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

The 100,000-strong force that was half a day away, seemingly heading straight for him, was actually... prepared for him?

Han Fei's thinking was correct, but his target was wrong—that large army was actually dispatched by Bai Yifei, specifically to defend against Lin Tian.

One hundred thousand soldiers were deployed just to stop him.

Ironically, Bai Yifei was unaware that the elite Wei Wu soldiers had already been wiped out by Lin Tian.

Ying Zheng was not angry. Instead, he gently patted Han Fei on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Brother Han Fei's sincerity is as clear as day and night. Any wise ruler would be fortunate to have such a ruler."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian felt a weight lift from his heart—as long as Han Fei lived, the quicksand would not dissipate, and Zi Lan Xuan could remain safe.

Han Fei's fate ultimately rested on Ying Zheng's whim.

Lin Tian had carefully considered the risks and uncertainties before embarking on his journey to Qin. He made sure to eliminate all potential problems before setting off.

Accompanying Han Fei on this journey is far more than simply repaying a favor.

At this time, Hei Bai Xuan Jian had already parted ways with the others at the border of Han. He carried a secret order and returned to the capital alone, heading straight for Xianyang.

That mission was personally assigned by Lin Tian to pave the way for the future—the situation in Han, Ying Zheng's movements, the foundation of the Quicksand, and the safety of Zilan Pavilion were all included.

With the hidden dangers eliminated and the foundation solidified, it's time to tackle the few remaining threats deep within the Qin state's territory.

The first to bear the brunt was Lü Buwei!

Lin Tian even secretly plotted: if Li Si made any move and refused to obey orders, Lin Tian had already secretly considered killing him to prevent him from framing Han Fei in the future.

The best strategy is to eliminate a few troublesome elements in the Qin court and then stabilize Ying Zheng's mind, ensuring his continued trust in Lin Tian. He needs to show Ying Zheng his strength, but more importantly, he needs to make him remember kindness and gratitude. In Lin Tian's eyes, the First Emperor, who is about to rule the world, is currently just a young monarch still in the making, far from being fully formed.

On the day Hei Bai Xuan Jian left, Li Wu volunteered to accompany him and provide covert support.

Lin Tian shook her head in denial—her duty was always to protect the safety of the girls in Zilan Pavilion.

Moreover... the execution of Ba Linglong is a done deal, and there is no way to overturn it.

As for how to avoid Lü Buwei's eyes and ears and prevent Li Wu from showing her face after arriving in Xianyang, Lin Tian had already made arrangements and had a plan in mind.

When Han Fei heard Ying Zheng's gentle words of comfort and heartfelt praise, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, but his heart felt as if it had fallen into an icy abyss—his disappointment with his homeland grew stronger, and his resentment towards his father quietly grew.

Seeing this, Lin Tian glanced at Ying Zheng and Han Fei, and said slowly, "In this age of great strife, petty people run rampant; only by being wise and discerning can one save the world and achieve something."

Han Fei was startled, his pupils contracted slightly, clearly struck hard by these words.

Zhang Liang lowered his head and silently recited it several times, then suddenly smiled broadly: "Brother Lin's words have truly fused the Daoist wisdom of 'keeping a low profile' and the Confucian spirit of 'taking responsibility' into one, making you a genius who has mastered all schools of thought!"

"Ahem, you flatter me, you flatter me. I only have a superficial understanding." Lin Tian waved his hand, smiling easily.

Afterwards, everyone discussed and decided on a strategy to deal with any interception by the Han army after entering Qin. With Lin Tian in command of the troops, everyone in Zi Lan Xuan felt inexplicably confident—they didn't know when it started, but in their eyes, the 100,000-strong army seemed as fragile as paper. This confidence came from both Lin Tian's unfathomable combat strength and the lingering shock of the annihilation of the Wei Wu Corps.

Lin Tian then held a private discussion with Han Fei for a while before truthfully reporting the matter of Xuan Jian to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng simply nodded, his tone calm: "Whatever you decide, sir, I will follow without question."

—Is this young king really so respectful?

At this time, he was humble and courteous, showing no trace of the domineering and arrogant emperor who would later dominate the world.

