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

Lan Fenghuang walked away shyly back to Yanlou an hour later.

The Fuwei Escort Agency finally arrived in Hengshan City.

The city was bustling with people and carriages. The banners of the Five Mountains Sword Sects fluttered along the streets, and masters from all walks of life came in droves, all for Liu Zhengfeng's "Golden Basin Washing Hands" ceremony at Hengshan Sect.

As soon as the group from Fuwei Escort Agency entered the city, escorting two disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, they attracted countless gazes.

Luo Renjie hung his head, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground. As one of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng, he had never been so disheveled.

But when he thought of Shi Potian's terrifying methods of using beans to strike acupoints, practicing martial arts by inhaling drugs, and becoming immune to all poisons, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is indeed evil.

Upon entering Hengshan City, the Fuwei Escort Agency members parted ways with Yilin, Chi Baicheng, and the others, as they were heading to Master Liu's residence to attend the handwashing ceremony.

Yilin looked at Shi Potian with great reluctance, and mustered her courage to say:

"Brother Lin, are you coming to Uncle Liu's retirement ceremony? You saved my life, and my master will definitely thank you handsomely."

Shi Potian nodded, "I will definitely go find Yu Canghai."

The group from Fuwei Escort Agency were not invited and had to find their own accommodations.

Finding accommodation was difficult, so Lin Zhennan sent Luo Renjie to search for Yu Canghai's whereabouts, which saved him the trouble of finding an inn to stay in.

They weren't afraid he would escape. Like the three heroes of Jibei, these two had their acupoints sealed and meridians locked by Shi Potian. If they didn't obey, their martial arts would be ruined for life.

Hengshan City is not large, and all the inns, big and small, were full of guests at this time. The group couldn't find an inn to stay in for a while, and then it started to drizzle.

There happened to be a teahouse along the street, and an old man was selling wontons from a shoulder pole outside. Shi Potian glanced at the old man again, slightly surprised.

Everyone was hungry, so they went inside, found a place to sit, brewed a pot of tea, ordered some food, and bought a few bowls of wontons from the old man. They ate and chatted.

The teahouse didn't sell alcohol, so Shi Potian, bored, looked around and noticed seven broken teacups on the next table, with seven porcelain rings lying beside them.

He couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" and said to Lin Zhennan and his wife:

"Father, Mother, look at these seven teacups! This skill is impressive. Who cut these seven teacups in half?"

Mr. and Mrs. Lin Zhennan had limited knowledge and could not recognize what kind of skill this was, which was cutting through gold and jade. They were about to call the waiter over to ask.

A short, fat man sitting next to me said:

"This is the work of Master Mo Da of the Hengshan School. The seventeenth move of the Thirty-Six Styles of Returning Wind and Falling Wild Geese Sword is 'One Sword Falls Nine Wild Geese.' Master Mo Da tested his skills by cutting seven cups in half with one sword, yet the cups did not fall over. It is truly a divine skill."

Lin Zhennan and his wife were startled. It turned out to be Master Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect. No wonder he had such skill.

Although the two have made great progress in martial arts and swordsmanship recently, their internal strength cultivation is mediocre, and their swordsmanship is still unable to cut through gold and jade as easily as cutting tofu.

A young man next to the short, fat man said, "You guys are in for a bad time. If you had come a little earlier, you could have seen Master Mo's amazing skills. He just left not long ago."

Shi Potian nodded in agreement and said, "This Master Mo is indeed amazing. He struck seven times with one sword, slicing through seven teacups. His skill is much higher than Yu Canghai's. It's a real pity we didn't get to see it."

Shi Potian spoke with a straight face, completely unaware of Li Renhong's unpleasant expression.

The short, fat man scoffed, "The Qingcheng Sect dares to compare itself to the Hengshan Sect? The Hengshan Sect is one of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, a top-tier sect in the martial arts world that has fought against the Demonic Sect for many years."

Just look at how many guests came to Hengshan City to congratulate Master Liu on retiring from his life of crime; that shows how high the status of the Hengshan Sect is—far beyond the reach of a mere Qingcheng Sect.

