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

The promise he made back then carried immense weight: to help him sweep away all evil spirits and forge an everlasting imperial dynasty.

Lin Tian raised his hand in a gesture of approval, indicating that there was no need for further words. He then looked around at everyone and said, "The enemy has already made their move. A head-on confrontation will only result in bloodshed. Everyone, please perform your duties and follow my instructions."

Gai Nie nodded, Wei Zhuang clasped his hands in a fist salute, Han Fei spread his sleeves, and Zhang Liang composed himself—the four responded with unwavering resolve, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at these familiar faces, Lin Tian felt a warmth in his heart: These weren't just staff members and subordinates; they were clearly old friends who shared a deep bond.

His gaze shifted, landing directly on Ying Zheng: "Where is the Empress Dowager now?"

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, not expecting his teacher to ask about his birth mother so soon, but he still answered calmly, "We had a big argument just now, and Mother should have already returned to Yongshou Palace to rest."

"What about the poison?"

Ying Zheng froze for a moment, his brows furrowing sharply. He had clearly never imagined that anyone would dare to address him by name and question his whereabouts. He immediately summoned a close attendant, who bowed and reported, "The Marquis of Changxin just left the palace, saying he went to buy rouge and face powder for the Empress Dowager."

A fake eunuch whose identity has not been verified was granted a title and fiefdom, and given two fiefdoms—Lin Tian sneered inwardly: If Ying Yiren knew this in the afterlife, his coffin would probably crack from anger.

It stumbled twice in a row, and the green was so bright and vibrant, it was breathtakingly green!

"Come here, all of you!" Lin Tian waved his hand to clear away the palace servants. After the doors and windows were closed, he lowered his voice and assigned the tasks one by one.

After a long silence, Han Fei suddenly raised his eyes, his voice tinged with hesitation: "Sir, isn't your action... a bit too sharp?"

Even Ying Zheng frowned, his voice tightening: "I fear I cannot handle things properly with the Empress Dowager..."

Lin Tian suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight at him: "Is there ever an empress dowager who reigns behind the curtain for life? Is there ever a prime minister who rules forever? Ying Zheng! Killing one person is eradicating the root, killing ten thousand is also eradicating the root—you'll have that engraved in your bones!"

Ying Zheng's expression hardened, his lips tightened into a sharp line, but he slowly nodded, an unwavering determination surging in his eyes.

Then, Lin Tian turned and walked out of the main hall. Before leaving, he paused and looked back, uttering each word with resounding force: "Speed ​​is of the essence in war."

Holding the imperial advisor's golden token, he went straight to the main gate of Xianyang Palace. Outside the gate, a clamor of voices and a crowd of scholars surrounded him; no one expected that he would be the one in charge today.

"By order of the King!" Lin Tian's voice resounded throughout the hall, "Today's matter will be handled entirely by my own Imperial Preceptor, Lin Tian—to give you all an explanation!"

Lü Buwei immediately stepped forward, with Li Si standing behind him, his sleeves drooping, his expression inscrutable.

Isn't this the Imperial Preceptor? This old man greets you! I wonder if the Imperial Preceptor has met with the Empress Dowager after just leaving the palace?

Lu Buwei had a smile plastered on his face, but his eyes were taut. Before he finished speaking, a chilling edge, like a blade, seeped into his words and scraped directly at Lin Tian's face.

Lin Tian lifted his eyelids, his gaze as cold as double blades, sweeping across his face without pausing for even a moment, and then walked towards the hundreds of students kneeling on the ground in front of him.

The dignified Prime Minister Lü, a powerful minister who held the reins of the court and whose influence shook Xianyang, was publicly humiliated for the second time by this young man!

Hmph! You greenhorn, you've brought shame upon yourself today and will die before the will of the people!

Lu Xiang, do not be angry. This man is just bluffing and is all bark and no bite!

Lin Tian cracked his knuckles as he moved his wrists, his gaze fixed intently on the young scholars from the Hall of Recruitment, who came from various schools of thought.

Traitor! You dare show your face?!

A wave of condemnation erupted, crashing down like a tidal wave.

He suddenly raised his hand to pick at his ear, and then his body trembled—a sharp sword aura burst out from his body!

A surge of air, like a sandstorm, sent a hundred students staggering backward, their robes billowing and hair flying. Lin Tian drew his sword, Yuanhong, its tip pointing diagonally at the crowd, his voice like thunder: "You cowards, do you dare take my life?!"

