Lin Yan's words were like a steel knife, deeply cutting He Yang Shinji's self-esteem.
If the person who said this was an arrogant and ignorant second-rate person, He Yang Shinji wouldn't care.
But … these words from Lin Yan's mouth seemed to be very harsh.
Because everyone who heard her say this would involuntarily agree that what she said was true.
"Hmph …" Two seconds later, He Yang Shinji snorted coldly with a fake smile and continued, "I don't know anything about the King of Hell or not. In short, if you are also a member of the Central Plains, then you'd better listen … From today onwards …"
He Yang Shinji originally wanted to tell Lin Yan that he was going to unify the Central Plains, but he didn't expect that …
"Little girl, who did you learn martial arts from?" Lin Yan didn't even pay attention to him. After saying "by yourself", Lin Yan let go of the white horse's reins and took a few steps forward. She came to Feng Meiyu and asked her a question.
"I …" When Feng Meiyu was asked this question, she was also stunned for a moment. After all, Lin Yan in front of her looked much younger than her. She used the tone of an elder to call her "little girl", which made her a little surprised, "… I learned it from a secret manual."
"So that's how it is …" Lin Yan nodded slightly, "If I didn't guess wrong … you should have practiced several low-level internal cultivation methods based on your own speculation without any martial arts foundation … As a result, your meridians and blood were all messed up and your body was damaged."
"You …" Hearing this, Feng Meiyu's expression changed abruptly, because what the other party said was completely correct. "… Senior!" In the next second, Feng Meiyu changed the way she addressed Lin Yan, "Could it be that senior has a way to cure me?"
"Yes."
When Lin Yan said these two words, Feng Meiyu's face showed an unconcealable surprise. She was just about to open her mouth to ask for help, but unexpectedly, Lin Yan's right hand had already turned into a palm and pressed on the top of her head.
When she was still the "King of Hell", Lin Yan's martial arts had already reached the Heavenly Realm. Now that she was making a move again, she was using a method that ordinary people could not understand.
Right now, her palm strike was very slow, very light, and could even be described as gentle. However, it was precisely this kind of palm strike that made everyone around her think, "If it were me, I would definitely not be able to dodge this attack."
"Ugh — Ah —"
A few seconds later, Feng Meiyu suddenly revealed a pained expression and screamed.
Under the force of Lin Yan's palm, Feng Meiyu knelt on the ground without any resistance. Then, all the pores on her body began to ooze out greasy blood …
The amount of filth was unbelievable. It was as if clumps of mud were being squeezed out of Feng Meiyu's body, gushing out from her clothes. The dent made by Feng Bujue's positron cannon just happened to be the "ditch" that contained the filth at this time.
After a while, Lin Yan stopped her action without even panting. She withdrew her palm and stood upright, "This is the 'method' you wanted …" To her, this kind of thing was as easy as lifting a finger. There was no need for her to explain too much. She just did it directly. "I have already sorted out your meridians and blood. From now on, as long as you don't use that strange method that you came up with on your own, you will be fine."
When she said this, Feng Meiyu, who was covered in blood, was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath. At this moment, Feng Meiyu's appearance had undergone a shocking change … She had changed from the morbidly obese White Plum Cult Leader to the graceful and beautiful Feng Er of the past.
"Senior!" Feng Er, who had returned to her original appearance, looked at Lin Yan excitedly, "Senior's great kindness … Feng Er will never forget it!" She also changed the way she addressed herself, "As long as senior says the word, I will do anything for you …"
"I have a horse." Lin Yan still looked indifferent and interrupted Feng Er, "With your body, you can't be a horse. You should be a good person."
Feng Er didn't know what else to say. Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. She used her hands to grab the clothes on her body that were already dirty and sticky, and obviously too big, and slowly stood up. Although the feeling of the clothes wrapped around her body was quite uncomfortable, if she didn't hold on like this, the clothes would basically slide off like the bedsheet.
