Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Lin Ji twisted his foot and leaped into the air, grabbing the cassock in his hand.

Lin Ji saw all the writing on the inside of the cassock.

The concept of "Tianyan" refers to the exploration of the changes in heaven and earth and the exhaustion of the principles of all laws.

Lin Jiwu's bones trembled.

A figure flashed past.

Lin Ji reappeared on the hilltop.

between heaven and earth.

Mountains, rivers, plants, birds, and beasts all breathe and exhale.

Tiny bubbles of flavor emanate from between the cells of the plants.

Hot air continuously billowed from the mouths and nostrils of the beasts.

Hot magma erupted from the ground, and the white gas that scorched the ground suddenly ignited.

Raindrops fall from the clouds, and water vapor rises from the water and the sea.

The whole world is constantly breathing in and out.

On the hilltop.

Lin Ji took a deep breath.

It seemed to resonate with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth have constant principles, which give rise to all things; this is called the evolution of heaven.

The concept of "Tianyan" refers to the exploration of the changes in heaven and earth and the exhaustion of the principles of all laws.

These two sentences were as if they were engraved in his mind. In that instant, Lin Ji felt as if he were the world itself.

Lin Ji suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

The moment Jing Xiu saw Lin Ji's eyes, the sword that was hovering in mid-air suddenly stopped, unable to advance any further.

A chilling coldness crept up his spine like a bone-deep infection.

A buzzing sound suddenly filled his mind, and a thought arose in his mind: he couldn't even last a single round against the person in front of him.

Gu Yanqiu stood in front of Lin Ji, her heroic spirit and coldness intertwined in her eyes. She didn't know what was wrong with Lin Ji, but she still resolutely stood in front of him.

Just as Gu Yanqiu was preparing to parry Jing Xiu's attacking sword, Jing Xiu suddenly stopped moving, and she felt Lin Ji disappear behind her.

Do not!

It didn't disappear!

Gu Yanqiu suddenly sensed a change; Lin Ji behind him seemed like a blade of grass or a speck of dust in this mountain landscape.

A warm, gentle hand rested on Gu Yanqiu's shoulder, and with a slight lift, pushed Gu Yanqiu aside. Lin Ji then stepped forward to stand in front of Gu Yanqiu.

Gu Yanqiu blinked. Even though Lin Ji was right in front of her, she still felt that Lin Ji did not exist.

"Leave the rest to me."

Lin Ji strolled forward leisurely, raising his hand to strike Jing Xiu's forehead.

Jing Xiu's expression changed drastically. He raised his ancient sword and with a tremor of the blade, he blocked Lin Ji's attacking palm.

Lin Ji paused slightly in mid-air, his fingertips lightly touching the side of the ancient sword. The sword suddenly turned, its blade slashing straight towards Jing Xiu's throat.

Tai Chi coiling energy.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ji actually incorporated the essence of Tai Chi into every movement of his body.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced his throat!

The sword's edge severed Jing Xiu's throat bone.

Jing Xiu's eyes were filled with disbelief. Ignoring the blood gushing from his throat, he uttered in a hoarse voice, "My thirty years of searching for the Heavenly Evolution Note have not been in vain! Good! Good indeed..."

He said "good" twice.

Jingxiu suddenly dropped his head and fell to the ground.

Ghost Orphan's eyes were filled with blood and pus, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down his cheeks onto the ground. His face was turned forward, "looking" at Lin Ji.

"I've committed countless evils my whole life, and yet I've spent the last thirty years of my life as a monk. How laughable!"

Gui Guzi let out a bitter laugh, and his tears of blood flowed even more profusely.

"The Tianyan Zhu, which I have been searching for for thirty years, is actually right beside me. This is fate. It truly fulfills the legend about the Tianyan Zhu: those who are destined to obtain it will find it."

"Hahaha--"

Gui Guzi laughed loudly, then his voice abruptly stopped.

This expert, who was at the mid-stage of internal energy cultivation, actually died just like that.

"Instructor Gu."

Lin Ji let out a soft exclamation.

The time for Qianlongyuan finally came when Guiguzi breathed his last.

