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

Moonlight slanted in through the window, casting a faint silver streak on her profile. She suddenly remembered the bamboo raft, the river mist, and the copper bell her mother had placed in her palm on the day she left home… But now, the mountains and rivers remain unchanged, while her loved ones have long since vanished like smoke.

As dawn broke the next day, Lin Tian suddenly sat up with a start—in the chaos of the previous night, an inexplicable chill, like needles pricking, had awakened his instincts.

I opened my eyes and saw: a green curtain, a red brocade quilt, and a faint, warm fragrance lingering on the pillow...

This is not his house.

This is Yan Lingji's bedroom.

He sprang out of bed with a thud, blurting out, "Damn it!"

He hurriedly threw off the covers and reached under his body, then glanced down at his neatly arranged belt and unundone undergarment, before looking around—the bed was empty, and no one was in sight.

The weight on my heart was lifted with a thud.

He quickly put on his clothes, tiptoed and crouched, like a cat that had just stolen some fish, and slipped out of the door silently.

What are we waiting for if we don't run away now? Are we waiting for Zi Nu to kick open the door, grab us by the collar, and drag us to Nong Yu to get a scolding?

Absolutely not!

Lin Tian had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he could slip away unnoticed, when he looked up and bumped into Zi Nu.

He froze on the spot, his face turning bluish-purple, his lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh or cry, his mind a complete mess—this was something that couldn't be explained in just a few words in ancient times.

To everyone's surprise, Zi Nu merely glanced at him indifferently and said, "Sober now? I just changed Yan Ling Ji's bedding—she said you smelled strongly of alcohol, which made it hard for her to sleep soundly."

Huh?! Zi Nu knew about it? Then Nong Yu probably knew too...

Lin Tian was stunned, his mind buzzing: How come this plot is completely different from what I expected?

Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Zi Nu rolled her eyes and added, "Yan Ling Ji came to sleep in my room last night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tian snapped back to reality and immediately replied with a grin, "Tsk tsk, a beauty right in front of you, and she's still completely unmoved? Oh dear... could it be that my face is too ugly to even ignite a flame?"

"Knowing how shabby you are, why don't you hurry up and eat breakfast? Han Fei is waiting for you in the front hall; he has important business to discuss." Zi Nu ignored him, shoved him aside, and turned to head towards Yan Ling Ji's room. Lin Tian also stepped towards the main hall.

Breakfast was already laid out in the hall, and Li Wujing was also seated there, next to Han Fei, who was holding a ceramic bowl and drinking porridge.

What special customs were there in the pre-Qin period? In the morning, it was nothing more than a bowl of thin soup made from coarse rice and a few hard wheat cakes.

Lin Tian's stomach, spoiled by modern cuisine, frowned after one bite—it was as bland as boiled grass roots. Fortunately, there was wild berry jam, sweet and sour and thick, which was barely a bright spot for the day.

As soon as he sat down, Li Wu handed him a bowl and chopsticks, and with a flick of her wrist, the thin porridge overflowed.

Han Fei sighed, "When I arrived, they didn't say a word, and I had to do everything myself; but when Brother Lin arrived, hot porridge and hot dishes were all prepared."

"Please enjoy your meal, gentlemen. Li Wu has finished." She tidied herself up, stood up, and left, swiftly and decisively. Han Fei watched her retreating figure and said in a low voice, "This Li Wu is even more unapproachable than Zi Nu when we first met."

"You don't even like her, so why are you worrying about this? Think back to when you were burning the midnight oil studying bamboo slips, she was already chopping off heads for money." Lin Tian casually retorted, and Han Fei immediately lost his appetite.

Who eats breakfast in the morning and all they can find are human heads?

Lin Tian ate his porridge calmly, asking as he shoveled some into his mouth, "What's up? Any new news?"

Han Fei then said seriously, "It's a big deal—last night's secret report said that envoys from the six states arrived in Xianyang today, wanting to join forces against Qin."

Resist Qin?!

Lin Tian was frowning when Zhang Liang stepped in from outside the door.

Without pausing, he began, "It's because the Qin state is growing increasingly powerful, and moreover, it openly invaded and attacked the Han state, massacring 100,000 Han soldiers!"

"Was it Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei who did this? It's the same kind of thing that you and Han Fei were labeled as 'traitors'—ten thousand soldiers died, and he didn't even blink, still using it as an article. He's truly a ruthless character with a heart of stone." Lin Tian blurted out, each sentence hitting the nail on the head.

