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

In an instant, thousands of sword shadows burst forth from the Yuanhong sword, like a torrential downpour or stars falling from the sky, densely covering the entire military camp. The sword energy crisscrossed, and the world lost its color.

After Lin Tian finished his gesture, he slowly walked back to Zi Nu's side. She still had her back to him, only glancing at the corpse in his hand out of the corner of her eye.

She recognized him at a glance, her voice slightly hoarse: "The Crimson-Eyebrowed Dragon Serpent... is that Tianze?"

"Yes. He struck first." Lin Tian paused. "I promised Yan Lingji that I would leave him with a whole body so that she could have a dignified burial."

Seeing that she remained silent, he added in a low voice, "Is...something making you uncomfortable? If you feel unwell, I'll step back a bit."

As he spoke, he actually took two steps to the side, afraid of disturbing her.

"In this world, we are all江湖客 (jianghu kè kè, wanderers of the martial world) who lick blood from the edge of a knife. We have long since become indifferent to life and death." Zi Nu did not glance at the corpse on the ground, but only fixed her gaze on Lin Tian's face. Her tone was gentle but firm: "You, sometimes, are really quite gentle, and you are also very thoughtful."

Lin Tian was taken aback. Just as he was about to ask for more details, Zi Nu turned and quickly left. On their way back, as they approached the camp, she suddenly took off her long robe and neatly handed it back to him.

Lin Tian immediately shouted, "Are my clothes really that smelly? Can't I change them when we get back to camp?!"

Zi Nu didn't respond, but simply stuffed the clothes into his hands, turned around and left, leaving him sulking with resentment.

When they returned, everyone rushed to greet them. Lin Tian gently placed Tianze's body aside. Yan Lingji approached and looked at it, her eyes surging with complex emotions, unable to speak for a moment.

She said nothing, but silently took Wushuang Gui's hand, carried Tianze and walked away into the distance. Their figures gradually disappeared into the vast twilight.

Lin Tian gave a brief speech to the crowd, saying that the matter was settled and there was no need to mention it again. Although everyone believed him, they still couldn't contain themselves and spurred their horses straight to the battlefield.

Only Honglian remained fast asleep in the camp, with Zinu sitting quietly to one side and Nongyu staying by Lin Tian's side without leaving for a moment. Princess Honglian was indeed a golden branch and jade leaf, unable to withstand the hustle and bustle, and she slept exceptionally soundly.

She was unaware of how many thrilling moments she had missed—the very moment she closed her eyes, the world had already turned upside down.

When Honglian awoke, Lin Tian personally guided her breathing and regulated her spiritual energy, and helped her to resume practicing the techniques he had taught her that day. Before long, her brows relaxed, her cheeks regained their vibrant color, and she returned to being the girl whose smile was as gentle as spring water.

As dawn approached, the sunset glow, like molten gold, splashed across the sky, dyeing half of the sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, those who had gone to scout the battlefield returned one after another, all pale-faced and unsteady on their feet. Han Fei lay behind a tree, retching incessantly, while Zhang Liang stood beside him, silently handing him a plain handkerchief.

Li Wu stared at Lin Tian for a long time, then suddenly spoke: "Immortal... do you really possess such abilities?"

Before she could finish speaking, she answered herself, shaking her head and sighing softly, "I'm afraid even immortals couldn't do that." Her tone was resolute and without hesitation.

Wei Zhuang glanced sideways at his senior brother, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Senior brother, am I accurate?"

Gai Nie remained silent for a long time. The scene was still vivid in his mind: mountains of corpses piled high, blood soaking the scorched earth; broken halberds and tattered banners stuck among the corpses, warhorses and soldiers' bodies lying intertwined, devoid of any sign of life. Black crows circled overhead like dark clouds, their sharp beaks opening and closing, awaiting the start of the grand feast.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Xiao Zhuang, he... is even worse than Master."

"He may deny it, but he knows perfectly well what he's doing," Wei Zhuang replied casually.

Even now, Ying Zheng's fingertips tremble slightly, and a feeling of stagnation still lingers in his chest—the shock of witnessing that moment with his own eyes is etched into his very being and will never be forgotten.

