Chapter 17: Entering the Game

Early the next morning.

Inside the Lin Family's Fuwei Escort Agency, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out.

One could only hear Lin Zhennan laughing loudly: "Hahahaha!

I, Lin Zhennan, have finally found the true Evil-Warding Sword Manual."

"That Songfeng Temple has bullied us too much; if not for the timely rescue by Young Hero Lu Li of the Huashan Sect, I fear my Lin Family would have had no path to survival!

Now that I have obtained the true ancestral sword technique, once I master it, I will surely ensure that Yu Canghai never returns."

Lin Zhennan's laughter was loud and frantic, as if he were venting after experiencing immense pressure.

No sooner had his voice fallen than several figures vaulted over the courtyard wall.

Those people moved with flying speed, suddenly charging toward Lin Zhennan.

Seeing someone charge over, Lin Zhennan was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his long sword to guard himself.

"Songfeng Temple, it is you persistent ghosts again."

He recognized that the arrivals were precisely the disciples of Songfeng Temple who had besieged the Fuwei Escort Agency a few days prior.

That day, the members of the Lin Family had scattered and fled, and the many disciples of Songfeng Temple had also dispersed to hunt others down, while the three men who had besieged Lin Zhennan—Yu Renhao and the others—had been slain by Lu Li.

After a day had passed, the other disciples of Songfeng Temple, having no other leads, had returned to monitor the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Unexpectedly, they had happened upon the Lin Family returning to the Fuwei Escort Agency, and Lin Zhennan had truly found the Evil-Warding Sword Technique.

"Lin, quickly hand over the sword manual in your hand; for the sake of the manual, we might spare your life."

In the blink of an eye, four Songfeng Temple disciples surrounded Lin Zhennan.

The leader of the group was Hong Renxiong, one of the 'Heroic and Gallant, Qingcheng Four Elites'.

Hong Renxiong looked at Lin Zhennan, a look of greed flashing in his eyes.

Although his mission in coming to the Fuwei Escort Agency this time was to surround the Lin Family, the sword manual would ultimately have to be handed over to Yu Canghai.

But how could a person be without greed? Hong Renxiong had long been thinking that if he obtained the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, he could read it a few times before handing it to his master, Yu Canghai, and thus become the disciple with the best martial arts in Songfeng Temple!

Hong Renxiong felt that his luck was truly good.

He had returned to monitor the Fuwei Escort Agency, and immediately afterward, he saw Lin Zhennan find the sword manual.

"Daydreaming."

Lin Zhennan gripped the cassock with his left hand and rebuked angrily.

"Lin Zhennan, still being stubborn at this point? Since you are obsessed and refuse to repent, you cannot blame others."

Hong Renxiong let out a sharp shout, and his long sword thrust out in an instant.

It was the same Songfeng Sword Technique, yet when wielded by different people, it held different artistic conceptions.

One could see that Hong Renxiong's sword was like a howling, angry wind on a gloomy day, enveloping Lin Zhennan with a wave of pine-like momentum.

In an instant, Hong Renxiong thrust six times.

Lin Zhennan raised his sword to sweep horizontally, using the move 'Sweeping Away the Demons', struggling to deflect the first three strikes, but he could not block the subsequent onslaught.

Lin Zhennan struggled to parry with his sword, but was still struck in the left shoulder by a blade.

His body retreated rapidly, and feeling pain in his left arm, he immediately loosened his grip, and the blood-red cassock drifted down at once.

Hong Renxiong's face revealed joy, and he reached out to grab the cassock.

'This Evil-Warding Sword Manual is mine!

' But just at this moment, the sound of something piercing the air suddenly rang out.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Several broken roof tiles, infused with powerful internal energy, shot into the courtyard like metallic hidden weapons.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and bodies being sliced open was faintly heard; the other three Songfeng Temple disciples had not even had time to react before they were struck in vital points by the tiles—either in the chest or the throat—and blood gushed out, clearly leaving them with no chance of survival.

Hearing the sound, Hong Renxiong was so frightened that he hurriedly twisted his body to dodge.

A roof tile grazed his back, leaving a stinging scratch.

During this delay, the cassock was picked up by another person.

It was Lu Li.

It was he who had just thrown the tiles to kill the three men.

Lu Li held the Evil-Warding Sword Manual in his hand,

looking at the person before him with slight disappointment.

It was a pity the person who came was not Yu Canghai; today's act had been performed in vain.

That was right, it was indeed an act.