Zhang Liang nodded, his expression grave: "Qin is indeed powerful, but if the six states are truly determined to form an alliance, one state alone may not be able to suppress them. In the past, Zhang Yi used the strategy of befriending distant states while attacking nearby ones, and using the strategy of forming alliances to break the vertical alliance. The six states seemed to be united, but in reality, each had its own agenda, and they were repeatedly torn apart by Qin. But this time... I'm afraid it will be different."

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow: "How are they different?"

Zhang Liang stared intently at him, his gaze sharp as nails: "Because it's widely rumored that the key to unlocking the secrets of the Azure Dragon's Seven Mansions lies in your hands, sir."

Han Fei's face darkened, and he turned to look at Lin Tian, ​​his voice tightening: "The Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon, whoever deciphers them will rule the world. And Brother Lin is now the Grand Preceptor of Qin, the news of which has already spread throughout the six states. The rulers and ministers of all states are terrified upon hearing this—they were already afraid of Qin's military might, and now with this added matter, their fear has forced them to clench their fists, not to mention Bai Yifei's secret mediation..."

"Afraid of them? Let's kill them all, even if the six-nation coalition dares to march west and flatten Xianyang. I'd like to see who falls first." Lin Tian sneered, completely unconcerned. In his eyes, these jumping-up lords were nothing more than a bunch of moths drawn to a flame.

But Zhang Liang's next words made his smile freeze on his face.

Zhang Liang said in a deep voice, "But if the Qin state panics, the people will be afraid, and the world will be thrown into turmoil."

These words hit the nail on the head—even if one is incomparably powerful, one cannot protect those around them; no matter how strong one's own power is, it cannot support the entire chaotic world.

Even with the power to turn the tide, some situations are ultimately unbreakable, and some tribulations are destined to be inescapable.

"The delegation from six countries...who is leading them this time?" Lin Tian suddenly asked, his voice not loud, but it made the air tense.

Zhang Liang's brows furrowed sharply, his expression suddenly turning grave. Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this, and he blurted out, "Could it be Bai Yifei, the Blood-Clad Marquis of Han?!"

Zhang Liang himself found it absurd, but his Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded heavily—it was indeed this man. Bai Yifei, now in Han, was no longer merely someone who wielded immense power; he was a living pivot, holding the reins of the state and acting on behalf of the king. Rumors had long circulated that the surname of the Han royal family would likely be decided by him with his vermilion brush.

Lin Tian suddenly stood up, paced around the hall a couple of times, and then burst out laughing: "Good! How can we be negligent when a guest from afar has come to our door? We should certainly welcome our old friend with open arms."

"Brother Lin, be careful! If this man is secretly colluding with Lü Buwei, it could cause great trouble." Zhang Liang lowered his voice. "Lü Buwei knocked on the doors of three Qin army generals last night; this is no ordinary matter."

Just as I expected—that old fox acted as quickly as I anticipated. Unfortunately, power struggles never rank players based on the depth of their footprints.

Murder is just a matter of a single severing of the neck; playing mind games? Ha... a bunch of childish tricksters!

Lin Tian flung his sleeves and left the Imperial Preceptor's residence, heading straight for the Royal Palace. Gai Nie had just delivered a message: Ying Zheng had summoned him by name.

He knew perfectly well that they must be an envoy from the six kingdoms. He moved with lightning speed, not daring to delay for a moment, and rushed straight into the Xianyang Palace.

He had just stepped into the palace gates when the court officials were leaving. Upon seeing him, everyone bowed and kowtowed, respectfully addressing him as "Imperial Preceptor," but beneath their fear, their eyes clearly churned with calculation and probing.

Naturally, he also ran into Lü Buwei.

The other man, a broad smile on his face, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Is the Imperial Advisor well? Did His Majesty summon you so urgently?"

The old man grinned, his face glistening with oil, as if he had swallowed honey—Lin Tian felt a chill run down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

He stared at Lü Buwei, a slight smile playing on his lips, but a chill seeped into his bones: "Prime Minister, your face is so beaming with joy, could it be that you've struck gold?"

The man's smile was forced and his eyes were as sinister as a viper's hiss—Lin Tian felt a lump in his throat: How could someone have hypocrisy etched into their very bones?