Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 116: The Silence of the Swordsman
Ever since the Nirvana Monument was tested that day, the once bustling Vientiane City was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, and the several super dynasties that had been fighting fiercely began to settle down.

Sword Saint, when this name appears, there will be a pressure on the heart, not to mention the real person coming in person. Who dares to mess around in Wanxiang City? If by any chance, if you provoke the Sword Saint, maybe everyone in the city will be buried with him!
The God of Killing was created from piles of corpses by the genius groups of dynasty after dynasty.

This scene frightened Song Tai, a strong man from a super sect. He was worthy of being the infamous sword saint. Such deterrent power was more effective than the rules of their super sect and saved them a lot of trouble.

But something that happened afterwards made Song Tai feel complicated.

A few days after the Nirvana Monument was tested, an auction was held in Wanxiang City. Then, the final item, a heavenly-grade spiritual treasure, was actually bought by the little fellow named Lin Dong at the reserve price.

On the day of the Nirvana Monument test, everyone saw Lin Dong standing behind the Sword Master, so when he started to bid, no one dared to compete with him, forcing Song Tai to comfort himself by saying that it was just a trade-off for the Nirvana Monument.

A few days later, when the morning sun pierced through the clouds and shone on Vientiane City, the atmosphere of the entire Vientiane City, which had been suppressed for several days, finally became hot again.

Because today is the day when the Hundred Dynasties War truly begins. Those geniuses who came from other dynasties have experienced countless battles and fights in this ancient battlefield and have practiced hard here for a whole year. Isn't their goal to achieve good results here and thus be admitted into a super sect?

After watching the ray of morning light tear through the darkness and light up the earth, Lin Xuan retracted his gaze. Then, he took Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan and walked towards the central area outside Wanxiang City.

As the core area was opened, the Hundred Dynasties War entered the final stage of fighting. Almost every moment, there were people fighting. The winner lived and the loser died. In the Hundred Dynasties War, there was only victory and defeat, not life and death. However, while deciding the victory and defeat, life and death were often also decided.

However, these have nothing to do with Lin Xuan. When Lin Dong and others entered the core area to fight, Lin Xuan had already taken Fu Zhu and Zhu Yan and walked towards the central Baichao Mountain.

Compared to the contestants who were fighting fiercely around him, Lin Xuan did not seem to be here to participate in the Hundred Dynasties War. Instead, he looked more like he was taking a stroll in his own back garden. The calmness and leisureliness of strolling in the garden were incompatible with this bloody killing field, yet inexplicably harmonious.

No one attacked Lin Xuan, and no one dared to attack Lin Xuan. In fact, every time Lin Xuan passed by, all fighting would stop immediately. The original killing and chaos disappeared in an instant, and the warring parties would also leave.

In this dark red space filled with blood and tyranny, the figure in white clothes and the fluttering silver hair were like a warm sun, dispelling the chaos and killing in this world.

……

"Boom!"

A few days later, an ancient and melodious bell sound spread from Baichao Mountain to the surroundings, echoing throughout the entire core area and lasting for a long time!

After hearing the sound of the bell, all the contestants' faces changed instantly, and they looked up towards the top of Baichao Mountain.

The originally misty top of Baichao Mountain was now dispersing in all directions, and a bright sun was rising on the top of Baichao Mountain. Then, a grand and majestic voice was echoing over the core area.

"The Hundred Chaos Mountain opens, and those who hold the Heaven-level Nirvana Seal can go up the mountain!"

After this voice fell, the competition and fighting in the entire core area became more brutal. At the same time, many powerful people who had obtained the Heavenly Nirvana Seal rushed to Baichao Mountain.

Baichao Mountain is extremely steep, with cliffs like blades piercing the sky. There are no other roads around it. If you want to reach the top of the mountain, you have to fly up in one breath.

On the top of the mountain is an entire flat and smooth bluestone square. When the sunlight shines on it, even the ground reflects some dazzling light, making the space blurred.

In the air in the square, countless rays of light intertwined to form a table of light and chairs of light. On those light chairs, there were figures with extremely powerful auras sitting upright. An invisible pressure enveloped the world.

