My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

The first requirement is that the martial artist's cultivation level reaches level nine.

The second requirement is that combat strength must be among the top in the nine levels.

Looking at the entire ancient martial arts world, a level nine martial artist is considered a super master, not to mention that their combat strength is among the top of the level nine. However, in the Lin family, a martial artist of this level has only just reached the standard line for settling in the northern region.

This gives us a glimpse into the kind of people who live in the northern region. It is no exaggeration to say that if the martial arts strength of the Lin Family Manor's northern region were made public, it would shock the entire ancient martial arts world.

There is only one road leading from the central area to the northern area, and there are six checkpoints along this road. The people guarding the six checkpoints are all level 10 martial artists.

As soon as Lin Mo arrived at the edge of the central area, he was stopped by a level 10 martial artist who was responsible for guarding the first checkpoint.

This martial artist's age was hard to guess; he looked quite young, yet he exuded an aura of decay. His appearance was unremarkable, completely lacking any distinctive features.

"Young Master, please stop."

The martial artist smiled apologetically and then introduced himself, "I am Lin An, the ninth servant of the Lin family's offering hall."

Lin Mo smiled politely, "Hello, senior. May I go in and look for Lin Geng?"

Lin An shook his head almost imperceptibly and explained, "Young Master may not have been back in the family for long and may not be familiar with some of the Lin family's rules. To enter the Northern Region, one needs to hold the family head's token and become the regional head of the Lin family. Currently, the Second Miss is in charge of the Northern Region. In other words, apart from the family head and the Second Miss, anyone else who wants to enter the Northern Region must hold the family head's token."

"otherwise……"

He stopped there and didn't continue.

Lin Mo nodded understandingly. "Understood, senior. I won't go in. Could you please ask Lin Geng to come out and see me?"

"Of course it's okay."

Lin An smiled and nodded, then slowly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

This scene left Lin Mo with a very strange expression.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a bit out of place when he saw these ancient martial arts masters using modern technology.

"Lin Geng, come out here for a moment. The young master is looking for you. He's at checkpoint number one. Hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, Lin An apologized again, "Young Master, it's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you. The rules for entering the Northern Region are set by the family head, and I wouldn't dare to break them."

Lin Mo waved his hand dismissively, "Senior, you don't need to take it to heart. There's no order without rules, I understand."

Lin An nodded slightly.

The next second, Lin Mo looked at Lin An with curiosity and asked, "Senior, how old are you this year?"

Just now, Lin An referred to himself as an old man, but he clearly looked to be only in his twenties or thirties...

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Lin An was taken aback, then smiled.

"Why does the young master ask this?"

Lin Mo didn't hide anything and voiced his doubts, "I just heard you refer to yourself as an old man, but you seem very young. I'm curious, so I asked this question."

"Of course, if it's inconvenient for you to answer, you don't have to."

"It's not really a matter of convenience or inconvenience."

Lin An lightly flicked his sleeves. Although it was winter, he was only wearing a thin long robe, which made him look somewhat out of place with his surroundings.

He sighed softly, "Young Master, please allow me to think. It's been many years since anyone asked me my age."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Be nice!

Judging from what he said, the person in front of me must be quite old.

After pondering for seven or eight seconds, Lin An slowly raised his head, his tone tinged with uncertainty, "Young Master, I should be around a hundred and some years old this year, but I really can't quite remember exactly how old I am."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Lin An looked to be only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but he claimed to be over a hundred years old?

This……

Lin An noticed Lin Mo's surprise and explained, "Young Master, do you feel that I don't look like someone over a hundred years old?"

Lin Mo nodded repeatedly.

Lin An sighed, "It's just a glamorous facade. In reality, my vitality has already declined for quite some time. Of course, the reason I look so young is still due to the cultivation techniques I've practiced."

Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully. "No wonder."

Lin An smiled slightly, "Young Master, this is the best time of your life. I heard from the Second Miss that although you are young, you have already come a long way in the path of martial arts. I wonder if that's true or not?"

"It's hard to say whether it's true or false, but I can say that I've achieved some success."

Lin Mo's answer was already quite modest, but he still felt that there was some exaggeration in what he said.

Lin An became interested. "Oh? Young Master, Lin Geng's residence isn't close to here. It'll probably take him a while to get here. How about we have a spar?"

Lin Mo's face fell immediately. "Senior, I take back what I just said. I'm not just a little accomplished; I've only just stepped into the threshold of martial arts."

"Hahaha……"

Seeing that Lin Mo was having second thoughts, Lin An gave him no chance to back out, saying, "Young Master, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

As he spoke, he transformed two fingers into a sword, and with a gentle flick of the wrist, a perfect circle appeared on the ground.

