Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 747 - 742: New World 2

Chapter 747: Chapter 742: New World 2

Groups of sturdy, dark-skinned men with braided hair were laboring to move things on the dock.

Among the wooden ships, there would occasionally be a white, metal ship mixed in.

The puffing sound of steam engines rose continuously.

At a glance, Lin Xin felt as if he had suddenly returned to Earth, just in a different era.

On the docks, one could occasionally see foreigners under the escort of soldiers, walking towards another concession in the city, laughing and chatting, with some even having carriages waiting for them.

This was completely different from the other dirty and cluttered dock area.

Over there, people were cleaning everywhere, and it was so clean that it was almost impossible to see any dirt.

"Where is the Origin... exactly?"

Lin Xin frowned slightly, constantly pondering in his mind and expanding his spiritual sense to scan everything around him.

He didn’t want to stay here too long, as a great calamity was approaching the Mortal Realm of the main world, and if he didn’t hurry back to preside over the Land for God Worship, danger could arise at any time.

Standing by the dockside, he quietly watched the large and small ships slowly coming and going.

"Elder Chen!"

Suddenly, a servant rushed towards him from afar.

"It’s not good, not good!!"

"What happened?"

Lin Xin frowned; he recognized the person, who was one of the servants from his Chen residence.

"The Family Head has been captured! He has already been taken to jail!"

The panting servant hurriedly spoke.

"Captured?"

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes.

"Lead the way, I’ll take a look."

"Eh... Master, where are you going?"

"To the place where Chen Jun was taken."

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Fate Inn.

Chen Jun was dragged out of the jail cell by several people and was immediately held hostage and taken into an antique, mahogany reception hall.

Inside, sturdy men guarded the place, one every ten steps, each one looking fierce and robust, clearly martial artists.

In the main seat of the reception hall sat an elderly man dressed in brocade, holding an iron mace in his hand.

There was also a man in a pale blue robe with a bitter smile beside him; his temples were gray, showing that he was middle-aged.

"How is your consideration going, Brother Yu? With the foreigners setting up these challenges, our Xianwu Association must respond, but even the bigshots are not confident they can match that strongman."

The brocade-clad elder stared earnestly at the man in the pale blue robe.

"I really do not wish to become embroiled in these troubles..." said the man with a bitter smile.

"What kind of troubles could this be?"

The elder swept his hand grandly.

"We martial artists seek such times to serve our country and nation, not to let the foreigners look down upon us! With the national crisis looming and the Righteous Army rising everywhere, our country’s strength is greatly weakened. If even your spirit falters, then what sense does it make for us to have practiced martial arts for so many years!?"

He spoke with impassioned fervor.

But the middle-aged man shook his head.

"Grandmaster Mu was surrounded and attacked by a foreigner firearm squad in Huanhai, killing more than twenty men before eventually being overpowered by gunshots and succumbed to multiple wounds. We have practiced martial arts for many years, but in the face of firearms, even the Grandmaster Realm cannot contend..."

He seemed somewhat disheartened.

Chen Jun was brought to one side to stand and wait for his fate.

The two men seemed to act as if they hadn’t seen him at all, talking merrily amongst themselves.

"By the way, Lord Zhao, you have captured the Chen Family Head. Is something the matter?"

The man in the pale blue robe finally seemed to notice Chen Jun standing to one side and casually asked.

"It’s nothing, just that the old man of his family slapped my nephew so hard that he still can’t get out of bed to this day.

This matter needs to be settled."

Lord Zhao slightly narrowed his eyes as he smiled, a hint of danger emanating from him.

"My lord! The Chen Family Head has arrived."

Suddenly, an announcement came from outside.

Lord Zhao immediately stood up.

"Let’s go and see for ourselves what Chen Ji has done to think he can directly oppose me."

"Oppose you?"

Before the words were finished, a chilling voice came from outside the door.

Lin Xin took a step forward, and he was already at the entrance of the reception hall.

On his back shone a Pine Patterned Longsword.

"Zhao Xinde, I didn’t want to get tangled up with you, but since you’re asking for death, you can’t blame me."

Lin Xin drew his longsword with his backhand.

"Since it’s Jianghu business, let’s settle this matter according to the rules of Jianghu."

Zhao Xinde casually handed the iron mace to a burly man beside him.

"Impressive! Chen Ji, you were once injured by my older brother, and now you have the audacity to show up for a contest. It seems your old injuries must have fully healed," he said, his words seemingly linked to the past with the original Chen Ji.

Hiss!

Lin Xin brandished his sword, and a fierce bloodstain slowly appeared on his forehead. This was the scar from when Chen Ji’s Qi Cultivation went awry and he bled from his forehead—now, as Qi surged, blood seeped out anew.

An even more ferocious killing intent than Chen Ji ever possessed burst forth from his body.

Whoo...

With merely Sword Intent, all those present in the reception hall couldn’t help but shiver.

"You!!?"

Zhao Xinde obviously realized something was wrong and opened his mouth to speak.

Hiss... Swish!

A streak of red light suddenly flared.

Zhao Xinde hurriedly tried to dodge to the side, but it was already too late.

His martial skills, honed bitterly over decades, faced with this sword, had nowhere to evade—their speed was still much too slow!

