If the Green Lotus Bears a Hero's Will, Say Not the Mortal World Has No Sword Immortal

"It cannot be, it cannot be!"

Xiao Zhan hurriedly pushed the Dou Skill manual back, making the corners of the three elders' mouths twitch.

That was an Earth-tier Dou Skill. Its value was extraordinary. Across the entire Jia Ma Empire, only members of the royal family could produce Earth-tier Dou Skills.

"You have done the Xiao Family such a great favor, and now you are giving us cultivation techniques. How could this old man continue asking for your things? Senior, please take it back."

Lin Che said softly, "Rest assured. This piece of Ancient Jade is quite useful to me. Keep these Dou Skills. They may help the Xiao Family flourish in the future."

Although Xiao Yan could not become a qualified alchemist without Old Yao, with his talent, breaking through to the final realm should not be a problem.

He might even obtain more cultivation resources, allowing him to rapidly increase his strength.

"This..."

Xiao Zhan looked somewhat embarrassedly at the Dou Skills in his hands. In the end, urged by the elders, he could only put them into his Storage Ring.

"I still have other matters to attend to. Patriarch Xiao, until we meet again."

Lin Che glanced at the members of the Xiao Family before turning and vanishing from the area, leaving behind only the ecstatic Xiao Family elders.

Now that they possessed Earth-tier cultivation techniques, no family in all of Wutan City would likely be able to contend with them.

"Patriarch, Nalan Yanran of the Nalan Family has arrived..."

After leaving Wutan City, Lin Che did not hurry back to his residence. Instead, he came deep into a relatively quiet forest. With his hands behind his back, he said softly, "Since you are here, come out. Following me for so long must have been tiring."

At that moment, black mist spread across an open area not far away. Moments later, shadows surged upward, eventually solidifying into the shape of a human figure.

The figure was wrapped entirely in a pitch-black robe. He raised his head slightly, revealing an aged, dark-skinned face.

"Heh, this little fellow is truly sensitive." The black-robed man chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "There are some things you cannot touch yet. Otherwise, you will have nowhere to go on this continent!"

"Miss may not have seen it, but that does not mean I did not. Hand over what Xiao Zhan gave you. Otherwise, you will not be leaving this place today."

Lin Che looked at the man before him and recognized his identity.

Ling Ying, one of the Gu Clan's retainers—a genuine Eight-star Dou Emperor.

"Your combat strength is formidable, but you are only a Five-star Dou Emperor. Hand it over."

Cold light flickered in Ling Ying's eyes. The black robe behind him billowed soundlessly, producing a piercing explosive crack.

"You are threatening me?"

"You may see it that way." Ling Ying snorted disdainfully.

Lin Che removed the wine gourd from his waist and tipped his head back for a deep drink. Then he said brightly, "Then let me see what is so extraordinary about a Dou Emperor from the Central Continent."

Ling Ying's brows twitched slightly. Seeing how unruffled Lin Che remained, he could not help but develop murderous intent.

Although Miss had said not to rashly kill anyone here unless absolutely necessary, matters had reached this point. He had no choice.

He did not know whether what Xiao Zhan had given Lin Che was the Tou She Ancient God Jade, but things had progressed this far. He had to investigate thoroughly.

Black light erupted around Ling Ying once more. With a flick of his sleeve, overwhelming black shadows surged violently from behind him. In an instant, the shadows soaring into the sky nearly obscured the entire heavens.

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting. I wonder whether your strength is as tough as your mouth."

"Arrogant brat, face my Myriad Shadow Bind!"

Ling Ying knew that the man before him was not easy to deal with. His body seemed to merge completely into the endless black darkness.

There were only a handful of Dou Emperors capable of discovering him, yet this man had detected the fluctuations of his aura from ten li away. That was enough to show that Lin Che's soul perception surpassed his own.

As Ling Ying gritted his teeth, his hand seals suddenly shifted. The black curtain filling the sky abruptly churned, and countless black ribbons burst from within, intertwining as they shot toward the white-robed man.

Lin Che did not panic. He slowly extended his right hand, and the sword at his waist flew from its sheath as if answering some summons.

"Once the long sword is drawn, how dare you petty wretches not retreat?"

Buzz!

A sword cry rang out.

In an instant, supreme Sword Intent erupted.

Lin Che made no fierce movements throughout, yet emerald light around him shot straight into the sky. The sword in his hand merely swept lightly before him.

Like a clear pool of green water, its edge was fully revealed.

"If the Green Lotus bears a hero's will, say not the mortal world has no Sword Immortal."

"Green Lotus Sword Song, rise!"

Buzz!

A piercing explosion rang out again.

The clear night sky seemed to freeze at that moment. Then, beneath Ling Ying's horrified gaze, a void-rending gash stretching a hundred zhang suddenly appeared.

"How is this possible?"

Ling Ying's figure shot backward, the expression on his face betraying his thoughts.

This man had torn apart space with a single sword strike!

"Hahaha, since you have come, brother, how could I let you leave?"

As the voice fell, Ling Ying's expression froze once more, because the voice had come from behind him.

Ling Ying immediately spun around. With a gloomy expression, he stared at the Sword Qi shooting toward him. His hand slowly emerged from his sleeve as black energy mist rapidly condensed in his palm. In the blink of an eye, it formed into a black spear over two meters long.

The spear's surface was covered in black patterns. Energy flowed over it like rippling water, while wisps of black qi curled upward, lending it an eerie aura.

Clang!

Blinding sparks flashed through the sky.

With such swift reactions, Ling Ying could be considered an exceptionally capable opponent even among Dou Emperors.

The corners of Ling Ying's mouth had just begun to rise when they suddenly froze. Cracks had appeared across the spear in his hand at a visible rate, before it exploded in his grasp.

Yet even after Ling Ying's spear shattered, the Sword Qi from before did not weaken. Instead, it grew increasingly fierce.

Ling Ying's pupils suddenly contracted. His hands moved rapidly, but he had no time to evade. He could only forcibly take the attack with his body. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body sent crashing toward the ground by that immense force.

Boom!

As the explosion suddenly rang out,

a cloud of dust rose from the dense forest.

Lin Che landed steadily on the ground, standing with his sword on his back. He said indifferently, "People speak of roaming the world with a sword, yet no one knows where the far shore of the sword path lies."

"After seeing this today, I hope you understand the gap between us."

Lin Che glanced at Ling Ying lying on the ground, blood continuously spilling from his mouth. Shaking his head in disappointment, he turned and left with a flourish.

Although Ling Ying's strength was not to be underestimated, he had failed to arouse Lin Che's interest.