconceivable. As for his cultivation and enlightenment... if not personally taught by an ancient deity, how could he have reached such a level?"

"Are there really immortals in this world? Can they truly escape reincarnation and attain immortality?" Ying Zheng murmured, his gaze distant. Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang exchanged a glance, both remaining silent.

Lin Tian was unaware that his appearance, along with Ying Zheng's casual question that day, had unknowingly set the wheels of history in motion—the seeds of the King of Qin's later belief in Yin-Yang philosophy, his dispatch of alchemists to search for Penglai in the east, and his burning the midnight oil in pursuit of immortality all quietly sprouted from this moment.

Even the iron-fisted military force that first swept towards South Korea was, in some mysterious way, given a push by him.

Ying Zheng turned and strode forward, proclaiming loudly, "Come, follow me inside, and witness firsthand your divine skill in transforming withered bones and reversing yin and yang! If you were not an immortal descended to earth, how could you dare claim to control life and death, prosperity and decline? You must be a true cultivator hidden deep in the mountains, hence your absence from the annals of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, with Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang following closely behind, and they entered the Purple Orchid Pavilion again.

Saving someone? It's just a small favor.

A gentle breeze sweeps through the sleeves, dispelling the clouds and mist; a light touch of the fingertips dispels the deathly aura.

Even though they were already used to Lin Tian's unfathomable nature and his tendency to defy common sense, the people of Zilan Pavilion still couldn't help but hold their breath and stare in astonishment—this time, what he awakened were two bodies that had been buried for over a year and were sleeping in black wooden coffins in a cold pool.

Because the black wood in the cold pool nourishes yin and locks in the soul, the corpse looks as if it were newly buried, with skin like solidified fat and hair as black as ink.

The meaning behind this is self-evident: Xuan Jian's obsession with his deceased wife and young son had long since pierced his heart; the root of his sudden change in temperament and his overwhelming rage back then lay precisely here.

How rare is the black wood from the cold pool? Finding even one coffin is extremely difficult, yet Xuan Jian managed to find two. One can only imagine the twists and turns and the painstaking efforts involved.

Lin Tian used the "Rejuvenation of Dead Trees" technique once again.

Two bodies that had been withered and lifeless for years were revived under his palm, opening their eyes and breathing—not a final burst of life before death, but a complete and vivid resurrection!

In everyone's eyes, this was beyond human capability; it was clearly a divine appearance and a miracle!

Controlling life and death, reversing yin and yang—what else could this be but an immortal?

Li Wu stood there, stunned. The scene before her was exactly what she had missed when she first woke up. Shock washed over her like a tidal wave, and an indescribable tremor surged within her—

Is he... truly a celestial being descended to earth?

Ying Zheng's inner turmoil dissipated, and his belief grew stronger: Immortality was not a myth, and the path to immortality was indeed real!

Look, isn't the master standing right before us? Life and death are in his hands, just a matter of turning his hand over!

The one who could not control himself the most was Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

The moment his wife's fingertips trembled slightly and his young son's eyelashes fluttered, this Qin assassin, who had slaughtered thousands and whose face was as cold as iron, suddenly collapsed to his knees, embracing his wife and child tightly, wailing and crying with heart-wrenching sobs.

Those who hear it feel a lump in their throat, and those who see it are moved to tears.

Even Lin Tian felt a warmth in his heart at this moment and sighed quietly: This time, it really was the right thing to do.

Putting aside all calculations and schemes, he would never regret it for the sake of this scene before him.

He suddenly thought of his dear relatives and friends far away, and of Long'er and Dongfang, who were still waiting anxiously across two worlds.

A surge of burning determination rushed to my head—

We have to go back!

It must be powerful enough to tear apart the heavens and shatter the boundaries of existence!

We must be strong enough to make the system bow down and the laws submit!

He gritted his teeth silently, each word like a nail, etched into his soul:

All for the sake of becoming stronger!

In the afternoon, Han Fei led Zhang Liang into the Purple Orchid Pavilion and saw Hei Bai Xuan Jian sitting calmly in the hall, looking perfectly normal, without much surprise.

But when they looked up and saw the woman holding a child standing under the eaves, the two of them immediately looked surprised and turned to look at Zi Nu.

Zi Nu, without any concealment, recounted the whole story in detail. Upon hearing it, Han Fei immediately bowed deeply, his eyes shining brightly, his admiration overflowing, as if he had witnessed a divine miracle.

Zhang Liang stood frozen in place, his fingertips trembling slightly, and murmured, "Could it be that Brother Lin is truly a recluse?"—Two people who had been dead for over a year, their bodies long since cold, were standing alive before him! Their chests burned, their backs felt a chill, and an indescribable sense of solemnity welled up in their hearts.

Lin Tian's abilities are beyond comprehension! With just this skill of bringing the dead back to life, he is enough to make nobles from all nations flock to him and heroes of the martial arts world bow down to him.