Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Tang Yan was also sizing up Luo Chen.

When she saw the level of the person who had come, her brows furrowed slightly.

The long sword in her hand trembled slightly the moment Luo Chen appeared.

Tang Yan tightened her grip on the sword sheath.

I was also puzzled.

This kind of situation rarely happens with her sword.

It's true that swords possess a spirit, but that spirit only stirs when they encounter a truly powerful swordsman.

The person before me is a Grandmaster.

On what grounds?

Luo Chen stopped at the door, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Miss Tang is indeed wise. As the saying goes, a true dragon does not dance with a snake. You have made the right choice."

Tang Yan glanced at him.

His gaze was even colder than when he had looked at the woman earlier.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

His tone remained cold and unyielding.

He pulled the sword closer to his chest, his knuckles taut and white, showing increased vigilance.

This person is not simple. He appeared at her doorstep for no reason and was eavesdropping. What kind of good person could he be?

Luo Chen remained calm and unhurried.

"Miss Tang, don't be nervous. I have two purposes in coming here. First, I can save your mother, and second, I can teach you the way of the sword."

Tang Yan gave a cold smile.

"Ha, you... are you going to teach me the way of the sword?"

She looked Luo Chen up and down, her gaze filled with undisguised scrutiny.

A minor cultivator at the Grandmaster level came to teach her the Dao of Swords, even though she was only at the Foundation Establishment level.

If this gets out, the whole of Daling City will laugh their heads off.

Luo Chen nodded, his nod full of confidence.

"Is that not allowed?"

Tang Yan's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"It seems you are unaware of my lineage, yet you dare to presume to teach."

Luo Chen straightened his face.

The smirk on his face disappeared.

"I don't know anything about your lineage, nor do I need to. I only know that although your sword heart is strong, your sword intent is not pure. This means that the sword technique you are currently practicing is not very advanced. If I'm not mistaken, it should only be a mid-level spiritual martial arts sword technique."

Tang Yan narrowed her eyes.

She stared at Luo Chen, her mind racing.

That's right, she is indeed practicing a mid-level spiritual martial arts sword technique.

While not the strongest in the entire Great Spirit City, this intermediate-level sword technique is definitely considered an extremely high-level skill.

The entire Great Spirit City.

There are only a few high-level martial arts techniques, and each one is held by powerful martial sects and families with extremely deep foundations.

Which of those forces hasn't been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years?

Ordinary cultivators wouldn't even have the chance to glance at it.

She was incredibly fortunate to have mastered a mid-level spiritual martial arts sword technique.

This person's cultivation level is not high, yet his tone is so arrogant.

The Way of the Sword?

What can he use to transmit it?

Tang Yan had no hope that Luo Chen could produce a high-level sword technique.

She was even a little annoyed, feeling that this person was making fun of her.

But she was more interested in another sentence.

Save her mother.

She stared into Luo Chen's eyes and said, word by word, "You've got quite the nerve. But forget about the sword technique. If you can really cure my mother's illness, then we can talk."

She paused for a moment after saying this.

His fingers rested on the sword hilt again.

"However, let me make this clear: if you dare to lie to me, no matter who you are, I won't let you leave alive. So think carefully before you speak."

Luo Chen looked at Tang Yan.

Looking into those eyes that were so cold they could freeze you to death, and at her slender, jade-like fingers resting on the hilt of the sword.

Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"I like Miss Tang's personality!"

"If you have real skills, you don't need to think about it. Let me in then, so that your mother can be cured sooner and suffer less."

After saying that, he lifted his foot to walk into the door.

Tang Yan frowned.

How can this person be so shameless? She hasn't even agreed yet.

"You've never even met my mother, yet you're certain you can cure her illness? Don't forget what I just said!"

Tang Yan stepped to the side, blocking the doorway, her sword sheath blocking Luo Chen's path.

Luo Chen stopped in his tracks.

Looking at the sword before him, and then at Tang Yan's cold face, he said calmly, "Once you have absolutely powerful methods, you can be as confident as I am."

Tang Yan: "..."

Her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word.

I just felt that this person in front of me was too pretentious.

It made her teeth itch.

If it weren't for the lingering hope that she could cure her mother's illness, she would have slapped him a few times already.

What the hell is that?

How could someone with low-level cultivation and no cultivation know about "absolutely powerful methods"?

But...

It was precisely Luo Chen's unfounded confidence that gave her a glimmer of hope.

My mother's illness has dragged on for three years. We've consulted everyone we could, spent all the spirit stones we could, and asked every alchemist we could, but they all said there was nothing they could do.

We've tried every miracle cure, but my mother's illness is getting worse.

Every night, Tang Yan would stay by her mother's bedside, looking at her pale face, feeling as if a knife was twisting in her heart.

She's willing to try anything.

Even this guy in front of me, who doesn't seem very reliable.

What if?

What if he really can cure it?

Tang Yan gritted her teeth, sheathed her sword, and said in a deep voice, "Fine, as long as you can really cure my mother's illness, I will agree to anything you ask. Please."

He turned around and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The courtyard was small, paved with blue bricks, and swept clean.

Luo Chen followed him inside.

He glanced around the yard, his gaze lingering for a moment on a few medicinal herbs.

Tang Yan walked to the front of the main house, stopped, and looked back at Luo Chen.

"Come in."

As she spoke, she pushed open the door.

The two entered the outer room.

Despite their poverty, they were not careless.

Tang Yan led Luo Chen into a bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, and the windows were mostly covered by old cloth curtains.

A woman was lying on the bed.

He was very thin, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and no color in his face.

His haggard and sickly appearance was immediately apparent.

Hearing footsteps, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were cloudy and yellowish, as if covered by a veil, and it seemed difficult to open them.

Tang Yan knelt down on one knee in front of the bed with a thud, tightly grasping the woman's hands, her voice suddenly choked.

"Mother, you're finally awake."

She glanced at Luo Chen. "This man claims he can cure your illness. May I ask him to take a look?"

The woman shook her head with difficulty.

She moved slowly, forcing a smile.

"Silly child, your mother's life is coming to an end, so don't worry about me anymore."

"After you've finished arranging your mother's funeral, go back and cultivate diligently with your master."

Tang Yan gripped the woman's hand even tighter.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"No, Mother, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up."

She suddenly turned to look at Luo Chen, her eyes, which had always been as cold as ice, now filled with earnestness.

"Please take a look at my mother. If you can really cure her, I promise I'll agree to anything you ask."

Luo Chen looked at her; the coldness he had shown just moments before was completely gone.

Even the strongest bones have soft spots.

"Fine, then move aside."