"Hey! Woman, I haven't finished talking yet! " When Feng Er stood up, He Yang opened his mouth again and said to Lin Yan, "Listen to me … From now on …"
"Master Feng, I haven't seen you for many years. You haven't changed much." In the end, Lin Yan ignored He Yang again and walked forward. She said to Brother Jue, "But … you seem to be in some trouble."
At this moment, Brother Jue asked Cheng Yong to put him down. Wang Qiong, Cheng Wei, and Heyang Jing Zi, who were hiding in the dark, also came to Brother Jue.
"Haha … It's okay." Feng Bujue smiled, "Since you are here, I don't have any trouble."
"Are you so sure that I will help you?" Lin Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.
"What do you think?" Feng Bujue was still smiling as he asked in return.
After a short moment of silence, Lin Yan also smiled.
This smile was so beautiful that it could cause the fall of a city. It was as beautiful as a dream, as if it could even melt the coldest heart in the world.
Lin Yan hadn't smiled like this for many years. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled from the bottom of her heart.
All these years, although she had given up her identity as the King of Hell, she still couldn't live like a normal person.
Without a goal and burden, she was free, but also lonely.
There was no one in this world who still knew her. She didn't want to get to know those stupid people who were still rolling in the world of mortals.
Compared to people, she preferred to interact with this world and this world.
Therefore, she would go to many places every year to see different sceneries.
She would go to the snowy mountains to look for plum blossoms in the winter. She would go for a walk in the spring. She would travel overseas in the summer. She would go to the Heartbreak Valley to appreciate the cherry blossoms in the late autumn.
Lin Yan's current cultivation had already surpassed Cao Qin's in the past. Other than her white hair, even the passage of time couldn't leave any trace on her body.
At this moment, Lin Yan was more like a "fairy" than a human.
The troubles of the mortal world were meaningless to her. After 100 years … she didn't count her age anymore.
For such a person, what else in this world could touch her?
Without a doubt, it could only be her "old friends".
Not to mention that Feng Bujue was her savior, even if he was her enemy, Lin Yan would still save him.
When time erased all the people in your memory and changed everything in the world, you would realize how precious memories were.
This kind of subtle feeling could only be felt by those who had lived for a long time.
"Bastard! I'm talking to you! " While Lin Yan was smiling, He Yangxin finally couldn't hold it in anymore and exploded …
After calling himself the "God of Swords", he was looked down upon. After that, he was ignored twice in a row. This was a great humiliation that He Yangxin had never experienced before.
He didn't care about the conversation between Lin Yan and his Brother Jue. He picked up the blunt sword and attacked Lin Yan from the back.
"So annoying …" Lin Yan muttered impatiently. Then, she turned around and raised her hand. Using a movement that was neither fast nor slow in the eyes of others, she easily pinched the blunt sword that was slashing towards her with three fingers of her left hand.
When the blade of the sword was stopped by her casual movement, He Yangxin's face twitched.
He didn't believe it and tried to push the blunt sword down again. However, no matter how much strength he used, the blade of the sword didn't move at all.
"Is sneak attacking someone from the back also a 'God of Swords'?" When Lin Yan looked at He Yangxin, the smile on her face had disappeared and was replaced by a look of disgust.
"I can defeat all the heroes in the world with the sword in my hand. Of course, I'm the God of Swords!" He Yangxin didn't back down. He had his own theory, "Only you people from the Central Plains who fish for fame will be entangled in the fallacies of 'sneak attack from the back' and 'unfair victory' … According to you, if there is a difference in the quality of the weapons used by the two sides, it's unfair to win? Two people are different in age and practice martial arts for different years … Is it unfair? "
"Is that what you think …" Lin Yan muttered. "Hmm … that's good." She paused for a moment, "At least after I beat you, I won't be called a bully."
Her words made He Yangxin a little dumbfounded again.
