Along the way, Xin'er brought the twelve disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect to the East Peace Path. It could be considered peaceful. After all, their status and strength were there.
In the eyes of some large sects, the Xiantian Realm warriors were nothing. They could only be considered the basic strength of a sect.
However, in the martial arts world, they were genuine experts. In some small places, a Xiantian Realm warrior was enough to dominate an area.
And the most important thing was the identity of Xin'er and the others.
It was obvious that the ten or so Xiantian Realm warriors who were not even twenty years old had extraordinary backgrounds. Combined with their speech and martial arts, it was easy to tell that they were disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect.
As for the Sword Fighting Sect, one of the Five Sword Sects, even the top sects in the martial arts world would not dare to offend them, let alone some small powers.
That 'Profound Heart Sword Master' Meng Jingxian was a ruthless person, and ordinary people could not afford to offend him.
However, this trip to the martial arts world had left a deep impression on Xin'er and the others. They finally understood what it meant to be dangerous in the martial arts world.
Along the way, they had wanted to do something chivalrous, and they had succeeded a few times. However, the few times they had succeeded, it was not because of themselves, but because the other party had seen that they were disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect, so they decided to give them face. Otherwise, those people would not even bother with rookies like them.
A round-faced young girl beside Xin'er muttered, "Those people from the martial arts world don't seem to care about us at all. Every time, they would put on a disdainful expression of 'seeing that you're disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect, so I'll give you face'."
Xin'er knocked her on the head, "Don't think too much about it. Face is something that we have to fight for, not something that others give us. Right now, we don't have the strength, so the other party doesn't need to give us face. They will only give the sect face, and when we have the strength, we can truly roam the martial arts world."
Xin'er had followed Su Xin to fight in the Chang Ning Mansion since she was young. Although Su Xin had always prevented Xin'er from seeing these things, Xin'er knew a lot more than these inexperienced disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect. At the very least, her way of thinking was very realistic.
A 14 or 15 year old youth beside the round-faced girl raised the sword in his hand and patted his chest as he said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Tang Tang. I'll definitely help you teach those fellows who look down on you a lesson when my Sword Dao reaches the advanced stage!"
The round-faced girl, Tang Tang, curled her lips in disdain and said, "Come on, you should take care of yourself first. Which one of you is the one whose hands are trembling and can't even hold a sword when facing a fierce bandit for the first time?"
As soon as he said that, the young man's face immediately turned red from embarrassment, causing the other disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect to laugh out loud as well.
Xin Er shook her head like a little adult. Most of these Sword Fighting Sect disciples had been cultivating in the Sword Fighting Sect since they were young. Some of them had never even seen a dead person before, let alone killing someone.
Although Xin 'er had never killed anyone, what kind of people had she been surrounded by since she was a child?
Although the number of people Su Xin had killed in the Chang Ning Mansion was far less than the number of people he had killed now, he was not a good person either. Li Bo and the other gang members were the same, they all had fierce looks on their faces.
Therefore, the first time Xin 'er killed someone, it was very simple. She killed a bunch of blind bandits like she was cutting melons and vegetables.
In fact, those bandits didn't even have a Xiantian martial artist among them, so they couldn't hurt the disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect at all.
Those bandits only saw that the people from the Sword Fighting Sect were all young men who were dressed up extraordinarily. They thought that they were the young masters and young mistresses of some family who were out on a trip, so they were prepared to do something. They didn't even carefully investigate their strength.
Therefore, after the initial panic, the disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect quickly calmed down and killed all the bandits.
Although some of the disciples couldn't accept killing for the first time and vomited a few times, at the very least, they were much more mature than when they had just stepped out of the Sword Fighting Sect.
Xin 'er coughed and said, "Alright, stop messing around. In front of us is the boundary of the Eastern Peace Path, but it's almost evening. There are no prefectures at the intersection of the two paths. Let's look around and see if we can find a village or a small town before nightfall. Otherwise, we can only sleep in the wilderness."
As a martial uncle, she had quite a bit of prestige. When the others heard Xin 'er's words, they immediately perked up and continued on their way.
However, this time, Xin 'er and the others' luck wasn't too good. They walked until nightfall, but they still didn't find any villages or towns. They only found a dilapidated temple in the wilderness to rest.
However, the way the Sword Fighting Sect educated their disciples could be considered successful. Although they had been protected by the Sword Fighting Sect since they were young, these people didn't have many problems with being spoiled.
Following Xin 'er's command, a group of young disciples began to tidy up the dilapidated temple in an orderly manner. Then, they set up a bonfire to boil water and prepared to fill their stomachs with dry rations.
However, when they had just finished eating, five martial art practitioners suddenly barged into the dilapidated temple.
The leader of the five was an old man. He seemed to have some imposing manner, and he was at the peak of the Innate Divinity Palace Realm.