Ah!!

A scream rang out, and Zhao Xinde’s body, from head to toe, was suddenly cleaved into two pieces with a splat.

Blood and viscera spread instantly across the ground.

This moment sent a wave of cold dread straight to the heads of everyone present, including Chen Jun.

Goosebumps erupted uncontrollably all over their bodies.

Ah!!

Someone started screaming, their mind unhinged by the fright of that sword strike.

"Master Zhao... he’s actually dead?!?!"

The man in the pale blue robe stood dumbfounded, staring at the corpse on the ground.

"I am no longer the Chen Ji of old!"

Lin Xin glanced around at all those present. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the mark between his eyebrows.

"He killed Master Zhao! Kill him!!"

"Kill! Murder!!"

"Quick, report to the Government!!"

Some of the burly men from Xianwu Association charged forward attempting an assault while others turned and ran, heading to seek the help of the city’s Government forces.

Lin Xin showed no mercy, striking with his sword, whoosh whoosh whoosh, killing more than a dozen people in succession.

He turned the guest hall into a river of blood, the stench of gore filling the air.

"Everything must be done by oneself, it seems I must establish a passage quickly so that Lu Li and the others can come over."

Thoughts churned within Lin Xin’s mind.

If the source couldn’t be found immediately, then he would follow the original plan and expand his forces, broaden his manpower until he found the target.

"Father..." Chen Jun, scared pale, shook all over, pushed forward by two large men to hide in front.

"What a coward!"

Lin Xin was most irritated by such men lacking courage; they were simply unbearable and a nuisance to behold.

Had it not been for his filial piety, Lin Xin would have casually killed him with the same sword.

"The rest of you, roll back and tell your so-called Xianwu Association, if you trouble me again, don’t blame me for my merciless eradication!"

Lin Xin glanced at the man in pale blue, refraining from further attacks, and proceeded to walk over and with two whooshes of his sword, eliminated Zhao Xinde’s close followers.

Upon exiting the courtyard, the gatekeepers had already scattered, evidently having witnessed the combat within.

Taking Chen Jun with him, Lin Xin immediately returned to the trading house and then swiftly left.

The slaughter of more than a dozen people, even in this chaotic era, was an extremely frightening major incident.

It was bound to cause a huge commotion.

Ignoring the pleas of his daughter and son, he prepared provisions and drinking water for an overnight departure.

Lin Xin directly ascended the mountain, returning to the Taoist Temple.

He planned to immediately establish the passage.

This time he came, he had brought enough core essence of fusion to create the passage.

Having set up the Formation with ease, government troops showed up to search the mountain on the third day.

Fortunately, with his well-trodden path, the passage was quickly stabilized.

Inside the secret chamber.

Lin Xin watched as Lu Li emerged slowly from the Light Gate.

Lu Li was fully clad in armor, her expression stern, two longswords at her waist, and in her hand, she held a Marshal’s helmet adorned with silver phoenix feathers.

"Paying respects to Honored Master!"

Upon seeing Lin Xin, she quickly knelt on one knee, bowing deeply in respect.

"This is a brand-new world. The mortals here have mastered a very powerful force. I need your assistance," Lin Xin spoke, hands clasped behind his back.

"Willing to serve the Honored Master!"

Lu Li responded respectfully.

Followed by her, Wang Tong and Zhao Wumian emerged from the Light Gate.

Lin Xin had only summoned these few individuals over, as the rest were diligently cultivating in seclusion. These few were more experienced in worldly affairs and better suited to adapt to this era, facilitating easier integration here.

"The purpose I have in bringing you here is to establish a branch of the Lake Mountain Sect in this place."

"A branch? To open up new territory?"

Zhao Wumian immediately showed interest. Now over three hundred years old, although he hadn’t reached the Fifth Rank and was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul, his Body Cultivation prowess made even some of those who had ascended to the Fifth Rank as Human Immortals quite wary of him—a perfect fit for this world.

"Correct, this will be the second world for our Lake Mountain Sect. Therefore, I need your help to take action. In addition to establishing the Sect, we also need to find a few things," explained Lin Xin.

"Honored Master, rest assured. We will devote our full efforts," the three assured Lin Xin earnestly.

"Good!" Lin Xin nodded, satisfied.

These three were the most suitable candidates for experiencing different worlds. With Lu Li wielding deadly weapons as a commander, Zhao Wumian with his fine management skills and strength, and Wang Kongyan with her overwhelming Fate, he had brought her over to test whether her Fate was effective in only one world or universally so.

"Lu Li, your armor needs to be modified," Lin Xin instructed.

"As you command, Honored Master."

"No, it’s not necessary," Lin Xin suddenly stopped her.

"If we want to establish a Sect and make a name, your appearance in armor, different from ordinary people, will surely cause a sensation."

Lin Xin pondered for a moment.

"I will bestow upon the three of you three strands of Spiritual Light to amplify your bodily and mental strength, enhancing everything overall. It will dissipate only after you leave this realm."

For convenience, he let white light flow from his body, transmitting hundreds of points to the three individuals.

Immediately, all three showed expressions of agony. Even Zhao Wumian, with his dedication to Body Cultivation, found the sudden increase hard to bear, though he felt slightly better than the others.