Chapter 1891

"How could this person possibly be Lin the Sword Saint?"

"Could this person be a descendant of Lin the Sword Saint?"

"He's castrated himself—how could he have any descendants!"

"Maybe he had children before castrating himself."

The Wu Lin crowd buzzed with speculation!

In the dense forest, Zhu Houzhao, listening to the Embroidered Uniform Guard's report, learned Lin Pingzhi's identity.

"Fuwei Escort Agency, the Lin family!"

"The Lin family's Sword Saint?"

"Li Zhong, could cultivating the Bixie Sword Art make someone as powerful as Lin Pingzhi?"

Li Zhong: "Your Majesty, it's impossible. If the Bixie Sword Art truly had such power, how could it ever be left in the martial world!"

In truth, not even eunuchs in the palace might be allowed to cultivate it.

This level of power is terrifying.

Successfully cultivating it grants strength capable of dominating the dynasty.

Whether eunuch or Imperial Prince, none would be permitted to cultivate it.

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "That's true."

Gazing at Lin Pingzhi atop the sword hilt, Zhu Houzhao's expression turned subtle, and he prepared to order a retreat.

The current situation made it unnecessary to stay any longer.

Just Lin Pingzhi alone is beyond the imperial court's ability to oppose.

"Lin Pingzhi, give back my second brother!"

"Yes, return my brother to me!"

Suddenly, the crowd below erupted in noise; a group of men flushed red, shouting loudly.

Lin Pingzhi smiled lightly: "I only gave you the Bixie Sword Art—I didn't force you to castrate yourselves. Your second brother was your own doing—what has that to do with me?"

He released his aura, and the shouting men were crushed to the ground, collapsing in a heap.

"If you seek revenge against me, you lack the ability."

The scene fell silent; the martial heroes all looked fearful.

Lin Pingzhi changed tone: "But this matter isn't without room for resolution."

The crowd was puzzled.

Even the bird is cut off—what room for resolution could there be?

Could it possibly grow back?

"Recite this divine incantation with me, and your lost flesh will regenerate, your youth restored."

Without waiting for their consent, he began reciting the Tai Xuan Divine Incantation.

In the dense forest, Zhu Houzhao froze in place, his eyes flickering.

Hearing Lin Pingzhi's voice, he involuntarily began reciting along.

As he recited, radiant auspicious light shimmered over his body, filling him with profound comfort.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards, eunuchs, and ministers stared in shock, then hurriedly followed along from memory.

Below the stage, only some of the martial artists had been halfheartedly joining in.

Only when they witnessed the miracle did they take it seriously.

As for those who had not moved at all, seeing the others' transformations, their eyes widened—they rushed to join in.

As the incantation was recited, all felt as if immersed in a warm spring, their bodies glowing with warmth and comfort.

Many elderly martial artists, before the eyes of all, regained their youth, reverting to their adolescent forms.

"What kind of divine art is this—just reciting it grants such power!"

"My bird has grown back!"

"I've regained my youth!"

The crowd rejoiced wildly, shouting out their emotions.

In the shadows.

The Main God Squad was stunned.

"What kind of move is this?"

"Just reciting a chant makes you younger—is some god granting this world divine power?"

Zhou Yu turned to her team members: "Did you memorize it?"

Liu Jiao nodded: "Memorized. Captain, should we try it?"

Zhou Yu shook her head: "Wait until we return. Trying it now risks irreversible damage. Back at base, the Main God's healing can erase any demonic influence."

In the dense forest.

Zhu Houzhao came to his senses, feeling immense power surging through his body, utterly awestruck.

He looked toward the once-elderly ministers and generals—now restored to youth, each with smiles on their faces.