He Yangxin's martial arts was the "Way of Strength". He pursued "killing" and "victory". Killing and victory were the "obsessions" that only people in the secular world had.
This kind of "persistence" happened to be the threshold of "entering Taoism through martial arts". Therefore, He Yangxin couldn't walk on the path of "Taoism" this time. He also couldn't understand why this seemingly young woman in front of him would always call herself a "senior".
"Then … according to your theory …" After a while, Lin Yan let go of He Yangxin's sword and continued, "As long as you lose to my sword today, it proves that … I'm the real Sword God, right?"
He Yangxin took the opportunity to put away his sword and stepped back a few steps. He stood at a distance that he was most confident in in the duel, "Winner takes all … If you can really defeat me, it's reasonable for you to be called 'Sword God'." He paused for half a second and looked at Lin Yan, "But … where is your 'sword'?" He looked at her from head to toe. Lin Yan didn't look like she was hiding a sword, "Is … is it the soft sword hidden in your belt?"
Lin Yan showed disdain when she heard his words. She slowly put her hands behind her back and stood proudly. She gave a strange response, "Where is your sword?"
This seemingly simple question actually made He Yang Shinji's whole body shake.
He did have a sword in his hand, but that didn't mean anything …
The realm of "sword in hand" and the realm of "sword in heart" were like clouds and mud.
He Yangxin was very clear about this point, because … he also reached the realm of "no sword in hand, but sword in heart".
If not for this, he would not have used this long and narrow blunt sword, which had not even been opened and had no scabbard, as a weapon.
"Humph …" After thinking for a few seconds, He Yangxin clenched his left hand and gently knocked on his heart, "My sword … is here."
"Oh …" Lin Yan said with an almost lazy attitude, "Then my sword is also with you."
"What … did you say?" This time, He Yangxin really didn't understand.
"The sword in your hand or the sword in your heart …" Lin Yan continued, "You think it's yours, but in fact … it's not."
"Can it still be yours?" He Yangxin felt that the other party was deliberately mystifying him, so he used a strong tone to talk back.
"Sigh …" Lin Yan sighed, "You won't understand even if I tell you …" She showed a compassionate expression, "Make your move. When you lose … you'll understand."
"Don't worry …" He Yangxin was also not convinced this time. He immediately got into a stance, "Even if you don't say it, I'll make my move …"
Before he could finish his words, he had already arrived like a shooting star.
He Yang obviously did it on purpose this time … His last sentence was just a way to make his opponent lower his guard. In this kind of situation, most people would subconsciously think that his opponent would finish his sentence before making a move. However, He Yang just had to make a sneak attack in the middle of his sentence.
Although this method wasn't complicated, it was indeed very effective. In the past … many top masters in Dongying were defeated by this sudden move of his.
And this move of He Yangxin's was also the strongest move of the swordsmanship he created with all his effort — Godly Extreme Sword Style, Ultimate Profound Meaning, Three Paths Hazy Moon.
This was the most evil and murderous move in the world, and it was also the pinnacle of the martial arts that He Yangxin followed.
The moment the swordsmanship appeared, He Yangxin turned into a flash of light with a speed that shocked even the players.
Suddenly, the sound of the sword piercing through flesh was heard!
In the blink of an eye, He Yangxin's figure appeared again, and the blunt sword in his hand, for some reason … actually pierced through his own heart …
"Do you understand now?" Lin Yan stood still and didn't move at all. No one saw what she did at that moment.
But that wasn't important anymore. The important thing was … before he died, He Yangxin did understand something …
It turned out that there was a higher realm above the "Swordless Realm". People who reached that realm didn't have a sword in their hand or in their heart.
The real Sword God didn't need to ask and wouldn't care about "where the sword is".
At the last moment, He Yangxin also smiled. There was a hint of sadness in his smile, but there was no regret in his eyes.
