Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 390 - 384 Lion Fist Sect - Part One

Chapter 390: Chapter 384 Lion Fist Sect - Part One

"Children should have the simplicity of children," Lin Xin said indifferently. "With the Like-Abyss physique... You almost have a terrifyingly infinite amount of storage. If it were someone else, you might just be an ordinary Cauldron, but meeting me is your luck, as I possess the most suitable Cultivation Technique for you. This physique of yours, which could only serve as a support, may actually possess unimaginable, terrifying talent."

"So..."

Without any visible movement, he stepped aside, and with just a surge of Demonic Energy Field, the little girl was suspended in midair in front of him.

"Only by following me will you have a true chance to overturn your fate," his voice echoed like a demonic chant, carrying a strange sentiment that burrowed deep into the core of her heart.

"Fate...?" Shasha seemed to be shaken by something, and she stopped struggling.

In her mind, scenes she could never forget suddenly emerged.

Pain flashed in her eyes.

In front of the bright blaze, the terrifyingly tall dark silhouette.

With just a slight glance in her direction, that overwhelmingly destructive aura almost made her faint.

She also remembered the day when the peach blossoms were fluttering down from the sky; that person was holding a two-meter-long curved saber, as chilling and bizarre as a fallen moon.

"Let’s go."

Without caring about her, Lin Xin led Wang Peng and the others out of the room, passing by her without giving her a second glance.

"If you’ve made up your mind, come find me."

Once outside the inn, the group headed straight toward the direction of the Lion Fist Sect.

Rongyan asked curiously,

"My lord, is that little one’s physique really that impressive? So many powers want to capture her as a Cauldron? Even you are tempted to take her under your wing."

Not just him; others shared the same doubt. There were many with special physiques in this world, and if they were to take in everyone they encountered, there would be no end to it.

Lin Xin smiled and said, "That kid’s Like-Abyss physique is indeed a good quality talent to ordinary powers; that’s why so many are vying for her. But it’s nothing much for slightly more powerful forces. I was merely acting on a whim. If she can’t seize this opportunity herself, it’s her loss; letting her leave doesn’t matter to me."

"Acting on a whim?" Qiuling laughed strangely.

"What’s that expression for? You think I’m coveting that little girl’s beauty?" Lin Xin suddenly said, his expression turning weird.

"Yes, yes, yes, you’re the esteemed Crown Prince with great power. If you wished for such a type of little lady, all it would take is one word, no need for such trouble, right?" Qiuling was rather bold, daring to joke with Lin Xin in such a manner.

Without a word and shaking his head, Lin Xin couldn’t be bothered to explain.

He really had only acted on impulse, casually offering that little one a chance. Her Like-Abyss physique was very suitable for practicing Red Spine Sect’s Body Cultivation Technique, the Giant Anaconda Wansha Technique of the Two-Faced Kingdom’s Yu Mansion, with its inexhaustible reserve of power, coupled with the endless condensation of the Giant Anaconda Wansha Technique, was a perfect match.

But if she didn’t make the grade, then so be it.

Liaocheng was a special city primarily engaged in the trade and transaction of minerals. On the streets, carts were seen slowly moving along, pulled by oxen loaded with coal and iron ore. The choking smell of burning coal was everywhere.

The residents one saw mostly had pale complexions and didn’t seem very energetic.

The urban area was large, with continuous vermilion walls surrounding large swathes of gray-black buildings, and the City Guard Army could be seen patrolling everywhere with their flags.

After passing through a somewhat dilapidated district, the streets on both sides gradually became bustling. The crowd’s clothes and appearances were much finer, and their complexions looked healthier.

Makeup stores, bookstores, jewelry and clothing, among other various shops, continued without end.

"This is the Lion Fist Sect, a branch not far from where we live. The main Mountain Gate is well hidden and we can’t find it for the time being. However, we can achieve our goal by acting through this branch," Wang Peng led the group to a gray-white stone archway.

A stone plaque was hung above, with several large characters: Lion’s Fist Way.

At the door, young people in white practice clothes were coming and going. Each one strong and well-built, exuding power and strength. Even the occasional woman one saw had evenly toned muscles with defined lines. There was no trace of the so-called delicate and cute air of femininity.

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

The chubby man looked at Lin Xin, ready and eager to take the lead.

Gazing at the entrance before them, a glint of light flashed in Lin Xin’s eyes.

"We find a Foundation Establishment Cultivator skilled in Taoist Intent and we take him directly."

"Understood!" The chubby man chuckled, examining the Mountain Gate intently.

"Stop looking. A Foundation Establishment Cultivator is at least Third Grade Level and wouldn’t just casually appear in a branch like this," Qiuling said irritably.

"Indeed, so we need an opportunity to draw them out," Lin Xin smiled. "Let’s eat something first."

The group found a nearby restaurant and ordered a table of food and drinks, eating slowly while they waited for anyone from the Lion Fist Sect branch who might be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator to turn up.

However, after waiting for half a day, they didn’t see any individuals whose cultivation was higher than Intent Level going in or out of the Lion Fist Sect. The highest were a few at Heart Level, and even they were few in number.

"Still no one. Shall I go and investigate? Find out which famous Foundation Establishment Cultivators are in the Lion Fist Sect, and we can target one?" Wang Peng said, growing impatient.

