After Lin Tian intimidated the Black Tiger Gang, he had a few days of peace.
The Black Tiger Gang never bothered him again.
But what was strange was that even after he killed Yang He and Liu Mei, the Yang family had no reaction and no intention of driving him away. They still allowed him to continue living in Mozhuyuan.
Could it be that they are afraid of his strength and therefore dare not attack him?
That is very likely.
Lin Tian hated trouble, and since the Yang family didn't take any action, he was too lazy to move.
In addition, after Ouyang Zhi took the elixir he gave him, he broke through to the third level of the Body Refining Realm in one fell swoop. He was probably too excited, so he practiced swords and sticks whenever he had free time every day.
He even got a set of body-building exercises from somewhere and started practicing them secretly.
Lin Tian didn't pay too much attention to it. Ouyang Zhi's aptitude was too poor. No matter how much he practiced, he wouldn't achieve anything great. At most, he could only strengthen his body!
Nangong Jian did what he said and drank three jars of Shilixiang wine every day without interruption. It was a unique experience to enjoy the wine in his spare time.
It was a nice day, and Lin Tian wanted to go out for a walk. He had been trying to find out more about the Lin family, but so far it had been in vain.
He planned to stay in Wanyue City for another ten days or half a month. If he still found nothing, he would have to find another way.
Perhaps it would be more effective to directly seek information from some powerful forces with a long history!
As Lin Tian just walked out of the door, he saw a young man in coarse cloth walking towards him with three jars of wine.
He glanced at it and his face darkened slightly.
Nangong Jian clearly said that he would deliver it personally, but he changed the person after just a few days?
However, he didn't take such a small matter to heart, and just asked casually: "Why didn't Nangong Jian come?"
The young man in coarse cloth was stunned for a moment. He didn't know Lin Tian, but seeing that he had an extraordinary demeanor, he said honestly: "The boss is injured and has difficulty moving."
"Injured?"
Lin Tian was a little surprised: "What happened? Who hit you?"
The young man in coarse cloth said, "The Black Tiger Gang beat him up. His legs are broken. I don't know if he can recover in the future."
As he spoke, a trace of worry appeared on the young man's face.
Lin Tian frowned and asked, "Why did the Black Tiger Gang attack him?"
"Because the boss doesn't want to pay protection money, but it seems like he has no choice but to pay. The Black Tiger Gang is too ruthless."
"When did this happen?"
"Three days ago."
Lin Tian looked in the direction of Shilixiang Restaurant.
Nangong Jian didn't come to see him, probably because he didn't promise anything.
If Nangong Jian had come to him for help after being beaten, he might not have cared much. But the boy remained silent and continued to send him wine every day, which made him feel like he owed him a favor.
The stronger a person is, the less willing he is to owe favors to others, because sometimes favors are difficult to repay!
Lin Tian walked along the street and soon arrived at Shilixiang Restaurant.
He took a quick look and discovered Nangong Jian.
Nangong Jian was in a study on the third floor. His legs were wrapped in blood-stained bandages. He sat decadently in a wheelchair, flipping through a yellowed book boredly.
The walls of the room were lined with bookshelves filled with all kinds of books. In a corner of the room, there was a purple sword hanging. It had a simple style and exuded a long-standing aura. It was obviously a very old antique.
"This is……"
Lin Tian raised his eyebrows, and long-lost memories were awakened, overlapping with the ancient sword!
"Purple Sky Sword!"
Lin Tian was overjoyed. He finally discovered an ancient artifact that was one hundred thousand years old - the sacred Zixiao Sword!
He moved his body as he thought, and the next second he appeared at the door of the study on the third floor.
"Ah, Senior Lin!"
Nangong Jian was startled when he saw Lin Tian suddenly appear. He instinctively wanted to stand up to greet him, but he forgot that both of his legs were broken. He felt a sharp pain and suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground.
Lin Tian waved his hand and a strong wind surged.
Nangong Jian immediately returned to his original position. He asked in surprise, "Senior Lin, why are you here? I'm not feeling well and can't get up. Please don't be offended."
"No problem!"
Lin Tian glanced at Nangong Jian lightly, his gaze lingering on his legs for a moment, then moved away, his eyes fixed on the ancient sword hanging on the wall.
The sacred weapon Zixiao, renowned throughout the world a hundred thousand years ago, had lost its edge, its blade now rusted and mottled, devoid of any trace of its sacred power, becoming nothing more than an ordinary antique.
Lin Tiandao: "Where did this Zixiao Sword come from?"
Nangong Jian was surprised and said, "This sword is indeed called Zixiao. It is an antique that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Nangong family. It has never been shown to anyone, nor has it been mentioned to outsiders. I wonder how you, senior, knew its name?"
"Is it the Nangong family inheritance? So you are really the descendant of Nangong Jue."
Lin Tian muttered to himself, with a look of nostalgia on his face.
Nangong Jian was a little confused when he heard this.
Is the Zixiao Sword a sacred weapon?
How is this possible!
And there is Nangong Jue. This is the second time he heard it. Who is that person?
The ancestor of the Nangong family?
Nangong Jian's heart suddenly shook.
If what Senior Lin said is true, doesn’t it mean that the ancestor of the Nangong family is an unparalleled powerful person who possesses a sacred weapon?
Such a person would definitely bring honor to the family, but why is it that the Nangong family has not passed down any words about Nangong Jue from generation to generation?
Nangong Jian excitedly asked, "Senior Lin! Are you familiar with our Nangong family? Can you tell us more about that... Nangong Jue?"
"Feel it for yourself!"
Lin Tian stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the Zixiao Sword fell into his hand.
As he gently stroked it, the rust fell off, revealing the sword's original appearance. Purple lines flickered, light flowed, and there was a faint flash of thunder.
At this moment, there was clearly no sound in the study, but Nangong Jian heard a deafening thunder. It seemed as if thousands of thunders were roaring in front of his eyes, as if to destroy the world!
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