Chapter 18 I'm not...
Chapter Eighteen I am not
Dugu Qiubai. Many people may not know this name, after all, so long ago that the era has faded, and naturally, not many will remember it. But no matter how much time has passed, or whether the memory has faded, there will always be those who remember.
Dugu Qiubai, who called himself the Sword Demon, roamed the martial world for over thirty years, slaying all his enemies and defeating all heroes. Later, he reached the realm where having no sword was better than having a sword; every blade of grass, every tree, every bamboo, and every stone could be used as a weapon, so he often carried a wooden sword when traveling the martial world.
At that time, Dugu Qiubai had no rivals left and could not find a worthy opponent. Later, his swordsmanship was still passed down. If I remember correctly, it was called the Dugu Nine Swords, which was passed down by the sword sect of the Huashan School.
"Are you a disciple of the Huashan Sect?" someone asked, forcing himself to stay upright.
“I’m not,” Ling Hao shook her head.
"Then you've been stealing the Huashan School's sword techniques..."
“I am Feng Qingyang’s disciple,” Ling Hao said again.
That person almost choked to death on their own saliva.
Ling Hao's gaze swept over everyone present, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Any more questions?"
Actually, before descending the mountain, his master hadn't allowed Ling Hao to reveal his name. Ling Hao summarized his master's words as follows: the Sword Sect had lost to the Qi Sect and even lost its disciples—it was truly shameful, and he didn't want to say it aloud.
But is Linghao the kind of obedient disciple? Of course not. She was doing well learning martial arts on the mountain, but her master kicked her off the mountain. Isn't she allowed to rebel a little? Anyway, there are only the two of them in the Sword Sect now. No matter how angry the old man master is, he won't do anything to her, so she's not afraid at all and is fearless.
Furthermore, considering the tragic life Linghu Chong endured in the original novel for keeping his promise to keep the secret, Ling Hao felt it was necessary to clarify her origins. She didn't want to be some kind of unfortunate soul whose swordsmanship was so exquisite and mysterious that no one had ever seen it, therefore she must have practiced the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique.
Just kidding! She's here to roam the world and show off, not to be mistreated. She's not going to listen to her old master. Most importantly, she never even agreed! Hahaha, even if her master gets angry later, there's nothing she can do about it, hehehe!
At the same time, Ling Hao also became certain of one thing: her martial arts skills were even higher than she had imagined. None of the people present could defeat her; even when they joined forces, they couldn't beat her, including Yu Canghai. From this, it could be inferred that her martial arts skills were at least among the second-rate masters in the martial arts world. Thinking of this, Ling Hao couldn't suppress a little excitement.
Haha, defeating Linghu Chong is a piece of cake, especially since he hasn't had any opportunities yet. Wait, why is she still targeting Linghu Chong? She could go straight for Yue Buqun now, since Yue Buqun probably couldn't beat her either.
Yue Buqun is in Fuzhou City. If she defeats him, she will have avenged the Sword Sect and fulfilled her master's request. Although her master's request was to reclaim everything their lineage had lost, Ling Hao felt that defeating Yue Buqun was almost enough.
If Master isn't satisfied, then we'll talk about it again. Ling Hao smiled, looking quite pleased with herself.
Feng Qingyang. Those present weren't inexperienced youths; how could they not remember Feng Qingyang? He was a member of the Sword Sect of the Huashan Sect back then. However, when the Sword Sect and Qi Sect fought to the death, he seemed to be traveling far away. By the time he returned, the Sword Sect of the Huashan Sect no longer existed; the matter was settled, and he seemed to have disappeared in anger.
They all believed that Feng Qingyang was dead, otherwise why would he have watched the Huashan Sect gradually decline without showing up? But now it seems that Feng Qingyang is not dead at all. He must have harbored resentment, so he simply doesn't care whether the Huashan Sect is declining or falling into ruin.
Not only that, Feng Qingyang also took on a disciple, a terrifyingly talented one. She's so young, yet she utterly defeated them—what else could she be but terrifying?
"Impossible!" Yu Canghai simply didn't believe it. "What Sword Sect disciple? That's utter nonsense! The Huashan Sect has run out of talent, how could any Sword Sect disciple possibly emerge? You are... Pfft—!"
"So noisy." Ling Hao kicked Yu Canghai away, only glancing at him lightly. She showed no disdain, no mockery, she simply didn't take him seriously.
This kind of disregard was the most infuriating thing for Yu Canghai. He was already injured, and now he was being treated so disrespectfully. He couldn't catch his breath and fainted from anger.
Everyone present could see that Yu Canghai had fainted from anger, and they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Although they themselves felt humiliated by being defeated by a junior, none of them were as petty as Yu Canghai, who would faint from anger himself. This guy is really petty.
Unbeknownst to Yu Canghai, who had fainted from anger, and to the Qingcheng Sect disciples who wanted to care for him, in the days that followed, whenever the Qingcheng Sect was mentioned—after all, the sect leader represented the entire sect—they would be seen as petty and narrow-minded. This incident further angered Yu Canghai, causing him to frequently faint from anger.
And because of this, his reputation for being narrow-minded and petty spread throughout the martial arts world. But that's a story for another time.
At this moment, Ling Hao met the gazes that seemed to be filled with curiosity, disgust, or fear. He took out a kasaya, waved it in front of everyone, and said coldly, "If you think what you have is not the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, you can come and compare it."
Lin Zhennan also emerged from the Fuwei Escort Agency and said, "My ancestors were indeed famous in the martial arts world for their Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, but their descendants were incompetent and could not master the manual, so they gradually declined. This cassock belongs to my ancestors, who left a will that no descendant of the Lin family should learn the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique. I swear on the Fuwei Escort Agency that what I have said today is not a lie."
This is a matter concerning the Fuwei Escort Agency. Their benefactor's help is already an immense favor, and he cannot hide away until it's all over.
Those with a discerning eye could tell that this cassock was indeed quite old. Furthermore, because they were always keeping an eye on the Fuwei Escort Agency and always had their eyes on the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, they actually knew Lin Yuantu's background. He had run away from the Shaolin Temple, so it was perfectly reasonable for the sword manual to be inscribed on his cassock.
"Why doesn't Lin Yuantu allow you to practice the sword manual?"
"Ahem." Lin Zhennan was a little embarrassed. "Actually, when my ancestor married his wife, she was already pregnant."
A note from the author:
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My little darlings, Happy Dragon Boat Festival! Did you eat zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)? [Sprinkling flowers]
P.S.: My head was throbbing so badly last night. I forced myself to finish updating the other VIP novel, then collapsed and passed out. Yes, I call any period without falling asleep a "coma." [Chin resting on hand]
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