Chapter 29 (2/2)
A thin figure with a black longsword strapped to their back walked towards him past the pond.
It was him!
Lin Duanjian?
The genius disciple ranked third among the Inner Residence disciples and had appeared at the Outer Residence Competition.
What was he doing here?
Lin Han’s eyes flashed with confusion as he said, “I wonder why Brother Lin Duanjian is here?”
“To kill you!”
Lin Duanjian’s gaze suddenly became extremely sharp as he immediately unsheathed his pitch-black longsword.
Clang!
A pitch-black sword Qi split the air like a black flash of lightning piercing the calm.
Rumble!
The ground right before Lin Han’s feet broke open.
It was only a millimeter off from Lin Han’s position; if that sword-light was a little nearer, it would have completely cut off Lin Han’s feet.
At this moment, Lin Han’s body did not move but his eyes glazed over coldly in an instant.
He could not move because that sword-light was too fast.
It was extremely sharp and extremely murderous!
This Lin Duanjian had achieved sixth tier martial arts!
Lin Han could not ward him off.
Lin Han did not say anything but his cold eyes peered at Lin Duanjian. His feet did not move even one millimeter and his body was as straight as a pike.
He would rather break than bend!
“I have to give you props, your mind is quite strong.”
Lin Duanjian suddenly laughed, however, his laugh carried a sense of murderous intent. “Outer Residence disciple Lin Jian was my younger brother and even if all of you made him sign the waiver, you still killed him in the end. So, I’ll kill you as well but not right now… At the Inner Residence Martial Arts Tea Party, I’ll kill you under the eyes of thousands of people so that your name will be removed from the Lin Clan Sect Residence’s books.”
As soon as his words fell, Lin Duanjian’s smile took on a cruel edge before he turned and left.
As Lin Duanjian’s figure gradually disappeared…
In his position, Lin Han’s expression was ice-cold as he stared at the ground that had shattered in a single attack from the sword; the rocks and the soil had completely crumbled. It was truly a sign of pure destruction.
At this moment, Lin Han truly realized the gap between him and the top three Inner Residence disciples was extremely large.
“Today’s disgrace at the sword means I’ll pay you back in blood by cutting off your head, Lin Duanjian!” Lin Han’s eyes were cold but his murderous intent boiled as he vowed silently to him.
…
That night was chilling as water.
In a pavilion somewhere in the Inner Residence stood Lin Han. He gazed through the window to look at the moon.
The Inner Residence Martial Arts Tea Party was four days away so he needed to improve himself as quickly as possible.
The skills of a Spirit Master were extremely strange and terrifying. Lin Han felt that if were to step into the practice of a Spirit Master, he would definitely bring to himself a lot more powerful skills.
However, Lin Han had always failed to communicate with the Golden Spirit Fire in his mind, which made him slightly disappointed.
How was he going to let himself walk the path of a Spirit Master?
It was not like Lin Han had not considered using his Blue Dragon soul to kill Lin Duanjian.
However, Lin Han had realized that any time he used his soul to approach Lin Duanjian, an indistinct sword intent seemed to surround Lin Duanjian.
If he were to use his soul to attack Lin Duanjian, the dragon might be cut by this shapeless sword intent.
This discovery made Lin Han instantly realize that even if a Spirit Master was strange and mysterious, they might not only be in fatal danger if they went against a Warrior that was much stronger than them, they might even end up with a broken soul.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Suddenly, the sounds of light footsteps sounded.
After the transformation of the Golden Spirit Fire, Lin Han’s five senses had strengthened greatly and he had immediately heard the footsteps.
Who was it coming here so late at night?
“Lin Han, are you in the pavilion?” The soft and clear voice of a young lady sounded from the outside.
This familiar voice, it was…
Lin Ruyan?
Lin Han’s eyes glimmered; what was she doing here?
Creak!
The red mahogany door to the pavilion was pushed open before Lin Ruyan walked in slowly.
The young lady was beautiful, her skin embellished with rouge. She was dressed in a light green gown that glistened in the candlelight.
Lin Ruyan seemed to notice Lin Han’s doubtful gaze. She smiled and walked over lightly, her slender hips swaying lightly as her pale wrists followed the moment. She made her way before Lin Han, her eyes roaming before she lightly said, “Lin Han, I want to make a deal with you.”