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

As he finished speaking, his shoulders slumped slightly, as if his spine had been removed.

Such a huge sum of money and such a grand display should have moved even a monarch. But Lin Tian didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he were listening to idle gossip.

Isn't he the Imperial Advisor? Could he really be a descendant of the Zhou dynasty? This little thing isn't even worth his attention?!

Lin Tian suddenly raised his hand, first pointing at Han Fei, then at Yan Dan: "He owes me 800,000 gold coins." He paused, then added: "Ying Zheng owes me 150,000 gold coins. How do you plan to surpass the combined amount owed by the two of them in this small corner of Yan?"

"What!" Yan Dan suddenly turned pale and looked at Han Fei in disbelief.

Han Fei's noodles were slightly hot, and his tone was humble but could not hide his embarrassment: "These are all old matters. I hope that Prince Dan will put aside these idle chatter and focus on discussing important matters with Brother Lin."

His helpless expression made him look as if his cards had been exposed to him, his brows furrowed with an unyielding bitterness, as if even his breath carried the lingering taste of regret.

Han Fei still can't figure out this debt—it would take several lifetimes to repay, and he doesn't even dare to think about it.

His face was full of sincerity, and Yan Dan believed him at a glance; as for Ying Zheng's side? Yan Dan couldn't be bothered to guess.

How did this person manage to do all that? At such a young age, he held the seal of the Qin State's Grand Preceptor, brought two royal princes of Han under his command, and possessed astonishing wealth.

Looking at Lin Tian's still somewhat immature face, Yan Dan felt a surge of curiosity and a quietly ignited hope within her.

Hoping... he could truly use his help to return to his homeland.

"I am truly penniless and cannot afford such a large sum of money. I beg the Imperial Preceptor to make an exception and grant me this favor!" Prince Dan shook his head with a wry smile, for he was indeed penniless. Looking at Lin Tian, ​​he remained calm and did not even raise an eyebrow at the beauty scheme he had just proposed.

Lin Tian remained silent for a moment, not telling Yan Dan to get up, but instead asked in a deep voice, "You insist on returning to Yan, simply to save the Yan Kingdom from the calamity of national subjugation, isn't that right?"

Yan Dan's heart tightened, and she looked up in astonishment. Lin Tian had already taken a step closer, his gaze sharp as a blade, his voice cold and stern: "Telling the truth is your only way to survive."

In an instant, Yan Dan felt an invisible, heavy pressure crash down on him, his back stiffened, his throat tightened, and even his courage to meet the gaze was crushed. That imposing aura was even more terrifying than when the kings of the seven kingdoms held court.

The rain outside had just stopped, and the fire inside was bright and warm, but he was sweating profusely, and a chill ran down his neck—all because of the person in front of him.

His mere presence inspired awe in him from the bottom of his heart, even causing him to instinctively shrink back and tremble.

Yan Dan was originally a martial artist, a disciple of the Six-Fingered Black Knight, the leader of the Mohist school, with a solid foundation and profound internal strength.

Otherwise, he would not have succeeded to the position of leader of the Mohist school.

If not for being ambushed by the Yin-Yang School's Grand Master of Fate, Tianming would never have been able to retrieve the abundant true energy that he poured out during his final moments.

But at this moment, his proud martial arts skills and the internal strength he had cultivated over many years crumbled inch by inch under Lin Tian's silent and immovable pressure, like thin ice meeting the scorching sun, leaving him utterly powerless.

Answer me!

Lin Tian suddenly unleashed his power—it was the aura of the legendary peak fourth realm, designed specifically to intimidate.

What he wanted wasn't perfunctory answers or weighing options, but simply a heartfelt, honest remark from the other party.

Because he has always only been willing to trade with honest and straightforward people.

Yan Dan's back was already soaked with sweat, and his ears were ringing. Hearing Lin Tian's urging, his lips trembled, and he blurted out, "Dan... swears to resist Qin to the death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tianwei's oppressive aura vanished. Yan Dan's legs went weak, she gasped for breath, and almost knelt down, her whole body shivering as if she had just been pulled out of a frozen spring.