It is more like a new ruler with ambition who inherited the legacy of his ancestors: Duke Xiao expanded the territory, Duke Huiwen built up the momentum, and Duke Zhaoxiang expanded the borders—three generations worked hard to govern, and the ambition to unify the country was passed down from generation to generation.

Since Shang Yang's reforms, the Qin state had produced many capable rulers and ministers, all of whom aspired to conquer the entire land. Ying Zheng was indeed the one who brought the state to a close, but without the foundation laid by his predecessors, even with his unparalleled talent, he would have found it difficult to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

As a descendant of the Yellow Emperor who traveled from another era, Lin Tian naturally felt close to Ying Zheng; however, knowing his ruthless methods in the future, Lin Tian dared not be careless.

For the sake of the living, breathing people around him—Zi Nu, Nong Yu, Han Fei, Zhang Liang… he could only meticulously plan and scheme, repeatedly deducing the various possibilities after his withdrawal. Unbeknownst to him, after traversing several realms, the faces he cared about had become even more numerous than before.

As the midday sun began to set, the delegation to Qin set off once more. This time, Lin Tian personally led the team.

He gazed at the thousand light cavalrymen before him, his mind made up—he would emulate the Mongol cavalry that would later sweep across Eurasia in their formation: the flanks spread out like wings, the vanguard gathered like a beak, forming a sharp, swift formation. Each commander of a thousand men was equipped with a command flag and a bull horn, ready to be deployed at any time.

These soldiers were all elite troops personally selected by Han Fei, each one brave and skilled in battle, archery and horsemanship.

Lin Tian reined in his horse and shouted, "The enemy is numerous? No need to fear! Just charge! Break through and scatter, flank from both sides, and fire in unison as you advance! If the enemy pursues us, we will maneuver and fire as we retreat! When our quivers are nearly empty, the centurion will lead his troops straight into the center, break through the enemy lines, and then scatter to encircle them again—we will exhaust their morale, break their momentum, and repeat this cycle until the enemy is routed!"

Zi Nu and Nong Yu rode alongside, one on each side. Nong Yu found it all quite ordinary, but Zi Nu narrowed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Shouldn't you be wielding your sword, leaping onto your horse, and slaying enemies with a single blow? How come you're so knowledgeable about military formations?"

Lately, Zi Nu has been getting better and better at roasting him!

Lin Tian was completely baffled—what had he done to offend her?

If it was because of what happened to Yan Lingji that night, he had already told Nongyu the whole story; if Zi Nu knew the truth, she would not have remained resentful.

He couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to investigate further—after all, he had always been someone who hated trouble.

If a knot can't be untied right away, then leave it for now.

Lin Tian said calmly, "This cavalry combat technique is a fighting style passed down through generations by a border tribe in my hometown. It's sharp and practical. Besides—aren't there guards here right now? Why should I take action? This is their duty!"

Ultimately, he already knew what he was doing: Han Fei was unwilling to personally send those people to their doom, and Lin Tian would only draw his sword when facing life and death.

He suddenly understood why Han Fei ultimately failed in Xianyang.

Perhaps it was that hesitation and soft-heartedness that dragged him down.

Ying Zheng, mounted at the rear, turned to Han Fei and Zhang Liang beside him and asked, "Do you two recognize the cavalry tactics you just used, sir?"

Han Fei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Military affairs are ultimately a veil between me and reality. I can talk about war on paper, but when it comes to actual combat, I can hardly grasp the basics."

Zifang, however, replied with a piercing gaze, "It's unpredictable and treacherous! Prioritize harassment from afar, exhausting the enemy, and maximizing the agility and speed of light cavalry—but the price is the lives of our soldiers. How can infantry in formation withstand such repeated breaches as Brother Lin? Advancing like thunder, retreating like the wind, losing a hundred of our own men is enough to rout a thousand of the enemy! But… Brother Lin, how are you so familiar with military formations? And how do you so confidently assert that the centurion would never desert in battle—where does this certainty come from?"

"Sir!" Ying Zheng called out loudly.

Lin Tian spurred his horse back, his armor clattering softly as he arrived, dust billowing around him.