With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

Two months have passed since I returned from Qinghe County.

It has been almost two years since Lin Ye became the lord of the Lin family. And it has been a year and a half since he broke through to the second-rate martial artist level.

Since Lin Qiang and Lin Tie successively entered the second tier, and the family nest nurtured second tier Dao soldiers, Lin Ye has been thinking about one thing day and night: to materialize the second tier nest.

He diligently practiced martial arts every day, never letting go of his spear. He tried various methods, even resorting to fire attacks, but the result remained the same. He couldn't even kill the four tree spirit guards, let alone the faster and scorching Flame Lion.

He had been in the position of lord for two years, and there was only one year left before the court summoned him to the battlefield in the north.

time does not wait.

He now consumes second-rate spiritual plants daily, and the resources are already in place. However, he has only recently broken through to the second-rate level, and his internal energy accumulation is only about halfway complete. He is still some distance away from becoming a first-rate individual.

On this day, Lin Ye sparred with a true disciple of the Qingyuan Sword Sect at the martial arts training ground in Linjiawu.

His spear flew through the air, his Shadow Chasing Spear Technique had reached perfection, the spear shadows were like rain, dense and impenetrable, almost covering the entire field.

The true disciple opposite him held a sword that gleamed with cold light. His figure was elusive and his sword moves were agile and unrestrained, perfectly demonstrating the essence of the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

The two exchanged blows, their spears and swords clashing, their energy surging, and for a time it was difficult to determine who was superior.

After dozens of rounds, the score remained evenly matched, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

Lin Ye put away his gun and stood there, letting out a long breath, with fine beads of sweat still clinging to his forehead.

He turned and walked towards the courtyard, where Liu Zhenghua was sitting peacefully at the stone table under the old locust tree, holding a teacup in his hand.

"Another year has passed, and I must return to the Sword Sect." Liu Zhenghua took a sip of tea. "Other elders will take over for me."

Lin Ye sat down opposite him, watching the tea leaves floating in the cup, and had already guessed seven or eight parts of the story.

According to the original agreement, Liu Zhenghua could have returned to the Qingyuan Sword Sect last year, but he was worried about the Lin family and insisted on staying for another year.

Today, the Lin family is no longer what it used to be.

There were as many as five second-rate martial artists, and third-rate martial artists were even more numerous.

Let alone ordinary forces, even top-tier martial artists would have to think twice before trying to gain an advantage.

"The sect leader sent a message," Liu Zhenghua put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Lin Ye, "that you be returning with me this time. The Sword Sect has commended you for your handling of the Wang family matter."

Lin Ye was slightly taken aback, a look of confusion on his face.

Liu Zhenghua looked at him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "I can roughly guess the details of the reward. However, due to the sect rules, I cannot reveal them to you before the official announcement."

Lin Ye's heart stirred.

The Wang family's affair not only protected him personally but also indirectly affected the safety of Beiyuan City, even involving the plans of the imperial court and the sword sect. The reward given by the sword sect will certainly not be simple.

Could it be related to a martial artist's level of cultivation?

He looked up at Liu Zhenghua and saw a mixture of encouragement and worry in the other's eyes.

A few days later, the handover of the Qingyuan Sword Sect was completed, and the new elders and true disciples officially moved into Linjiawu.

After Lin Ye finished packing, he set off with Liu Zhenghua for the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

After arriving at the Sword Sect, he continued to stay at Liu Zhenghua's house.

The brothers Liu Yingcheng and Liu Yingpeng remained as close to Lin Ye as ever. Both of them were already second-rate martial artists, practicing swordsmanship in the mountains every day, full of energy and spirit.

However, Liu Yingping harbored resentment towards Lin Ye ever since she heard that he had married a wife more than a year ago.

On both of her returns, she didn't give Lin Ye a pleasant look. Lin Ye wasn't annoyed, taking it as just the petty thoughts of a young girl and letting it go with a smile.

The next day, Lin Ye proposed to have a friendly match with the Liu Yingcheng brothers.

Thanks to the abundant supply of spiritual plants these days, his internal energy is abundant, and he has expanded his second-rate meridians by nearly half. His Shadow Chasing Spear Technique has also reached its peak, with spear shadows as dense as weaving, leaving no room for error.

Liu Yingcheng and Liu Yingpeng possessed superb swordsmanship and elegant movements, but ultimately, they were inferior to Lin Ye in terms of internal strength and power.

After several exchanges, Lin Ye won one after another thanks to his stronger explosive power and speed.

After all, in the Sword Sect, even as a true disciple, resources must be distributed equally. It's impossible for someone like Lin Ye to have enough spiritual plants every day and cultivation resources that are almost luxurious.