Li Renhong's face darkened further, and he glared angrily at the short, fat man.

Actually, the fat man was exaggerating. Although the Qingcheng Sect was not as powerful as the Five Mountains Sword Sect, it was still a major sect in the southwest with a long history. Yu Canghai was also a grandmaster. It was definitely not a "mere" small sect.

Shi Potian was intrigued and about to ask a question when suddenly a cold laugh came from the corner, and a voice said:

"Severing seven cups with one sword is nothing special. What's truly impressive is breaking the cups without them falling."

The young man burst into laughter, and the short, fat man, amused and annoyed, said:

"Who dares to speak so arrogantly? Step forward and let us see just how powerful your swordsmanship really is. To dare to look down on the swordsmanship of the Hengshan Sect leader in Hengshan City is truly an eye-opener."

The young man laughed and said, "I'm afraid I couldn't even cut a teacup with one sword. I would only invite ridicule. How dare I come out and make a fool of myself?"

Shi Potian looked into the corner and saw that the speaker was a man wearing a straw hat.

The man saw that everyone was looking at him with hostility. Most people in Hengshan City were loyal to the Hengshan Sect, and he had incurred the wrath of the masses.

The man pulled down his straw hat, snorted, stood up, and walked to the teacup table.

The short, fat man said, "You don't even have a sword, how are you going to cut it? Can't you use your hands?" He then burst into laughter.

Before the laughter subsided, the man opened his hand, gently inserted it into the five broken teacups, then raised his hand, turned, and left without uttering a single word.

The short, fat man scoffed and mocked, "If you have no ability, don't talk big. Now you're running away in disgrace."

Shi Potian smiled lightly, reached out and picked up the teacup, showing it to everyone.

Everyone gasped in shock. There was a finger hole at the bottom of the cup, smooth and flat, as if it had been heated to that point.

The short, fat man was struck dumb, standing there stunned. The young man picked up the other four teacups to examine them, and found that the bottom of each cup had been poked with a hole by the man's finger.

This person actually used their hands, but instead of shaving, they actually poked five holes in the bottom of the porcelain cup.

What would it look like if this were stuck in someone's head?

Everyone in the teahouse felt a chill run down their spines.

The short, fat man was almost in tears. He had offended Master Mo first, and now he had offended another mysterious expert. He really hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home today.

Seeing that everyone in the teahouse was astonished by the man, Shi Potian smiled slightly, reached out and beckoned, and the long sword at the short, fat man's waist clanged and suddenly flew into Shi Potian's hand.

A young man nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Telekinesis!"

Shi Potian flicked his longsword with his finger and smiled at the short, fat man, "May I borrow your longsword?"

Then everyone saw a flash of blue light, followed by a clanging sound, and then the sword returned to the short, fat man's waist with a whoosh.

Because the movement was too fast, the short, fat man was still in shock from Shi Potian's move of "retrieving the sword from a distance" and did not have time to vent his anger on Shi Potian before the sword returned immediately. He was at a loss for how to react.

Suddenly, a young man next to me exclaimed:

"The teacup has been broken again."

Everyone turned to look, and saw that the seven teacups, which were originally in half, had been cut off again. The difference was that the cut-off piece did not fall to the side, but was still perfectly attached to the half teacup.

Everyone gasped in astonishment, looking at Shi Potian as if he were a monster. He had actually managed to break the cup without it falling?

This move is much more difficult than the one performed by Master Mo; only when the sword technique is extremely fast can the cup break without falling.

Even more terrifying was that everyone only heard a single clang, indicating that the seven swords were so fast that it was as if only one sword had been struck. How was this possible?

The short, fat man had witnessed Master Mo's sword strike just now and clearly heard several clanging sounds, indicating that even someone as strong as Master Mo had to use seven sword strikes to cut those teacups in half.

What does that mean?

This shows that the young man in front of us is far stronger than Master Mo, and his swordsmanship is beyond measure!