"Brother Tian, Brother Tian..."
Lin Tian was reading intently when Ghost and Yun Xiaotian ran in from outside, shouting as they ran.
"What’s going on that has you so excited?" Lin Tian lifted his head from the pile of books, curiously. Ghost wasn’t soone who got easily excited, so sothing big might have happened.
Ghost moved the books aside on the desk, revealing Lin Tian behind them, and said, "Brother Tian, I’ve discovered sothing strange over the past two days. After the auction, not only did the number of Ancient Martial Artists in Qinglan Garden not decrease, but it increased. Can you guess why?"
Lin Tian blinked, not particularly concerned, and said, "I’m not part of the Ancient Martial World, how would I know what they’re up to? Maybe it’s so kind of festival. Does the Ancient Martial World have special festivals?"
"No," Ghost imdiately denied, waving his hand. "The Ancient Martial Artists gathered in Tang City are here for one thing, and that’s the Hua Ying Sword."
"Hua Ying Sword?" Lin Tian’s eyes flashed as he frowned.
"What, Brother Tian doesn’t know about the Hua Ying Sword?" Ghost misunderstood Lin Tian’s reaction, thinking he didn’t know, and explained: "Legend has it that the Hua Ying Sword and the Sky Soaring Sword were both swords carried by Emperor Zhuanxu. Their rank is on par with Violet Lightning and Azure Frost; they’re Divine Swords at the sect-protecting level."
Lin Tian didn’t explain further but frowned and said, "What? These Ancient Martial Artists want to seize the Hua Ying Sword?"
Ghost shrugged and said, "It’s said that they’re here to attend the Sword Viewing Assembly for the Hua Ying Sword. But human nature is unpredictable; who can say that so Ancient Martial Artists don’t have ulterior motives and are plotting to take the Hua Ying Sword?"
"Sword Viewing Assembly, haha, who ca up with this? What’s so interesting about looking at a sword?" Lin Tian chuckled to himself, ridiculing the idea, though a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
"I don’t know about that. It’s probably a rule from the Ancient Martial World. It satisfies the curiosity of various Ancient Martial Artists on one hand, and on the other, the hosts of the Sword Viewing Assembly have a chance to establish authority." Ghost analyzed.
"I can’t say about establishing authority, but one thing is certain: those aristocratic families will certainly try all sorts of ways to claim the Hua Ying Sword as theirs. I’ve seen so-called righteous sects, and they’re nothing special," Lin Tian said indifferently.
"Especially the Situ family, the most detestable," Yun Xiaotian said, still indignant about past events.
Lin Tian thought for a mont, then said, "A few days ago, I saw Shen Danxi at the entrance of Qinglan Garden, welcoming a group of people. From Shen Danxi’s attitude, those people seed important, but they haven’t shown up in the past few days, not even at the auction. I think they’re up to no good."
"Is Brother Tian planning to attend the Sword Viewing Assembly?" Ghost asked.
"When is the Sword Viewing Assembly?" Lin Tian asked casually.
Ghost thought for a mont and said, "I believe it’s these few days, but I don’t know the exact ti and place. We should follow the notification from Qingshuang Pavilion."
"Whether to go or not, I’ll decide when the ti cos," Lin Tian said casually, but inwardly he thought coldly, who cares about your Sword Viewing Assembly? No one is taking the Hua Ying Sword.
"Brother Lin, you’ve been cooped up here reading for days. What exactly are you studying?" Yun Xiaotian asked curiously.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, "Blacksmithing."
"Brother Tian ans sword-forging in the Ancient Martial World," Ghost, being perceptive, thought about it and said, "In this era dominated by firearms, does sword-forging still have significance? Can cold weapons compare to firearms in power?" As a rcenary, he naturally understood the power of firearms.
"In this world, when it cos to peak power, a nuclear bomb is the most destructive. When a nuclear bomb is unleashed, even the strongest Innate Expert would be obliterated. But nuclear weapons can’t be used whenever one wants, whereas Ancient Martial can. Ancient Martial Artists with good cold weapons are trendously powerful. You, skilled in special operations, should understand this reasoning." Lin Tian explained.
"I understand," Ghost nodded.
Seeing Lin Tian intended to return to his reading, they left after clarifying the matter. Lin Tian watched the Ancient Martial Artists passing outside the window, his eyes shining as he whispered to himself, "A Sword Viewing Assembly, better not turn into a Martial Arts Tussle, haha..."
Another day passed in reading, the next day the sa. No matter how lively it was outside, how many undercurrents surged, this secluded little building was like an oasis, quiet and peaceful.
Tang Banqing also adapted to Lin Tian’s reading speed, no longer supervising his study; the secluded little building had beco his domain. If he didn’t venture out, others didn’t dare enter.
In the evening, as Lin Tian was reading, Ghost and the other man rushed in again, more frantic than the day before. As soon as he entered, Ghost shouted, "Brother Tian, co quickly, soone is forcibly entering Qinglan Garden, and there’s a fight outside."
"Let them fight, what’s it got to do with ? It’s not the first ti," Lin Tian said, speechless. With so many Ancient Martial Artists gathered at Qinglan Garden, fights were normal.
In the past few days, there have been fights daily. If these Ancient Martial Artists didn’t fight one day, he’d find it odd. Lin Tian recalled that he’d had more than one fight with Situ Ruoling.
"Ahem, this ti is different; it seems Tang Ziqing, Aunt Wang, and Ling Pavilion Master, the three major Innate Experts, are involved. Aren’t you curious to take a look? Oh, right, the intruder seems to be a foreigner, and a beauty at that," Ghost added earnestly, his expression peculiarly odd.
Three major Innate Experts? Foreign beauty? Lin Tian froze, a thought flashed through his mind, no way! Lin Tian exclaid and tossed aside the books, his figure flickered, and he was already outside the door in a speed that stunned Ghost and Yun Xiaotian, leaving them open-mouthed for a while before they regained their senses and followed him out.
Lin Tian moved swiftly, and he hadn’t yet reached the entrance when he heard the commotion from ahead. Turning a corner, he saw a dozen people standing on Lin Yin Road, but they were rely onlookers, while the real confrontation was among several people in the middle of the road.
Tang Ziqing, Wang Wanxi, and Ling Zishan were standing in a semicircle, vaguely forming a besieging posture, facing a person opposite them. Upon seeing the person clearly, Lin Tian inwardly let out a cry of despair, "Oh crap."
The person was indeed the foreign beauty Ghost ntioned, stunningly beautiful, with golden hair exuding a magical allure and deep blue eyes like the ocean.
She wore a black long dress that accentuated her tall, slender figure, full curves, large bust, and wide hips—she was outstanding even among Western won, and her skin lacked the roughness common to Western won, being fair and delicate instead.
The male Ancient Martial Artists in the crowd couldn’t stop scanning her, and so even swallowed hard, captivated by her beauty and figure.
She stared straight ahead, with a proud and cold sneer at her lips, standing there calmly, her presence unaffected by the pressure of the three major Innate Experts.
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