After the sparring session, Liu Yingcheng casually remarked with a smile, "Senior Brother's martial arts skills have probably already surpassed Senior Brother Wang Qing's."

Lin Ye immediately became interested and led the two to Lijian Peak to find Wang Qing.

On Lijian Peak, the scenery remains the same. The bamboo forest is deep and secluded, and the bamboo leaves rustle in the wind.

From afar, Lin Ye saw Wang Qing lying on a blue stone bench, holding a thick book in his hands, looking focused.

It's probably another book like "The Book of Monsters". He loves reading these kinds of miscellaneous books that record the habits and geographical distribution of monsters, and he spends his free time studying them.

Lin Ye's lips curled slightly. Without uttering a word, his figure suddenly shifted, and his spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, thrust forward with a powerful gust of wind. He unleashed his lightness skill, bamboo leaves fluttering beneath his feet, leaving almost no trace.

Wang Qing's ears twitched, sensing something was amiss. He immediately dropped his book, grabbed a long stick from the side, and leaped into the air.

The long staff drew an arc in the air and struck the side of the spear tip with a "snap," deflecting Lin Ye's thrust.

Landing firmly on his feet and recognizing the newcomer, Wang Qing grinned, his expression full of mockery: "Good lad, a defeated opponent dares to come back? This time I'll beat you so badly you'll have to face reality, hahaha!"

Before the laughter subsided, Lin Ye had already launched another attack.

This time, he didn't test the waters.

The Shadow Chasing Spear Technique is wide and sweeping, with layers of spear shadows pouring down like a torrential rain.

Wang Qing dared not be negligent, wielding his long staff with impenetrable skill, like a silver light curtain that completely protected his body.

The two collided, producing a series of dense, crisp "clinking" sounds.

However, Lin Ye's internal strength is no longer what it used to be.

With nearly half of the second-rate meridians filled, each impact struck the staff with the force of a heavy hammer.

Wang Qing felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his arm gradually became heavy. His originally agile staff technique began to become sluggish.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately realized that the difference in their internal strength was so great that it could not be ignored.

We can't afford to confront them head-on anymore!

Wang Qing's eyes changed. He feinted with his spear, then suddenly lowered his long staff, switching his attack to the lower body. The staff swept across like a sweeping shadow, specifically targeting Lin Ye's ankles and the backs of his knees.

This is his usual "Crushing Mountain Staff Technique," which is specifically designed to counter the attacks of skilled weapon users.

If it were a year ago, Lin Ye might have fallen victim to it.

But now, his Shadow-Chasing Spear Technique has already reached its peak, and he has sparred countless times with the true disciples of the Sword Sect, honing a wealth of practical combat experience.

Faced with the downward pressure of the staff, he remained calm and composed. With a flick of his spear tip, he moved his body to the side as lightly as a willow catkin, and the spear swung down smoothly, landing perfectly in the middle of the staff.

The two separated as soon as they touched. Lin Ye used the momentum to spin around, and with a flick of his wrist, he struck Wang Qing's wrist hard.

"Snapped!"

Wang Qing's wrists went numb and tingled, and he almost dropped the long stick.

He gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but then he saw Lin Ye's spear tip emerge like a nimble snake, precisely striking the base of his staff.

"laugh--"

The long stick was lifted high into the air, spun a few times, and then stuck diagonally into the soil in the distance.

Lin Ye won, Wang Qing lost.

Lin Ye stood holding his gun, exhaling a long breath of stale air, his chest rising and falling slightly, yet he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Two years.

Two years have passed since I transmigrated to this world and defeated Wang Qing.

More than two years ago, the original owner was defeated by Wang Qing in the True Disciple Competition of Qingyuan Sword Sect. He was depressed and eventually died with resentment.

His body was possessed by him. Although the misunderstanding was later cleared up and the two became friends, the shadow of that defeat always weighed on his heart like a thorn that would prick him from time to time.

A year ago, at the martial arts training ground in Xiang County, he challenged Wang Qing many times, but each time he failed.

At that time, he lacked internal strength and his marksmanship was incomplete, so he could only watch helplessly as Wang Qing's staff shadow enveloped him.

Today, his daily arduous training, mastery of the Shadow Chasing Spear Technique, and nourishment from the spiritual plants seized by the Wang family have made his internal energy overflow like a tide, and his meridians have expanded by nearly half.

More importantly, the combat experience he had honed through countless sparring sessions finally transformed into an overwhelming advantage at this moment.

The moment the spear tip deflected the long staff, the pent-up frustration that had been building up in Lin Ye's heart for two years finally dissipated completely.

He looked down at the spear in his hand, then looked up at the incredulous Wang Qing opposite him, and couldn't help but smile.

This feeling is fucking awesome!