Five Elements Severing Steel Saber Technique

In the courtyard.

Lin Changqing held a long saber, practicing the saber technique move by move.

In truth, Lin Changqing had never learned any orthodox saber martial skill. This set of saber techniques had been created by him based on the Five Elements Technique, incorporating methods such as hammering from forging.

It was a saber technique he had created himself.

Lin Changqing named it the Five Elements Severing Steel Saber Technique.

Clang, clang...

The Jingzhe Saber in Lin Changqing's hand slashed out like a swimming dragon. His feet moved through the Deer Fist of the Five Elements Technique, like a Spirit Deer weaving through the forest.

Yet his saber momentum was mighty and heavy, as though it carried the force of Splitting Mountains and Breaking Peaks.

With every slash and stance, astonishing blade edges burst forth, cleaving the air with the speed of thunder.

He practiced the Five Elements Severing Steel Saber Technique again and again in the courtyard, progressing from unfamiliarity to proficiency, then mastery.

In merely half a day.

He had already trained this saber technique to perfection.

Of course!

The main reason he had attained such proficiency was that he had created this saber technique himself.

Coupled with his powerful spiritual force, which allowed him to examine his body inwardly at every moment.

He observed the changes within himself each time he swung his saber.

Striving to unleash the greatest power with the least amount of strength.

That was how he had reached the level of perfection in merely half a day.

Night gradually shrouded the land.

When the evening glow rose, Lin Changqing finally stopped practicing his saber. He frowned slightly and looked up at the sunset clouds on the horizon.

A trace of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

"Hu Zi still isn't back at this hour. Nothing could have happened to him, could it?"

Lin Changqing murmured softly.

After only a brief hesitation, he immediately strapped the Jingzhe Saber to his back and left the courtyard, heading straight for the Clan Chief's home.

By usual standards, the convoy should have returned long ago by this time.

Yet there was still no sign of it. Something had most likely happened. He was going to Clan Chief Lin Yuntang's home because Lin Yuntang kept a horse there.

Lin Changqing intended to borrow it.

Anxious, Lin Changqing pushed his speed to the limit. He was like a Spirit Deer racing wildly through the forest.

His figure was almost impossible to make out.

Before long, Lin Changqing stopped at the entrance to Lin Yuntang's home.

To his surprise, Lin Yuntang was sitting on the steps outside his door, craning his neck in anticipation.

By the looks of it, he was clearly waiting for the convoy to return.

"Clan Chief..."

Lin Changqing immediately walked over and bowed to Lin Yuntang.

"Changqing, it's you! What brings you here?" Lin Yuntang looked at Lin Changqing and quickly asked.

His attitude was extremely courteous.

He did not treat Lin Changqing as a junior at all, but as an equal.

The matter of Lin Changqing severely injuring Liu Yantao of the Divine Weapon Pavilion with one punch yesterday had already spread throughout Green Mountain Village.

By now.

Who in Green Mountain Village did not know that Lin Changqing had Entered the Ranks of Martial Dao.

And become a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist.

Naturally, everyone's attitude toward Lin Changqing had changed.

There was now a little more respect and fear.

A Ranked Martial Artist, even merely a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist, was an unreachable legend to the people of Green Mountain Village.

Such a person was destined to stand high above them.

He was not someone they could hope to associate with.

"Clan Chief, I've come to borrow a horse from you."

Lin Changqing said in a grave voice, "The convoy still hasn't returned. I'm worried something happened, so I plan to go meet them..."

"You're leaving the village now?"

Lin Yuntang was startled, then immediately overjoyed. "All right, I'll go lead out the horse right away."

As the Clan Chief of Green Mountain Village, how could Lin Yuntang not know that with the convoy still absent, something had likely truly happened.

But these were troubled times.

Bandits ran rampant, and human lives were as cheap as grass.

The sky had already darkened. Leaving the village at this time to search for them was an exceedingly dangerous undertaking.

But since Lin Changqing was willing to go, things were different.

In Lin Yuntang's eyes, Lin Changqing was a martial dao expert who had entered the ranks. With him personally taking action, nothing could be better.

Very soon.

Lin Yuntang led out a Dark Red Horse.

"Changqing, night has fallen, and it isn't peaceful outside. You must be careful."

After handing the reins to Lin Changqing, Lin Yuntang warned him solemnly, "If things cannot be done, don't try to be a hero. Return at once..."

"Don't worry, Clan Chief... I'll be careful."

Lin Changqing nodded.

Without another word, he swung onto the horse and galloped toward the village exit.

In his previous life, he had learned horsemanship for a time. Combined with the Heaven-Defying Comprehension of this life, his riding skills had become even more formidable.

In only a few minutes, he had completely mastered the Dark Red Horse.

Once outside the village, he immediately spurred it into a wild gallop.

He raced straight toward Fengle County Town.

Behind him!

Lin Yuntang watched Lin Changqing vanish beyond the end of his line of sight and let out a Long Sigh. "I only hope Changqing can bring Yongteng and the others back..."

His own son and grandson were in the convoy. How could he not be worried?

But alas, he was powerless. Lending the horse from his home to Lin Changqing was the only thing he could do.

The sunset clouds were like blood.

Lin Changqing galloped all the way, pushing his speed to the limit.

Half an hour later.

When Lin Changqing arrived at the foot of Clear Wind Mountain, his gaze immediately sharpened. He saw blazing firelight ahead and heard the sounds of battle.

It was Green Mountain Village's convoy.

At that moment, they were being besieged by a group of bandits and retreating step by step.

They had already been forced into a mountain hollow.

There was no way back.

Lin Hu and the others wore terrified expressions as they crowded tightly together. Every one of them was covered in blood and wounds.

Their faces were deathly pale from excessive blood loss.

They were clearly at the end of their tether.

Several corpses lay around them as well, no longer even resembling human beings, their flesh and blood mangled into a blur.

They were all members of the convoy, slain beneath the Mountain Bandits' chaotic blades.

Of the convoy's fifteen people, only seven were still alive—not even half. And by the looks of it, they would all die here today.

"You damned bastards! You dare lay hands on Green Mountain Village's convoy? My brother is a martial dao expert who has entered the ranks. He'll definitely avenge us..."

Lin Hu roared with a savage expression.

"Hahaha..."

Lin Hu's words immediately drew boisterous laughter from the Mountain Bandits.

The leader among them, a man with a face full of whiskers, casually swung the great saber in his hand and rested it on his shoulder.

He sneered coldly. "Boy, you're trying to scare the Black Mountain Bandits? Do you take us for fools? Today, I'll split you alive and see whether that brother of yours dares come looking for trouble with us..."

As he spoke.

Whiskers waved the great saber in his hand.

A streak of Blade Light, cold as frost beneath the moon, chopped straight toward Lin Hu.

It was swift and vicious.

Lin Hu's face changed drastically, and he was Shivering with Cold.

The aura of death enveloped his entire body, and despair rose in his heart.

He did not resist. The gap was too vast; resistance would be useless. Instead, he closed his eyes in despair.

And waited for death to descend.

Clang...

At that moment, a streak of Blade Light swept across the sky like moonlight, carrying the Sound of Breaking Air like thunder.

It lit up the Night Sky.

"Ah..."

The next instant, a Piercing Scream rang through the heavens.

Whiskers' saber strike toward Lin Hu came to an abrupt halt. The entire arm holding his saber, accompanied by a spray of blood, flew into the air.

At some unknown moment.

There was already another person beside Lin Hu.

A young man dressed in a coarse black robe, his face as frosty as ice.

It was Lin Changqing.