An unprecedented feeling of exhaustion instantly surged through Lin Ji's body, causing him to completely break free from that state of being in sync with the world. He took a step forward, and that feeling of being alive returned to him.

In Gu Yanqiu's eyes, Lin Ji had returned. Hearing Lin Ji's call, she quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"don't want."

Lin Ji spoke up to stop him.

"There are still many Japanese spies down the mountain. They are shocked that I killed a half-step Transcendent Realm expert. If you help me, they will definitely notice."

"Put away the ancient sword on the ground and see if there's anything else you've found on these two old men."

Gu Yanqiu paused her outstretched hand, turned around and picked up the ancient sword from the ground.

The ancient sword is very heavy, two to three times heavier than the best-selling hundred-refined steel sword on the market.

A slight chill permeated the blade, creeping up Gu Yanqiu's arm like a bone-deep infection.

This sword is no ordinary weapon!

Lin Ji slowly picked up the cassock from the ground, folded it into a square, and put it in his pocket.

He picked up the staff again, weighed it in his hand, and clicked his tongue: "Difficult to use! Still difficult to use."

but.

Lin Ji did not abandon it; the material of the staff seemed to perfectly match the design blueprint of the large spear he had obtained.

"Uncle Lin, we've found a letter."

Gu Yanqiu took out an envelope with a vermilion seal from Jing Xiu's bosom.

The envelope read:

"To Prince Jingmei, the Sixth Prince"

Has it not been sent out yet?

Lin Ji had excellent eyesight; even from a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), he could see the handwriting on the letter Gu Yanqiu was waving in his hand, even in the dim moonlight.

Lin Ji stepped forward, carrying his monk's staff.

"Open it and take a look."

Gu Yanqiu tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Your Highness, the trivial matters in Jiangcheng have been investigated and clarified..."

Below the letter was the message Jing Xiu had just used to threaten Lin Ji and his companion.

"Uncle Lin, the letter hasn't been sent out yet, and the Sixth Prince hasn't received the message."

Gu Yanqiu's handsome eyebrows suddenly twitched, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Lin Ji thought to himself, "This information will eventually come to the attention of the Sixth Prince; it's just a matter of time."

However, this is also extremely good news for Lin Ji.

Since the letter hadn't reached the Sixth Prince, Lin Ji still had plenty of time to make preparations.

"What do we do next?" Gu Yanqiu's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze peered out from the ruins of the ancient temple.

Lin Ji listened intently, and from the shadows came a rustling sound.

"Let's go, Fujita-kun."

"Yeah, Fujita-kun, Jingxiu is a true half-step into the Transcendent Realm, while the rest of us are only at the mid-stage of Inner Strength... Gulp, don't you want to be the first to die when things get tough?"

"Yes, go back and report to His Highness the Sixth Prince. He has plenty of ways to deal with this old man."

"Okay! Let's go!"

The Yin-Yang Jade Pendant in Lin Ji's sea of ​​consciousness slowly rotated. With Jing Xiu dead, the Yin-Yang Jade Pendant had nowhere to draw strength, so it naturally slowed down, and the recovery of Lin Ji's internal energy was much slower.

If he were to actually face several mid-stage Dark Force cultivators, given his current weakened state, it would surely result in a mutually destructive outcome.

To be on the safe side, Lin Ji suddenly shouted:

"You lowly scoundrels, stop right there!"

Wow!

In the shadows.

The Japanese samurai scattered abruptly.

"Wait for me!"

Fujita Yuichi was the slowest runner. Watching the others quickly disappear into the woods, he felt like crying. His steps faltered, and he suddenly lost his footing and fell flat on his face.

"Fujita-kun, whoever runs the slowest will be the human shield!"

Among the scattered Japanese samurai, someone suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Lin Ji listened from afar, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Let's go to Xincheng first to see your mother." After the voice faded into the distance, Lin Ji lowered his head and looked at Gu Yanqiu.

Gu Yanqiu gathered her hair, and the familiar way she tied it made Lin Ji's heart skip a beat. He was finally going to see his granddaughter.