For a swordsman, to be able to die in the hands of an opponent like Lin Yan, and to be able to understand his own insignificance and the true meaning of the sword through death … he would die without regrets.
"I thought you wouldn't kill him." At this time, Feng Bujue had already recovered from the side effect of [Descent of the War Demon] and drank a bottle of Life Points Recovery Potion. Even though Xu Huai Shang and Tired Dream wanted to stop Brother Jue from recovering his HP, considering Lin Yan's presence … they didn't dare to act rashly.
"I really didn't plan to kill him." Lin Yan turned to look at Brother Jue and said, "Whether he can survive or not depends on himself … If his sword had a little bit of benevolence, he probably wouldn't have died. Unfortunately, his martial arts didn't have any benevolence or righteousness, it was just a bloody path filled with death … "
"Oh … so that means he deserved to die," Feng Bujue said as he quietly approached He Yangxin's body.
At this moment, other than Lin Yan, everyone knew what he was going to do …
"What are you going to do?" Therefore, the only person who would ask this question was Lin Yan.
"I'm going to take something." When Feng Bujue replied, he had already skillfully searched the body and took out the [Sword Dance of the Grass] from He Yangxin's body.
When he took the item, the system notification immediately rang in his ears. [You have obtained the ownership of the [Sword Dance of the Grass]]. The other three players, just as Brother Jue expected, heard the system notification that [Main Quest Failed].
"This is the [Sword Dance of the Grass]?" Lin Yan asked calmly when Brother Jue put the item away.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue guessed something from the other person's question and asked tentatively, "You also know about this sword manual?"
"Of course I know." Lin Yan spoke frankly, there was nothing to hide, "Even if I'm not a person from Jianghu, this kind of information that everyone knows … How could I not know?"
"Then …" Feng Bujue rolled his eyes and said, "You … don't have any thoughts about this sword manual, right?"
"No." Lin Yan replied in a very normal tone.
When she said this, it was very convincing. After all … even if Pei Min, who wrote the [Sword Dance of the Grass], was resurrected, he probably wouldn't be her opponent …
"Oh." Feng Bujue also acted very casually and then said, "Then why are you here today …"
"I want to go out for a walk." Lin Yan replied.
If it was someone else who said this, they would definitely think it was nonsense … How could there be such a coincidence? The [Sword Dance of the Grass] appeared on the day she was traveling?
But, Lin Yan's words … didn't seem to be wrong.
"Oh ~ What a coincidence! I also want to go out for a walk. " When Feng Bujue heard this, he immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Since it's on the way, why don't we go together and chat for a while?"
"Sure, I wanted to have a chat with you." Lin Yan replied casually. Then, she went over to the white horse and continued to walk along the main street of Linlu Town.
Feng Bujue moved as fast as he could to Lin Yan's side and walked side by side with her.
"Boss Wang, our deal is still valid. Don't worry." Before they left, Brother Jue didn't forget to reassure Wang Qiong. After all, Wang Qiong was also one of the competitors for the [Sword Dance of the Grass]. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Feng Bujue very considerately greeted this NPC. What he meant was, "I will give the [Sword Dance of the Grass] to you later, but not now."
Wang Qiong was a smart person. According to his thinking … it would be better for Brother Jue to take the [Sword Dance of the Grass] first. As long as Brother Jue stood near Lin Yan, then both he and the [Sword Dance of the Grass] would be safe.
On the other hand, if Brother Jue gave the [Sword Dance of the Grass] to Wang Qiong now, Wang Qiong would be in a very awkward position. This was because the other two groups of players and the martial artists who were lying in ambush were all potential threats to the owner of the [Sword Dance of the Grass].
But … for Xu Huai Shang and the others, Feng Bujue's action was a bit shameless. After what he did, if the other two groups still dared to attack him, there was an eighty percent chance that they would be killed by Lin Yan.
But if they didn't attack, Brother Jue would be able to win the scenario one hour later …
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