From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

The seemingly ordinary longsword in Linghu Chong's hand suddenly came out of its sheath. The sword light was not particularly dazzling, but it was exceptionally agile.

As he fought against the Qingcheng Sect disciples, his sword tip would often strike their wrists or joints at the last possible moment, or gently deflect their sword attacks aimed at Meng Fei.

With a few soft "ding, ding" sounds, the two Qingcheng disciples who were attacking the most urgently felt a numbness in their wrists, and their longswords almost slipped from their hands. In shock, the two immediately took a step back.

Linghu Chong's swordsmanship seemed casual, even a bit unrestrained after drinking, but each strike perfectly disrupted the rhythm of the Qingcheng Sect's siege, while also helping Meng Fei deflect several fatal combined attacks.

Even as the fight raged, Linghu Chong kept talking: "Hey, this brother's swordsmanship is incredibly fierce! ...Hey, attacking from behind isn't very honorable! ...Pine Breeze Swordplay? Too much fire, need to cool down!"

With this powerful ally, Meng Fei's pressure was greatly reduced, and he was able to unleash the full power of his Thirteen Deadly Swords.

Although the two did not exchange words, they seemed to have a tacit understanding. One sword light was sharp and ruthless, while the other was agile and skillful, which actually suppressed the attack of more than ten Qingcheng disciples.

Seeing that this Huashan Sect youth, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, possessed such exquisite swordsmanship that he had disrupted the battle, Yu Canghai was furious. He shouted angrily, "Linghu Chong! Does your Huashan Sect intend to become enemies with my Qingcheng Sect?"

Linghu Chong deflected a sword strike aimed at Meng Fei, took a sip of wine, and laughed, "How could I dare to be an enemy of Abbot Yu? It's merely my duty to help those in need. Besides, your demeanor is not what one would expect from a leader of a reputable sect!"

"snort!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Canghai snorted coldly, his eyes flashing like ice spikes as he pierced Linghu Chong: "Linghu brat, do you really think I, Yu Canghai, am afraid of your Huashan Sect? If you don't stop, don't blame me for disregarding Sect Leader Yue's feelings and dealing with you as well!"

Linghu Chong drew an arc with his longsword, skillfully diverting the attack of a Qingcheng Sect disciple. He then turned to Yu Canghai with a playful smile and said, "Master Yu, you flatter me. My master did instruct me to come to the Fuzhou area on business before I left. Judging by the time, I should be arriving soon. Why don't you wait a moment and have a little 'spar' with him yourself?"

Upon hearing that Yue Buqun would arrive in a moment, Yu Canghai's expression changed slightly.

He had previously suffered a setback due to carelessness at Meng Feijian's hands, and his internal energy had not yet fully recovered. If he were to face Yue Buqun, who was famous for his Zixia Divine Skill, he would certainly not be able to win and might even suffer a great loss.

He then quickly glanced at his disciples, then at Lin Zhennan, who was lying on the ground, heavily injured but still staring at him, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

In an instant, Yu Canghai had made up his mind.

"Excellent! Well done, Huashan Sect!"

"I have other important matters to attend to today, so I will leave this matter here for now. If we meet again someday, I will certainly visit Mount Hua in person to 'learn from' Master Yue!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Canghai suddenly sprang up and pounced on the Lin Zhennan couple on the ground, intending to seize this most important "bargaining chip" before retreating!

"Don't even think about it!"

Meng Fei, who had been on high alert, shouted sharply upon seeing this. His sword moved with him, and with a move called "Meteor Chasing the Moon," he struck first despite being behind, his sharp blade piercing Yu Canghai's wrist, forcing him to withdraw and defend.

Seeing that his attempt had failed, Yu Canghai's face contorted with rage, and the resentment in his eyes almost materialized.

"Boy, you'd better pray you don't fall into my hands, or I'll make you suffer every kind of torture imaginable, leaving you to face both life and death."

Seeing that Meng Fei and Linghu Chong were locked in a close sword fight and it would be difficult for them to succeed, and that Yue Buqun could appear at any moment, Yu Canghai's killing intent suddenly arose.

He feinted to lure Meng Fei away, and then, taking advantage of the moment when the two disciples were desperately entangled with Meng Fei's sword light, he lowered his body and silently struck Lin Zhennan's back, a vital spot where Lin Zhennan was struggling to hold on.