"Sure," Lin Xin replied unhurriedly, casually nodding his head. In the meantime, he took the opportunity to distribute the 32 points of Demon Talisman Seed Attributes he had just absorbed evenly across his own attributes.

Exactly eight points each, along with his original 137 points, made it 145. Thus, his average for all attributes reached 145 points.

These eight points didn’t mean much to the vast base of attributes; even Lin Xin only felt a slight sense of improvement. If he didn’t pay close attention, it was impossible to notice any change at all.

After Wang Peng left, more people began to flood into the tavern. A withered old man holding a lute walked in, found a spot, and sat down with practiced ease, then started to slowly strum the lute. The somewhat desolate sound of music echoed continuously throughout the tavern.

The people who came in to listen to the music were also odd. Under normal circumstances, everyone liked to listen to cheerful and pleasant music. A melancholic style like this was usually unpopular, but here, it seemed to draw a full house of customers.

Lin Xin was also interested in the old man’s lute playing. The music was indeed good, showing profound skill, but not quite enough to attract so many people.

However, after one song, the old man’s music stopped. He set the instrument aside and pulled out a wooden board from his sleeve.

A crisp snap resounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let’s continue where we left off! Peng Ziliang rides eight hundred li to rush to help, and Hua Mengyu, after nine years among the mountains, whips the heroes to action! Speaking of the turmoil in the Central Prefecture, where many heroes rise, the main theme is still the struggle between the Immortal Alliance and the Demon Sect. Since the battle at the Plains in March, successive events unfolded in May with the Blood Case at Qiu Hu Gorge. Eighty-one Third Grade and above masters gathered the essence blood from all over the province, turning it into a blood banner to suppress the Demon Sect Elder True Heir..."

At first, Lin Xin listened as if it were just an ordinary storytelling session, but as time went on, he felt something was amiss.

The cases and major events the old man described matched recent major events quite well, just with different names and places. In most cases, the Immortal Alliance was portrayed as treacherous, deceitful, and shamelessly hypocritical, while the Demon Sect was depicted as true gentlemen of bright and bold righteousness.

Subtly, among the audience who came to listen, he spotted a few who had the insignia marking the subordinate forces of the Red Spine Sect on their sleeves.

"The Demon Sect seems to be another name for the Red Spine Sect; it looks like the Red Spine Sect is secretly promoting themselves."

A speculation formed in his mind.

Soon, Wang Peng returned from his investigation.

"Sir, I’ve got some information. The recent Foundation Establishment Cultivator is residing in this city incognito. However, his whereabouts are unpredictable, and no one knows his exact location. He only appears to resolve unsolvable matters at the branch. This makes things simple," Wang Peng said, sitting down and whispering his report.

"Unsolvable matters, eh?" Lin Xin smiled. "The results are in. Fatty, Fei Pengzi, come with me."

"Yes, Sir."

It seemed a silent resolution was out of the question.

Lin Xin had already anticipated such an outcome.

Yet, with his current abilities and strength, even if he had to confront them directly, he wouldn’t encounter much resistance. He simply preferred not to make such a show of it.

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Bang!

Several men in white clothes were thrown back by a tremendous force, crashing to the ground.

The signboard of the Lion Fist Sect was carelessly thrown onto the ground, and someone forcefully stepped on it with a foot.

"Your Lion Fist Sect claims to be the number one sect in Liaocheng, but not a single one of you is able to put up a fight?"

Inside the Lion Fist Sect’s compound, on the vast sparring field, a large group of disciples who had been practicing martial arts warily surrounded three unfamiliar men.

"Who are you people!"

"Dare to cause trouble at our Lion Fist Sect, are you tired of living and think your life’s too long?"

A bunch of burly disciples with fierce expressions were eager to take action, rubbing their hands together, ready to gang up and start a brawl.

"Are they here to pick a fight?"

A few extraordinarily muscular men, each towering over two meters tall, well above the average male adult in height, shouldered their way through the crowd.

"They said they have come to challenge us. Heh, they truly know not what death is," sneered a man with a pointed chin.

"So, do we follow the usual rules, smash their jaws and throw them out, or what?"

The bulky men who entered had shaved heads, and even their eyebrows were completely removed, giving them a menacing and ferocious appearance.

The tallest among them, with balloon-like massive muscles bulging on his arms, stood there, an extreme muscular figure, verging on the grotesque.

"I am from the Nan Family. The current deputy head of the branch. You three..." He glanced at the several people knocked to the ground and the signboard, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Have you decided how you want to die?"

"Are you the strongest one here?" The three newcomers were Lin Xin, Fei Pengzi, and Fatty.

Of course, they had changed their appearance and adopted new names.

"Die? By your hand?"

Fei Pengzi was the first to step forward; among the three, his cultivation was the lowest, and it was agreed beforehand that he would take the lead.

"My master travels the world, looking for masters to test his sword against, and yet he has never met anyone capable of causing his death!"

Fatty’s face twitched slightly, and he muttered quietly, "Honestly speaking, this guy’s threat lacks force. Boss, should we switch and let me do it?"

Lin Xin couldn’t be bothered with him. Motionless, with eyes slightly closed, he posed as a master.