There was also a woman dressed in red. She was charming and beautiful, and her figure was curvaceous. Every move she made carried a different kind of charm. She was also at the Innate Qi Hai Realm.
As for the other three Innate Realm martial art practitioners, they were like servants, standing guard around them.
The five of them looked slightly disheveled, and their auras were a little unstable. It was obvious that they had either traveled a long distance or ran at high speed.
Seeing that there were more than ten young Innate Realm martial art practitioners in this dilapidated temple, the old man was also stunned. He rolled his eyes, cupped his hands at Xin 'er and the others, and said, "Young heroes, the few of us are also passersby. We would like to find a place to rest. I wonder if you can accommodate us?"
Tang Tang stood up and patted her small chest, and said, "This place is so big. Senior, please feel free to use it."
The old man smiled and cupped his hands, thanked her, and led the woman and the three servants to a corner. He took out some dry rations and ate them, but he seemed to be in a hurry.
Xin 'er frowned, and she felt that something was wrong.
She was born with the Sword Heart Physique. Not only did she cultivate the Sword Dao very quickly, but she was also born with very sensitive senses. The moment the old man entered the dilapidated temple, she always felt that something was going to happen.
However, since Tang Tang had already promised them, Xin 'er could not drive them out. But she had an extra thought, and asked the other disciples not to all sleep at night, but to take turns to guard the temple.
But just as everyone was about to sleep, an arrogant laughter suddenly came from outside the dilapidated temple, "Lin Yantang, if you have the guts to run again, why don't you? I've given you face, you old fart. I've taken a fancy to the three treasures of the Lin Clan, and I'm willing to pay a high price for them. But you guys are not willing. Well, now you don't even have a penny! "
As the arrogant laughter came, a young man in his twenties walked in. He was dressed in luxurious clothes and held a white jade folding fan with a ruthless look on his face.
He had the strength of the Innate Divinity Realm. Logically speaking, he could even be ranked on the Ranking List of Young Masters if he had the strength of the Divinity Realm at such a young age. However, the aura on his body was very weak, and his foundation was not stable. His Divinity Realm strength was probably not obtained through good means.
Moreover, after he stepped through the door, there was a Divine Transformation Realm martial artist and more than 20 Innate Realm martial artists following behind him. They directly surrounded the dilapidated temple!
These Innate Realm martial artists were not like the young man who looked like a spear made of wax. The aura on their bodies was piercingly cold, and it was obvious that they were the kind of people who had experienced hundreds of battles.
When these people rushed into the dilapidated temple, the old man, Lin Yantang, suddenly had an extremely ugly expression.
As for Xin 'er and the others, they did not know how to react. After all, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation, and they did not know what to do.
The young man sneered and said, "Lin Yantang, you can't blame me for being ruthless. The three treasures of the Lin Clan — the Golden Feather Sword, the Silver Feather Robe, and the White Feather Fan — are indeed precious. I'm also prepared to give them to the Great Ancestor as a birthday gift, but I'm not going to take them for free.
The cultivation resources are enough for the Lin Clan to use for ten years, and the Lin Clan to dominate the Linyang Prefecture. Aren't these things enough?
Old fart, if you insist on asking for an exorbitant price, don't blame me for not following the rules! "
Lin Yantang cupped his hands and said humbly, "Young Master Jiang, it's not that I'm asking for an exorbitant price, but these three things were left behind by the Great Ancestor. I dare not sell them even if you offer a higher price!
However, this old man has come to terms with it now. No matter how precious the things left behind by the Great Ancestor are, they are still illusory. These three things are buried under the Lin Clan's ancestral home. I'm willing to give them to Young Master Jiang for free! "
Lin Yantang's expression turned bitter. If he had known this would happen, he would have agreed. However, he did not expect the Jiang Clan to be so overbearing. Since they couldn't buy it by force, they wanted to rob it by force. In any case, they were from the righteous path of the martial arts world. How could they allow their disciples to run amok?
Young Master Jiang looked at the curvaceous body of the woman in red, and a trace of lust appeared in his eyes. "Now you know how to beg for mercy? It's too late!
Your Lin Clan's three treasures have already been taken by me. Now, I want to take one more — Miss Lin Manying!
I heard that Miss Lin is still a virgin? It just so happens that the Great Ancestor is studying the Dual Cultivation Plucking Technique. Miss Lin, you are beautiful, and your strength is not weak. It's just right for you.
However, don't worry. When the Great Ancestor is done plucking, this Young Master will reluctantly take you in. I can also have a taste of the most beautiful woman in the Linyang Prefecture! "
Hearing this, Lin Yantang and Lin Manying's faces turned pale.
They knew what Dual Cultivation meant, but what about plucking? That was using herself as a human cauldron for others to play with. After plucking, her entire body would be crippled. This was simply worse than death!
However, at this moment, a male disciple of the Sword Fighting Sect was so angry that his face turned red. He stood up and shouted angrily, "Shameless person, shut up!"
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