"puff--"

Lin Zhennan's body shuddered violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Madam Lin, whose acupoints were sealed, could not speak, but her eyes were bloodshot and tears streamed down her face.

"Walk!"

Yu Canghai had no intention of lingering in the fight. As soon as he got his hands on the object, he let out a shout and rushed towards the back window of the dilapidated temple.

Upon hearing the order, the other Qingcheng disciples launched a fierce attack, forcing their opponents back, and then disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the Qingcheng Sect members flee, Meng Fei knew that it was best not to pursue a desperate enemy; saving lives was the priority.

So he hurriedly went to Lin Zhennan's side and bent down to examine him.

Lin Zhennan's face was ashen, his breath faint, his chest was soaked in blood, and a deep purplish-black palm print was deeply dented on his back, the fatal blow of the Heart-Shattering Palm.

At this moment, his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, and death was imminent.

"Chief镖头!" Meng Fei whispered.

As if hearing Meng Fei's voice, Lin Zhennan's unfocused pupils instantly focused, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

His withered hand suddenly gripped Meng Fei's arm like an iron clamp.

"Young Master Meng... I, Lin, am dying... Please, you must tell... Pingzhi..."

Blood kept spilling from the corner of Lin Zhennan's mouth. Every word seemed to be burning with his last breath. His eyes were fixed on Meng Fei, filled with resentment and pleading.

"Tell him... the old house in Xiangyang Lane... contains relics... it's of great importance... no."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhennan's grip on Meng Fei's arm suddenly gave way, and the light in his eyes went out completely.

"Zhennan—!!"

After her acupoints were released, Madam Lin let out a mournful cry. Her whole body trembled, and as her gaze swept over her husband's unseeing face, a sense of despair suddenly rose in her heart.

Before Meng Fei and Linghu Chong could react, Madam Lin suddenly drew a short sword from her sleeve and plunged it into her heart without hesitation.

Blood splattered, instantly staining her clothes red and taking away her last breath.

Looking at the Lin couple who had both died in an instant, Meng Fei remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a heavy sigh.

"Chief镖师 Lin, Madam Lin, rest in peace. As for the unfinished business, I, Meng... will do my best to complete it."

After speaking, Meng Fei slowly stood up, turned to Linghu Chong, and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "In this perilous situation, I am deeply grateful for Brother Linghu's righteous intervention. I wonder where Sect Leader Yue is so that I may go and express my gratitude!"

At this moment, Linghu Chong's carefree and unrestrained demeanor also disappeared. He shook his head and said, "I was just trying to help someone in need. Brother Meng, there's no need to be so polite. As for my master... I was just deceiving Yu Canghai. My master has already gone to Hengshan Sect to attend Uncle Liu's Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei showed a hint of surprise, but then he understood, thinking that Liu Zhengfeng's retirement was not far off.

After arranging the remains of Lin Zhennan and his wife, the two quickly left the dilapidated temple and headed back towards the Fuwei Escort Agency.

They had only gone halfway when they saw a figure stumbling towards them from ahead. It was Lin Pingzhi, who had been searching for Meng Fei in vain.

"Brother Meng! My parents..."

When Lin Pingzhi saw Meng Fei, he grasped at a straw, but then he noticed the solemn expressions on Meng Fei's and Linghu Chong's faces, as well as the bloodstains on their bodies, and an ominous premonition instantly arose.

Meng Fei stopped and looked at the pale-faced boy who had suddenly lost all his support. Although he felt a pang of pity, he could not hide it.

He then slowly recounted everything that happened in the dilapidated temple, including Yu Canghai's sneak attack, Lin Zhennan's dying words, and Madam Lin's final suicide.

"No...it can't be! Father! Mother—!"

Upon hearing Meng's words, Lin Pingzhi felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

After a long while, with Meng Fei's persuasion, he finally managed to stand up. Only when he heard "the old house in Xiangyang Lane... relics" did his eyes suddenly light up.

"Brother Meng...my father, did he really...say that?"

Lin Pingzhi's voice was hoarse as he looked at Meng Fei with his last glimmer of hope.

"Yes, Chief Escort Lin gave these instructions on his deathbed, and Brother Linghu was also present to testify to this."

Meng Fei answered affirmatively. Although he had already obtained the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual from the Lin family's old residence, he did not reveal it.

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong nodded slightly, confirming that what Meng Fei said was true.