He looked at Lin Tian, ​​his gaze growing deeper: "Sir, you must be a divine being! Even if you are not a direct disciple of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, you must be an immortal who rides the wind and controls the qi, arriving on the moon."

The words you spoke when you first arrived in Xianyang are clear evidence of our Great Qin's sweeping conquest of the world!

With our ancestors above us, our grandson Ying Zheng will surely keep his promise!

He quietly settled one thing in his heart: if there really are immortals, then the elixir of immortality is definitely not a myth.

As night fell completely, smoke curled from the military stoves, filling the air with the aroma of hot food, and only then did Yan Ling Ji slowly return with Wu Shuang Gui.

Lin Tian had something on his mind, so he got up, walked out of the camp gate, and stood in front of the camp.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back—the thought was churning in his chest, and he had to say it.

This was the first time Yan Lingji had seen him so hesitant, lingering before her. She nodded to Wushuang Gui, who immediately withdrew.

……

Lin Tian's gaze swept over Yan Lingji's face, but he saw no trace of tears, which made him feel even more strange.

Seeing his focused gaze, as if searching for some clue, she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, her lips parted slightly, her breath brushing against his ear, her voice as soft as honey wrapped in fire: "Master, why are you staring at Yan Ling like that... is it to get a clearer view?"

Before she finished speaking, she took another half step forward, almost touching his chest.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling. Her eyes shimmered, and the subtle fragrance of orchids wafted through the air. Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat, and his breath hitched slightly.

Yan Lingji's chest trembled slightly as she brushed against Lin Tian's clothes. He instinctively took a half-step back, only to see her eyes sparkle, her lips slightly upturned, and her voice, sweet as honey and sharp as a blade, softly speak:

"Master, you want to ask—why don't I shed a single tear? And why don't I beg you to bring Tianze back to life?"

Yan Lingji never judges people by guesswork, but by looking straight to their hearts. Zi Nu is the moonlight shining across a thousand miles on the snow-capped peak, while Yan Lingji is the flame licking the hearth of the furnace fire—scorching, keen, and instantly illuminating.

Lin Tian was startled. The words he was about to say were cut off by her, so he simply nodded frankly.

Yan Lingji's eyes flickered slightly: "Master... will you be angry with me?"

"What's meant to happen will happen." Lin Tian's voice was calm, yet it sounded like the soft click of a scabbard closing.

"But I don't want you to be pushed to the edge of a cliff. Tianze's hatred is etched into his very bones; his life of wandering is nothing more than the fruit of the bitter vine he planted himself." As she spoke, her fingertips slowly slid across the jade-like skin of her neck, stopping at the hollow of her collarbone—where two dark lines coiled on either side, like two lurking dark snakes. She lowered her eyes and smiled: "Back then, he was the one who rescued me from the ice prison; later, I repaid his kindness, and also repaid the old friendships of the Baiyue people."

Finally, she looked up at Lin Tian, ​​her smile faint yet tinged with coldness: "There are some things that I can't reach, so I won't reach out anymore. The days before were so bitter that even my dreams were bitter."

Lin Tian never expected that she would peel back this layer of her heart before him. His heart tightened, and a surge of pity welled up inside him, even more intense and burning than when they first met.

Yan Lingji is like a cluster of raging fire wrapped in frost—crackling and burning on the outside, but with an unmelting ice core inside.

After the meal, Lin Tian decided to set off at dawn the next day.

Three days later, Hangu Pass came into view.

He was just thinking: if he can't do anything else, at least he can have a good sleep with Nongyu in his arms, right? He turned around to find someone, but Zi Nu put one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other, and unceremoniously kicked him out of the door.

Before he could even step over the threshold, Han Fei and Zhang Liang grabbed his arms on either side and dragged him into Ying Zheng's tent.

Lin Tian felt a chill run down his spine, especially when he caught a glimpse of the ambiguous smile on Han Fei's lips, as if he were waiting to see a good show.

Zhang Liang added, "The military camp is simple; tonight, only a few of us men will be able to share a bed."