Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

Fuzhou, North City Inn.

The cold snort at the inn's entrance hadn't even faded when the newcomer stepped inside, each step steady, and with each step, the inn grew quieter. By the time they entered the inn's lobby, the entire inn was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A figure in a green robe with wide sleeves stood at the doorway, his clothes motionless, but his eyes were as cold as autumn water. He swept over the disciples groaning on the ground, Hou Renying and Hong Renxiong lying on the ground, and finally landed on Yu Renyan.

When his gaze finally settled on the group from the Fuwei Escort Agency, the coldness in his eyes surged into a raging fire, and he said, word by word:

"How imposing! How menacing!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying pressure that made everyone present hold their breath.

The Qingcheng Sect disciples inside the inn, as if they had encountered a savior, cried out in unison, "Master!"

Yu Renyan shouted hoarsely, "Father! You've finally come! We were almost beaten to death by Lin Pingzhi!" With that, he ran up behind the newcomer and glared angrily at Shi Potian. Just a moment ago he looked seriously injured, but now he was full of energy again.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhennan and his wife were greatly shocked—it really was Yu Canghai!

Yu Canghai was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a long sword at his waist. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a very thin face. Although they had heard that he was short, Lin Zhennan and his wife never imagined that this grandmaster and renowned leader of the Qingcheng Sect would be so short, probably weighing less than eighty pounds.

However, the newcomer, though short, exuded an imposing presence without being angry.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin Zhennan dared not underestimate them and quickly stepped forward to greet them with utmost respect.

Yu Canghai gave Lin Zhennan a deep look, scrutinizing him from head to toe as if trying to re-evaluate him, before finally sneering:

"My Qingcheng Sect disciples sincerely returned the courtesy, but the Fuwei Escort Agency disregarded the code of the martial world, humiliating and injuring many of my disciples. Chief Escort Lin's behavior of being obsequious at first but arrogant later shows that he has a long-term plan and his ambitions are not small."

"Why do you say that, Abbot Yu? This matter is clearly..." Lin Zhennan hurriedly began to defend himself.

Yu Canghai flicked his sleeve and, without saying a word, strode towards Shi Potian.

He took a few steps forward and stopped, his gaze first sweeping over Shi Potian's face—he saw that this young man had a handsome face and a tall, upright posture, and even had the air of a master who had returned to simplicity.

Yu Canghai inwardly mocked himself for his failing eyesight; how could there be an eighteen-year-old grandmaster in the world?

Then, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Yu Renyan behind him, wailing, bruised and battered, dressed like a stray dog, the contrast between them fueled his anger, deepening the chill in his eyes. He finally spoke, each word icy:

"So it was you who injured my disciples? I, Yu, misjudged you."

He paused, staring into Shi Potian's eyes, and said, "The Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is renowned far and wide. As the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), why did you abandon your sword and use your fists and feet instead of your sword during the fight?"

Shi Potian blinked and honestly replied, "Using a sword is too dangerous; I'm afraid I might accidentally kill them."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary, completely unaware of how hurtful his words were.

"Bullshit! You son of a bitch, what a big mouth you have!" Jia Renda was the first to explode, his face red with rage. He drew his sword and pointed it at Shi Potian, shouting, "You're nothing but a sorcerer who harms people with demonic magic! If you have the guts, draw your sword and fight!"

Yu Renyan's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "Utterly arrogant! You only won a few rounds by using some underhanded tricks, and you dare to boast about killing us? With my father here, how can you be allowed to humiliate us like this!"

A cold glint flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes, and his heart became more certain—this kid must have mastered the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique!

He suppressed his anger, his words carrying a hidden edge: "Are my disciples so unworthy that they don't deserve for you to draw your sword?"

Shi Potian did not answer, his gaze falling on the long sword at Yu Canghai's waist.

Yu Canghai's eyelids twitched repeatedly. He gripped his sword hilt, thinking to himself that this brat was truly courting death, daring to show such contempt for him. He was determined to cut him into a thousand pieces.

"However, you have injured so many of my disciples. If you don't give an explanation, where will my Qingcheng Sect's face be?"