"You cowards, do you dare to take my life?" — The words fell silent! In the Spring and Autumn Period, the words "cowards" were more piercing than "scoundrel" and more humiliating than "commoner," let alone this group of learned and martial talents who considered themselves to be of noble character.

These words were like a whip, striking their faces, causing everyone to blush and feel their blood rush to their heads!

A scholar abruptly rose to his feet, his long sword clattering as he drew from its sheath. He rushed to Lin Tian in a few strides, his chest heaving, and growled through gritted teeth, "You vulgar scoundrel, do you even deserve to hold the seal of the Qin State's Grand Preceptor? Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the righteous path, you foul-mouthed, unfit fool! Has the King of Qin truly gone blind?!"

Lin Tian lowered his eyes to sized up the young man—a simple blue robe and belt, with bamboo slips hanging from his waist, indeed in the style of the Little Sage Manor. With a flick of his wrist, Yuanhong suddenly shifted, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the other man's brow, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You do have some courage. State your name, I don't kill nameless ghosts."

The Confucian response was: "Please!"

Before the words were even finished, the sword light had already arrived! Swift as thunder and lightning. Lin Tian recognized it at a glance as the "Ming Pei Sword Technique," a secret technique passed down by the Little Sage Manor—calm yet sharp, dignified yet fierce.

He is indeed a true master, and a tough nut to crack among those who excel in both literary and martial arts.

With the sword's edge just three inches from his throat, he suddenly shouted, "A gentleman is ashamed to be ranked with a petty person! How can I allow such a despicable person as you to defile the Qin court? Take this sword!"

Everyone thought Lin Tian would surely be stabbed in the throat, and they were secretly lamenting that his arrogance had brought him trouble—but then they saw him slowly raise his left hand, his five fingers spread out like a pine tree, and his index and middle fingers lightly joined together.

Clang—!

The sword tip was firmly clamped and remained completely still.

It was a light touch, as if picking up a fallen leaf.

Huiyan's pupils contracted sharply, and he pulled back with all his might, but the sword seemed to be welded to his fingers. No matter how much his veins bulged and his veins throbbed, the longsword did not budge an inch!

"A disciple from Little Sage Village? With such meager abilities, you dare to come to Xianyang for study?" Lin Tian's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail. "'A gentleman seeks harmony but not uniformity; a petty person seeks uniformity but not harmony'—if you can't even grasp these eight words, what are you doing studying the classics? Go back and rewrite the Analects ten times!"

He gave a low shout: "Break!"

Ding--!

With a crisp crack, the steel longsword snapped in two between his fingers, the break clean as if cut by a ruler, a section of the sword tip still vibrating and humming between his fingers.

Lin Tian flicked his wrist, and the broken blade flashed with a cold light, so fast that no one could see its trajectory.

puff!

The sharp blade pierced Huiyan's throat, leaving only a small inch of the hilt trembling outside.

His eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and he staggered back two steps, the broken sword in his hand clattering to the ground. He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, but could not stop the gushing blood—warm, scarlet, flowing down between his fingers, staining his front and soaking the blue bricks.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, falling forward again, his face buried in the yellow earth. Blood gushed out like a spring from the gash in his neck.

Lin Tian didn't even glance at the corpse, stepped over it, his boots still stained with blood, and walked straight ahead.

This scene was exactly the effect he wanted—to make an example of someone.

It was too fast, too ruthless. So fast that no one had time to blink, and so ruthless that it sent chills down one's spine.

Right in front of the main gate of Xianyang Palace, in front of Prime Minister Lü, all the officials, and all the scholars of the Hundred Schools of Thought, he killed a Confucian scholar from the Hall of Recruiting Talents, cleanly and decisively, leaving no room for retreat.

This is no ordinary fight; it is a fight to the death, where a sword is broken with a finger and a throat is pierced with a broken blade—a single move can bring fame, but also a single move can take a life.

At this moment, who would dare to underestimate this young national advisor personally appointed by Ying Zheng?

Putting everything else aside, the sheer ruthlessness of his attack and his unparalleled swordsmanship alone are enough to chill one's heart.

The students from all schools retreated hastily, their footsteps disordered and their breathing rapid. The arrogance in their eyes as they looked at Lin Tian was gone, replaced only by deep fear.