The reason Lin Zhennan was shouting in the courtyard while holding the Evil-Warding Sword Manual was that everything was a play.

The purpose was to 'legitimately' send the Evil-Warding Sword Manual out.

However, this sword manual could not be given away so easily; he had to make Yu Canghai feel that it was difficult to obtain, so that he would believe it without doubt.

Even if Lu Li did not care for the Evil-Warding Sword Technique, someone like Hong Renxiong did not even have the qualifications to enter the game!

Lu Li looked at Hong Renxiong and said indifferently: "The Lin Family, I, Lu Li, will protect."

"Those who trespass into the Lin Family, die."

Hong Renxiong straightened his back and sneered: "Just by relying on you?"

No sooner had his voice fallen than seven or eight more Songfeng Temple disciples appeared on the courtyard wall, staring coldly at Lu Li.

With Hong Renxiong's side having the advantage in numbers, he looked down on Lu Li even more.

"The affairs of my Songfeng Temple are not for you to manage!

You are merely a disciple of the Huashan Sect; do you think you are your master?"

"You are welcome to try."

Lu Li still held the monk's robe in his left hand, as if he were afraid others wouldn't know it was in his hands, and afraid others wouldn't come to snatch it.

Hong Renxiong took a deep breath; he had long been unconvinced by Lu Li, this member of the younger generation who was shining so brightly in the pugilistic world.

They were both from reputable, orthodox sects and both disciples of the younger generation, so why did he have to debut as a group with three other pieces of trash? While Lu Li could have his own exclusive title!

Envy!

Jealousy!

Hatred!

Moreover, the Evil-Warding Sword Manual in Lu Li's hand made Hong Renxiong drool with greed.

"Today, I shall come to experience the skills of the Jade-Faced Asura."

Hong Renxiong shouted in anger, raised his sword, and thrust!

This sword strike was somewhat more powerful than Yu Renhao's, no wonder his ranking was ahead of Yu Renhao's.

But for someone who has cultivated swordsmanship to the extreme, there is no difference between first-rate and second-rate.

Both only require one sword strike.

And Lu Li was precisely a person who had practiced swordsmanship to the pinnacle.

Holding his long sword horizontally, Lu Li turned his body, and the sword light instantly drew a circle, directly breaking through Hong Renxiong's sword technique.

This sword strike was too fast, too accurate.

When Lu Li withdrew his sword, the scabbard was still hanging in the air, as if the action of drawing the sword had not yet begun.

Crack!

The sword entered the scabbard.

Hong Renxiong's body had already lost the strength to support itself and collapsed to the ground.

"Hong Renxiong is dead."

Although there were many Songfeng Temple disciples standing on the courtyard wall of the Lin Family, not a single one dared to step forward.

They were completely stunned by Lu Li's killing sword.

"He said he is the second disciple of the Huashan Sect, Lu Li?"

"How is that possible? He looks to be about the same age as us; how could he kill our senior brother so cleanly and decisively?"

"With such swordsmanship, I fear only the Temple Master could defeat him."

The crowd had originally intended to rush up together and hack Lu Li to death with chaotic blades, but at this moment, no one dared to make a move.

Lin Zhennan, who stood behind, and Lin Pingzhi, who was in the shadows, looked at Lu Li, feeling somewhat dazed.

It only takes one sword strike to intimidate the petty and the wicked.

This is the second disciple of the Huashan Sect, Lu Li.

"Take the corpse away; only when your master Yu Canghai comes will he be worthy of exchanging a few moves with me."

"Hehe, I have already arrived."

A hoarse voice rang out from afar.

The crowd looked up and saw a thin, small Taoist in green robes floating over like a bird in flight.

His feet did not touch the ground, and in just a moment, he arrived in front of Lu Li.

This person was none other than the master of Qingcheng Mountain Songfeng Temple, Yu Canghai!

Such fast lightness skill, Lu Li praised inwardly.

"Arrogant brat, take my palm!"

Yu Canghai did not stand on ceremony; he flew over and struck with a palm.

One could see his palm contained a baleful aura, and the energy was cold and sinister; it was the unique skill of the Qingcheng Sect, the Cui Xin Palm.

Yu Canghai had actually used a killing move upon their first meeting!

Lu Li raised an eyebrow, feeling that Yu Canghai's capacity was truly too small, to actually strike so ruthlessly against a member of the younger generation first.

"No matter, I was just waiting for you to enter the trap!"

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