"Resist Qin?" Lin Tian sneered. "What can Yan use to resist? You can't even tolerate a strategist like Su Qin, so what are you talking about in terms of preserving the country? Why don't you pack your bags, set sail, and find a small island to retire on?"

Yan Dan stood tall, his eyes burning with determination: "The great edifice is about to collapse; how can we live on in disgrace! I am willing to offer my body as a shield and defend my homeland to the death!"

"Okay!" Lin Tian replied loudly, "I'll help you—but it depends on when I'm in a good mood."

"...The Imperial Preceptor?" Yan Dan was stunned, his face full of astonishment, wondering if he had misheard.

Lin Tian got up, stretched, and loosened his shoulders and neck. He then turned to Han Fei and Zifang and said, "You two should see the guests out. I'm sleepy. Nongyu is still waiting for me inside."

"Yes, Brother Lin!" Han Fei replied, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Yes, sir." Zhang Liang bowed and accepted the order.

The two men escorted Yan Dan to the gate of the mansion. As they parted, Yan Dan couldn't help but turn back, hesitatingly asking, "Young masters, has the Imperial Preceptor... truly agreed?"

Han Fei paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Your Highness might as well prepare something that Brother Lin truly cares about—cater to his tastes, and he'll be more likely to be interested. But once he's spoken, he certainly won't go back on his word. Although Brother Lin is unconventional, he values ​​his promises very much."

Zifang smiled and replied, "A gentleman's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold."

Yan Dan felt a little relieved, but that sense of security was quickly overwhelmed by the heavy burden of difficulties. Hope was right in front of him, within reach; but he was at a loss as to where to focus his efforts and how to win that person's smile. The more he thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed.

At this moment, Yan Dan felt that Lin Tian was extremely strange. What shocked him even more was that this person was unfathomable, as deep as a bottomless abyss and as imposing as a mountain. The oppressive aura that had just hit him was as heavy as a thousand-pound iron gate and as fierce as a raging fire... Even if Mo Clan's close friend, Six-Fingered Black Knight, were to come in person, he would find it impossible to match even a fraction of it.

Yan Dan's curiosity about Lin Tian grew stronger and stronger, and she even secretly developed the idea of ​​befriending him, as if she was firmly attracted by an invisible magnetic force.

A person who could cause King Ying Zheng of Qin and Prince Han Jiu to incur a debt of nearly one million gold coins is also Ying Zheng's personally acknowledged mentor—such a person cannot be taken lightly. Yan Dan had already decided to thoroughly investigate Lin Tian's background.

Mohist disciples are scattered throughout the states. Upon returning to his residence, he immediately set about uncovering every clue about Lin Tian.

Yan Dan bowed to Han Fei and Zhang Liang in farewell, then turned and left.

By the time he quietly slipped back into the mansion arranged for him by the Qin state in Xianyang, it was already midnight.

Because the mansion was heavily guarded, he had no choice but to climb over the wall. He lightly touched the wall with his toes and landed silently. As soon as he stepped into the inner courtyard, he saw that the main hall was brightly lit by candlelight, so he strolled over there.

"Dongjun hasn't rested yet?" Yan Dan frowned slightly.

Beside the main hall was his study, where bamboo slips were piled high. A woman in a dark blue dress was bending over among them. Her black hair was tied up low, with a jade phoenix hairpin inserted at an angle. Her earrings and bracelets were inlaid with sapphires, gleaming quietly in the candlelight. She was carefully gathering the scattered bamboo slips and gently brushing away the dust with a soft cloth, completely unaware that a figure had arrived behind her.

Just by looking at her back, one can tell that she has a graceful figure, an elegant demeanor, and a natural air of sophistication.

Although her face was not yet visible, one was already certain that this woman was absolutely stunning. On the table were several pieces of dried biscuits, some dried meat, and a bowl of still-warm meat soup covered with a wooden bowl.

Yan Dan stopped and sighed softly, "Dongjun, why do you insist on this? Wouldn't it be better to return to the Yin-Yang School?"