When Lin Dong arrived at the top of the mountain, he saw at first sight the figure of the enlightened old man sitting on the far right of the eight seats in the front row. However, before Lin Dong began to look at the others, he heard Xiao Diao's voice transmission in his ears.

“Lin Dong, pay attention to the old man in the middle. His strength is very likely to be at the Death Profound Realm!”

After hearing what Xiao Diao said, Lin Dong subconsciously turned his gaze to the middle of the eight seats in the front row, the fourth seat to be precise, but Lin Dong could see that the seats of the beautiful woman at the fifth seat and the other six people were obviously slightly further back, as if that person was sitting alone, and the other seven were sitting side by side.

Sitting on the fourth seat was an old man with a haggard face. He had black and white hair scattered behind him. The eyebrows above his eyes were strangely one black and one white. He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe with the black and white Yuanmen logo on his chest.

Unlike the others who were sitting upright, the old man sat casually on the seat with his eyes slightly closed, but the space around him seemed to be distorted.

"This is going to be a disaster. That guy's strength is not something that he can resist. Lin Dong, get some help as soon as possible. If the Dao Sect experts don't come, that guy will probably be killed on the spot by the Yuan Sect!"

Yan's voice suddenly rang in Lin Dong's mind, startling him slightly and making him even more worried. Lin Ke'er, who had already joined the group, saw that Lin Dong seemed a little nervous, so she reached out and gently held Lin Dong's hand, whispering.

"what happened?"

Lin Dong shook his head slightly upon hearing this, but his expression was still a little heavy, and he quickly questioned Yan in his heart.

"Yan, do you know how powerful that old man is?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be no worse than that stinky rat at his peak, the peak of the Profound Death Realm!"

After receiving Yan's answer, Lin Dong felt as if his breath was held in a suffocated state. The palm of his hand held by Lin Ke'er exerted force unconsciously, and his palm turned white.

"Lin Dong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but the young patriarch might be in danger. I hope he won't go..."

Lin Dong said in a low voice with a serious expression, but before he could finish his words, he saw the old man sitting in the middle suddenly opened his eyes and said in a thunderous voice.

"What a great aptitude! Really a rare talent!" The sudden voice alarmed hundreds of contestants on the top of Baichao Mountain. All of them subconsciously looked in the direction the old man was looking.

At the edge of the square on the top of the mountain, a figure in white clothes landed on the square and was walking slowly. The noisy wind on the top of the mountain blew up the waist-length silver hair, which shone with a stunning and dazzling light under the sun. Behind him, a four-horned deer carrying a little monkey was following closely.

"Juggernaut!"

Looking at that peerless figure, many people couldn't help but murmur, and their eyes looking at that figure were filled with a bit of awe.

Behind the old man Wu Dao, there was a pretty girl in green, who leaned her head over and looked at the stunningly beautiful figure, with a hint of amazement in her eyes.

The girl thought she was a great beauty. Her sister was equally stunningly beautiful. And there was that cold woman whom she hated. Although she didn't like her, she had to admit that that woman was also absolutely a peerless beauty.

However, when she saw the figure in white clothes with fluttering silver hair, the girl still felt her heartbeat slow down for a beat. It was a kind of beauty that was truly stunning. Even she was a woman who was extremely confident in her appearance, when she saw that figure, she couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there was such an absolutely gorgeous and stunning beauty in the world.

The snow is elegant, pure, and dust-free; the plum is proud, persistent, and unwavering; the bamboo is vigorous, humble, and tenacious...

It seems that all the beauty in the world can be found in him, as if he is the embodiment of beauty in the world.

Such a man actually has a beauty that makes all women in the world feel ashamed of themselves!

The green-clothed girl's eyes flickered. After suppressing the strange feeling of amazement in her heart, a trace of worry surged in her heart again. She always felt that this time, Yuanmen would not give up easily, otherwise, it would be impossible for them to send out the Yuanmen's grand elder again at this time.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man in white raised his eyes slightly, but he only raised his eyes slightly and responded softly.

"Lin Xuan is just an average person, he doesn't deserve such praise!"