Yu Canghai's act of falsely accusing others was precisely to gain the upper hand. The Qingcheng Sect had been coveting the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual for years, and he had long since learned the ins and outs of the Fuwei Escort Agency. However, the tragic state of his disciples today shocked him—the martial arts of this young head of the Lin family far surpassed those of Lin Zhennan!

Previous reports had described Lin Pingzhi as a spoiled brat who rode hawks and horses, with mediocre martial arts skills, and who had even been seriously injured in a fall from his horse. But this young man before them showed no trace of such a dissolute nature.

However, this unexpected turn of events didn't concern Yu Canghai. His only thought at the moment was to probe the boy's abilities: Could it be that this child's comprehension far surpassed his father's, and he had actually comprehended the true Evil-Repelling Sword Technique?

If that's the case, it's actually a good thing; the whereabouts of the sword manual are now more promising.

But this brat is impervious to reason; you can't get anything out of him.

Right then and there, he was going to disregard his senior's feelings and directly test the waters.

Lin Zhennan sensed the threat and, fearing Yu Canghai would make a move and even more afraid that Shi Potian would say the wrong thing, quickly stepped forward to block Shi Potian, saying:

"Ping'er, this is the renowned Abbot Yu of the Qingcheng Sect. He is highly skilled in martial arts, excelling in both palm and sword techniques. He possesses the Heart-Shattering Palm and the Pine Wind Sword Technique, making him virtually invincible. You should seek his guidance frequently in the future and refrain from rudeness."

However, to Yu Canghai, these words sounded more like a provocation, and his heart grew colder.

Looking at the short Taoist priest before him, Shi Potian, sensing the depth of the priest's martial arts through the Tai Xuan Scripture, was already quite clear about his skill level. He was greatly disappointed by the so-called "master" and couldn't help but speak:

"Father, although Sect Leader Yu's internal strength cultivation is decent, it can't be considered particularly high. He's not even as good as Master Shi, and his true energy can't flow as freely as a rushing river."

Yu Canghai thought he had misheard—was this young man looking down on him? Looking down on him, the dignified abbot of Songfeng Temple of Qingcheng Sect, the number one master in Sichuan for decades, and the one who had surpassed his master?

He thought I was one of my good-for-nothing disciples.

Suddenly, his disciples behind him shouted angrily in unison.

Fang Renzhi cursed, "You little bastard, you don't know your place! How dare you look down on my master! You think you're invincible just because you beat my brothers with your tricks? That's laughable! My master could kill you with a single finger!"

Jia Renda shouted, "You little bastard, kneel down and kowtow! My master might spare you because you're young and inexperienced. Otherwise, he'll make sure your blood is spilled on the spot!"

After his disciple's outburst, Yu Canghai finally realized that he hadn't been hallucinating—this bastard really looked down on him!

Immediately, he laughed in exasperation: "Fine, fine, fine! A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and you even look down on the tiger. If I, this tiger, don't show my power, I'm afraid I'll truly become a laughingstock of the whole world!"

Having said that, he was about to take action.

Suddenly, a girl's clear voice rang out: "The Qingcheng Sect, a prestigious and renowned sect, first ambushed my Huashan Sect disciples when they were off guard, and then tried to use the same trick to ambush Young Master Lin, who came to our aid, but instead got beaten so badly that he wet himself."

"Just now, more than a dozen people swarmed and attacked the young镖头 (bodyguard), but they still suffered a crushing defeat! Sect Leader Yu is not ashamed at all, and still wants to bully the weak. Doesn't he fear becoming a laughingstock throughout the world?!"

The speaker was none other than Miss Wan'er. She had somehow come downstairs and stood beside Shi Potian, now looking at Yu Canghai with disdain.

Seeing these juniors mocking him, Yu Canghai was enraged and shouted, "You're from the Huashan Sect? I don't care what Yue Buqun's intentions are, how dare you, an ugly girl, speak to me like that? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Yue Buqun!"

Before the words "I'll teach you a lesson" had even finished, he had already flashed like a ghost and slapped Wan'er hard across the face with his right hand!