"Young Master, please feel free to make your move. If you can force me out of this circle, it will prove that you have indeed achieved some success."

Lin Mo blinked. "Senior, may I refuse?"

Lin An shook his head. "That won't do. I've already answered the young master's question. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Lin Mo sighed helplessly, "Alright then, be careful, senior."

The moment he finished speaking, his aura underwent a dramatic transformation. His affable demeanor vanished instantly, and he became like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, his presence intimidating.

Seeing Lin Mo's imposing presence, Lin An's eyes lit up. He put one hand behind his back and extended his left hand slightly in front of him, saying, "Young Master, you can begin at any time once you are ready."

"Senior, please forgive me."

Lin Mo moved, closing the distance between the two with ghostly speed.

Such speed surprised Lin An. He had heard from the Second Miss that the young master had become Duan Ya's disciple, and now that he saw it, he had indeed received Duan Ya's true teachings!

In less than half a breath, Lin Mo arrived in front of Lin An and threw a powerful punch.

Lin An met the attack with his left palm, which appeared to be moving very slowly.

One heavy, one light; one fast, one slow.

Lin Mo's fist and Lin An's palm presented two completely opposite extremes.

"Bam—"

An invisible energy emanated from the center of the fist-palm collision, blowing away the snow within a radius of several meters around the two men.

Lin Mo took a step back and stood in a circle.

This behavior surprised Lin An. "Why did you stop?"

Lin Mo pointed to the ground, "Senior, the circle you drew is gone. Does that mean I won?"

Lin An looked down and then burst into laughter, "Young Master really has a unique approach. I admit defeat, but Young Master's strength far exceeds my expectations. The power of that punch just now was almost at the level of a ninth-level body cultivator."

"Young Master is not even twenty years old yet, is he?"

"To be precise, I will be nineteen years old after the New Year in a few days."

Upon hearing Lin Mo's answer, Lin An's breath hitched, and he murmured, "A nineteen-year-old level nine body cultivator... truly a prodigy!"

Lin Mo smiled modestly at Lin An's praise, "Senior is too kind. I'm just an empty shell, all I have is my realm of understanding, but no real combat experience."

Lin An smiled and shook his head, "Young Master, don't be too modest. You are Senior Duan's disciple. He is known as the number one swordsman. It is impossible for his disciple to have no combat experience."

As he spoke, he sighed, "It's a pity. Senior Duan was so brilliant back then. I witnessed his entire rise to power. It was like he was cheating. Although White Sword God has caught up with Senior Duan in recent years, he hasn't surpassed him yet. At most, they are evenly matched."

"If Senior Duan were to reappear in the martial arts world, it would be uncertain who would claim the top spot on the Red List..."

As he was speaking, Lin An fell silent. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled apologetically at Lin Mo, "Young Master, please forgive me. As people get older, they can't help but reminisce about the past and tend to be long-winded."

Lin Mo smiled politely, "Senior, there's no need to apologize. It's only natural."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Lin Geng walking quickly toward him from not far away.

Upon seeing Lin Geng's appearance, Lin An's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, so fast that even Lin Mo couldn't see it clearly.

Lin Mo clicked his tongue in amazement.

Are all the martial artists I meet this strong?

He had used ninety percent of his strength in that punch, but it felt like mud or the ocean when it hit Lin An's palm.

He was certain that Lin An was a level 10 martial artist, and even among level 10 martial artists, he belonged to the top small group.

"Young Master, you were looking for me?"

After Lin Geng walked up to Lin Mo, he bowed respectfully.

Lin Mo didn't like Lin Geng's behavior, so he put his arm around Lin Geng's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Just how strong is Senior Lin An?"

Upon hearing this question, Lin Geng looked surprised. "Why is the young master asking this?"

Lin Mo smiled without saying a word.

After thinking it over carefully, Lin Geng said, "Senior Lin An's strength ranks among the top fifteen in the entire Lin family."

"What?"

Lin Mo's eyes widened. "Only then can you be ranked in the top fifteen?"

Before Lin Geng answered, he thought Lin An's strength was definitely among the top five, or even the top three, in the Lin family.

After exchanging blows, he could clearly feel Lin An's strength.

With Lin An's strength, if he were to get serious, I definitely wouldn't last more than ten moves against him.

With this kind of strength, he could only rank in the top fifteen in the Lin family?

To be honest, it really scared Lin Mo!

Lin Geng nodded affirmatively, "Senior Lin An is the ninth honoree of the Lin family. The Lin family has a total of ten honorees and three adjudicators. The strength of these seniors can only be described as unfathomable. Of course, the most terrifying are the adjudicators."