Facing Lin Xuan's reaction, the old man's eyebrows, one black and one white, frowned at the same time, and the smile on his face faded a little, but he still spoke politely.

"Okay, you are arrogant, I like it. I wonder if you are interested in joining my Yuan Sect? The three great masters of my Yuan Sect like you very much. They are even willing to teach you at the same time. Your status is even higher than the three little kings of my Yuan Sect."

"hiss!"

After hearing the old man's conditions, countless contestants below couldn't help but gasp. The three great masters of Yuan Sect accepting disciples at the same time, this kind of treatment is unprecedented.

They are the three great masters of Yuan Sect. Each of them is a great master of the Wheel-Turning Realm who is famous in the Eastern Profound Region. With one stomp of their feet, the entire Eastern Profound Region will tremble three times.

If one could be accepted as a disciple by the three great sect leaders at the same time, it could be said that he could walk around the entire Dongxuan Region with impunity. Except for the sect leaders of the eight super sects, everyone else would have to be courteous to him.

Not to mention, his status is above the three little kings of Yuanmen.

The Three Little Kings of Yuan Sect have been the direct disciples of the three great masters of Yuan Sect since the founding of Yuan Sect. Their status is equivalent to that of the eldest senior brothers and sisters of other sects.

His status is even higher than that of the three little kings, and is almost as good as the young master of Yuan Sect. Such conditions can no longer be described as generous, they are absolutely unprecedented.

However, when I thought that the man was a sword master, everything made sense.

That's the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint! In this world, there are only conditions that are not worthy of the Sword Saint, and there are no conditions that the Sword Saint is not worthy of! With such qualifications, even if the Sword Saint is directly appointed as the successor and directly inherits the position of the headmaster in the future, it can be accepted.

Lin Dong and Xiao Diao, who were standing in the crowd, were also shocked by such conditions. But then, a worry surged in Lin Dong's heart. The higher the price offered by Yuanmen, the more determined they were to get Lin Xuan. If they failed to get him, then their thunderous means would certainly be even more cruel and ruthless.

It is very likely that the Yuan Clan is colluding with the alien demons. Given the temperament of the young patriarch, it is absolutely impossible for him to pretend to be friendly and then find a way to get away. In other words, today is really dangerous!

Lin Xuan didn't take the gazes from all around him to heart at all. He stared directly at the old man from Yuanmen in mid-air. Lin Xuan had his right hand behind his back and his left hand tightly grasped the sword. His tone was like a deep pool, calm but with a hint of deep coldness, but the small voice echoed throughout the entire square.

"Although Lin Xuan is a swordsman and not good at speaking, he knows that he cannot associate with those who are greedy and mean."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire square became stagnant, and everyone looked at Lin Xuan with strange eyes.

Is the Sword Saint rejecting Yuan Men's invitation? This is not only a rejection, but also a direct scolding of Yuan Men, right?
After hearing Lin Xuan's response, Wu Dao's face showed a complicated expression. He really admired Lin Xuan's temper, but with this sentence, wouldn't it offend Yuan Sect? If he wanted to help at that time, it would be very troublesome.

Bo Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, frowned slightly with a smile on his face after hearing Lin Xuan's response. He knew Lin Xuan's temper quite well.

This guy, it's true that he's not good at speaking, he has never liked to talk much. And there must be some special reason that allowed him to speak, but Bo Xuan couldn't notice anything wrong for a moment.

Chen Kui, who was following behind him, looked at Lin Xuan with an expression of great admiration. He dared to curse the other sect in person, and cursed a force like Yuan Sect at that, in front of a powerful man at the peak of the Death Profound Realm. It must be said that this demeanor was enough to impress people.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old man from Yuanmen, who was about to be pointed at on the nose, laughed angrily when he heard what was said. After saying three good words repeatedly, he stared at Lin Xuan with a grim face.

The old man never expected that this guy had such a bad temper. Their Yuan Sect had been so sincere, but this guy was not only rude, but also cursed on the spot. He was simply a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard.

"What a bad talker, but I feel that the Sword Saint is not bad at talking, but rather has a very sharp tongue!"

(End of this chapter)