Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 109 - 107 Journey Part 1

Chapter 109: Chapter 107 Journey Part 1

Lin Xin hesitated for a moment before walking around the carriage.

The carriage was pitch black, engraved with many familiar patterns that resembled vines, spider webs, and even some kind of mysterious symbols.

Lin Xin walked over to the two horses pulling the carriage.

The eyes of the black horse were shockingly hollowed out into bloody holes, and there was no breath coming from its nostrils. Its body, covered in black fur, looked as full and alive as any other horse.

He reached out and gently touched the black horse’s fur.

It felt cold and stiff to the touch.

He stepped back a few steps, then looked again at the carriage. The open door seemed to be inviting him to board, the profound darkness hiding everything inside.

"These symbol patterns..." he suddenly remembered, "are Demon Talisman Seeds... those patterns!"

"Could this carriage be related to the Demon Talisman Seed I absorbed?"

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

Before he could think further, the carriage door slowly closed, and the two black horses began moving forward again.

The entire carriage soon vanished into the darkness on the right side.

Lin Xin hurriedly followed, only to find that there was just a high wall. Other than being a remote corner of a garden, there was no gate or door.

"Husband... Husband...?" Suddenly a faint voice, as if coming from far away, entered his ears.

"Huh..."

Lin Xin slowly opened his eyes and realized he was lying in bed. Next to him, Xiao Lingling looked at him with some concern.

"Husband, are you alright? I saw you stopped breathing just now and didn’t know what happened; I called you for a long time but there was no response..." Xiao Lingling said worriedly, stroking Lin Xin’s face, "Are you okay? Have you been too tired from practicing recently? Maybe we should rest a bit and not work so hard."

"I’m fine... I’m fine," Lin Xin took her hand, feeling the warmth in his palm, and smiled. "I’ve just been practicing a special secret technique recently, and it might be a bit strange, but don’t worry..."

"Really?" Xiao Lingling was somewhat skeptical.

"Of course, it’s true," Lin Xin quickly replied. He glanced outside at the light of dawn barely breaking, "It’s still early, you go back to sleep for a bit."

Reassured by his words, Xiao Lingling lay down again to sleep.

However, Lin Xin was recalling the dream he just had—the black carriage and its patterns, so similar to those on the Demon Talisman Seed. He had once taken imprints of the patterns from the Demon Talisman Seed and studied them extensively. Although he found nothing, he was very familiar with the structure and shape of the patterns.

Thus, when he saw the carriage, it felt very familiar to him. He quickly recognized that the patterns were indeed those from the Demon Talisman Seed.

"Demon Talisman Seed..." He noted this dream in his mind.

Outside the window, the snow was falling heavily. He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and opened the door.

Squeak...

Outside was a silver-white expanse, the ground covered with a thick layer of snow.

He crouched down and gently touched the snow.

"Looks like it snowed all night..."

Suddenly, his expression changed and the relaxed look on his face disappeared.

He gently brushed aside the top layer of snow in front of the door, revealing two deep wheel tracks beneath.

"The carriage... wheel tracks..."

A chill raced through Lin Xin’s heart as he suddenly understood.

"That was not a dream..."

At this thought, he quickly got up. Without bothering to dress properly, he went straight to the study.

He fetched the imprints of the Demon Talisman Seed patterns from the bookshelf and started to compare and inspect them closely.

The more he recalled, the more certain he became that the carriage must be related to the Demon Talisman Seed.

"Villa Master! The Winged Fiend Commander requests an audience," reported a trusted aide from outside the door.

"Winged Fiend?" Lin Xin put down the papers. The Winged Fiend was one of the external skill masters he had recruited in recent years—one whose Bagua Nine Dragons Fist was especially ferocious. He could even deliver blows with the terror of someone at the third layer of internal skills, thanks mainly to his Innate Divine Strength; he was nearly ten feet tall with his anomalously gifted nature.

"Let him in," he casually ordered.

Soon, a huge, pot-bellied giant, nearly ten feet tall, walked in.

"Villa Master! I have returned to report to you!" The Winged Fiend, his face covered in horizontal flesh, wore a spiked black leather armor, and carried a terrifying meteor hammer weighing over 200 kilograms on his back. The head of the hammer was as big as two human heads.

"Did you handle the Jiang Long family’s stronghold?" Lin Xin asked offhandedly, his eyes returning to the papers in his hand.

"Handled them, not a single soul spared!" The Winged Fiend grinned, "They dared to defy the Villa Master’s orders and audaciously set up a barrier to collect Silver Coin tolls over the river. They deserved death. With the help of the Le Fu City Naval Forces, I smashed their Dragon Gate swords in no time, hehe, it was really enjoyable! I didn’t expect the Jiang family’s people to be so fierce, charging at us without fear of death."

Lin Xin frowned slightly.

"You shouldn’t have personally killed the Dragon Gate leaders. That was the City Lord’s job," he said.

"Uh... I didn’t think much about it at the time; I just got carried away with the killing," The Winged Fiend, fearful of Lin Xin, immediately lowered his voice and scratched his head.

"Don’t do that next time," Lin Xin said flatly.

"Understood, understood!" The Winged Fiend quickly responded.

"You may leave now," said Lin Xin.

"Yes," the Winged Fiend turned and left quickly.

Lin Xin watched his retreating figure and shook his head slightly.

"The manor is now impregnable, fortified under layers of Talisman Swords, compounded with explosions. Even if someone from the Qi Refinement Realm invaded, they might not escape unscathed. People’s hearts are becoming somewhat rampant..."

Over the years, he had also roughly gauged his own strength. In reality, the enhancement of his attribute-enhancing Magic Artifact had reached a level that even he was unclear about.

A normal First Grade Spiritual Light Shield, originally capable of withstanding an Innate Strike up to the eighth layer, had now risen to the Second Grade Magic Artifact level under an eight-point enhancement of attributes, capable of withstanding three attacks from the Qi Cultivation Realm. This was a result he had personally calculated from comparisons.