No, Senior! I Really Don't Deserve It!

Call me brother.

"Ha?"

Before Sect Leader Lin could finish speaking, three question marks had already appeared on Jiang Lin's forehead.

etc...

What's going on with this guy?

You can call me "Uncle" or "Big Brother," but Uncle, you're at least two thousand years older than me, right?

Call me Big Brother?

Am I that old?

I'm still a young man in my early twenties!

"Sect Leader Lin, this might not be a good idea..." Jiang Lin said cautiously.

"Haha, what's wrong with that? Little brother, you don't know, I actually hit it off with you at first sight!"

Uncle Lin patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder.

"Although I am a little older than you, it doesn't matter. In the mortal world, there are eighty-year-old men who marry eighteen-year-old concubines. You and I are both cultivators, so what's wrong with recognizing each other as brothers?"

Moreover, with your exceptional swordsmanship talent, it is my honor to be your brother!

Jiang Lin was completely taken aback as this living history book patted him on the back.

What's going on? Why do I have this strange sense of déjà vu?

Giao li giao!

I remember now! Back then, Uncle Chen Huo also wanted to become sworn brothers with me to prevent me from harming his daughter!

These are exactly the same approach!

Although if he and Uncle Lin became sworn brothers, Lin Xiuxiu, the former number one beauty in swordsmanship, would become his sister-in-law.

As the old saying goes...

Nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing is more fun than making dumplings.

Of course, if we treat each other individually, I could call him father-in-law, he could call me younger brother, and I could also call him mother-in-law/sister-in-law; that doesn't seem like a bad idea...

No! Am I, Jiang Lin, that kind of person?

I, Jiang Lin, am devoted to my senior sister!

"Uncle Lin! Please stop talking!"

A strong will to survive made Jiang Lin's eyes clear, like those of a saint.

"Senior is my most respected elder, the embodiment of our swordsmanship! How could I possibly address him as a brother?"

If other swordsmen in the world knew this, wouldn't I be disgracing my seniors!

I, Jiang Lin, will absolutely not allow this to happen!

Senior is perfect! He is the light of our swordsmanship! He is the most dazzling star! He is an eternal god!

If Heaven had not given birth to a master, the way of the sword would have remained in eternal darkness!

Jiang Lin spoke with righteous indignation, each word ringing out with force and conviction, his eyes filled with respect.

Hearing Jiang Lin's praise, Lin Batian was stunned.

What started as mere deception turned into secret elation, followed by pride, and then smugness.

Later on, Lin Batian was so flattered that he became arrogant. When Jiang Lin uttered his final roar, Lin Batian even began to doubt himself.

[If Heaven had not given birth to Lin Batian, would the way of the sword have remained in eternal darkness?]

[Am I, Lin Batian, really that powerful?]

[Yes, I was actually very powerful! Back then, I was so full of vigor and ambition, able to defeat ten thousand demons with a single sword and even surpass Immortal with my sword. Countless young women fell in love with me!]

[What a pity! What a pity! She got married too early! What a shame!]

For a moment, Lin Batian truly admired this junior!

However, this also means we need to be more vigilant!

This guy's oral skills are amazing! He left me speechless in no time!

No wonder he lied to his own daughter! No! I absolutely cannot hand Qingwan over to him, or she'll definitely be kidnapped!

"I never imagined that I, Lin Batian, would be so highly regarded by you, Little Brother Jiang. Indeed, I was presumptuous."

Jiang Lin bowed and said, "No! Senior's kindness and generosity towards juniors are truly admirable. How can it be considered presumptuous? It is the junior's fault."

Lin Batian's mouth opened slightly.

Seriously?! You can lick that?!

It's not that I'm afraid of handsome scumbags, it's that I'm afraid of scumbags who are also educated and shameless!

This child must not be allowed to live!

But it feels so good to be licked...

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Batian patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault, but we really hit it off immediately. Otherwise, how about you become my godson, Lin Batian?"

"..."

Jiang Lin was also taken aback!

Is old ginger spicier?

It just goes to show that Lin Batian truly lived 2,000 years longer than Uncle Chen. They couldn't become sworn brothers, so he became Uncle Chen's adopted son.

If I became Lin Batian's godson.

Then Qing Lian would have to call herself "Onii-san," right?

So, if we calculate it that way...!

No, wait! I still lost out.

Even if I don't become Qing Lian's godbrother, I can still become her older brother.

But if I become Lin Dashu's godson, then I'll have to call my senior sister "Unnie-san".

No, I want my senior sister to call me "Ah Nata"!

"Senior Lin, I'm afraid this junior still cannot comply."

"What! Jiang Xiaozi, are you looking down on me? Do you think I'm not worthy to be your godfather?"

"That's absolutely not true!"

Jiang Lin raised his head, and his eyes conveyed only one word: sincerity!

"Senior Lin's bravery is known throughout the land, and his swordsmanship is renowned. Who in this Vast and Righteous World doesn't know Senior Lin's swordsmanship? But compared to Senior Lin, this junior is ultimately not worthy of his sword! I fear I will disgrace Senior Lin's swordsmanship, so it is this junior who is unworthy!"

"No! You are worthy! Your sword is more than enough to inherit my mantle!"

No! I don't deserve it!

You don't deserve it!

I don't deserve it!

"I already said you're not good enough!"

"No, senior! I'm really not worthy!"

Just as Jiang Lin and Lin Batian were arguing about whether they were worthy or not, Lin Xiuxiu and Lin Qingwan led Qing Lian and Niannian into the room.

The moment she saw Jiang Lin wake up, the girl's anxious and worried eyes finally relaxed completely, and she looked as if she wanted to rush forward.

But the thought of this Big Pig Trotter and that Fox Spirits from the White Empire making her so unhappy, like a jealous woman turning her head away with a huff.

"Husband, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'not a good match'?"

Seeing her husband and Jiang Lin refusing to admit their mistake, Lin Xiuxiu asked softly.

"Oh, senior wants to ask me something..."

Before Jiang Lin could finish speaking, Jiang Lin Batian suddenly embraced him:

"Hahaha, I was asking Little Brother Jiang if he wanted a key made for our Sword Hall. Little Brother Jiang, what do you say?"

Seeing Uncle Lin's gaze, Jiang Lin Jiang Lin n't help but feel amused, but instead of exposing him, he chose to do him a favor.

"Yes, Senior Lin asked me if I wanted to keep the keys."

"I asked the senior colleague which one to pair it with."

"I see."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiuxiu bowed slightly.

"Young Master Jiang, I apologize. A few days ago, I was practicing my sword and accidentally lost control, striking Young Master Jiang. If Young Master Jiang don't mind, I am willing to accept a blow from your sword."

"Madam Lin, you flatter me. It was just an accident. I'm perfectly fine."

Jiang Lin didn't believe a word Madam Lin said; this beautiful woman was wicked.

Jiang Lin couldn't possibly retaliate with a sword strike; after all, this was his future mother-in-law, unless he was tired of living.

"Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Young Master Jiang." Lin Xiuxiu stood up and smiled gently, pulling her husband aside. "Then I'll go prepare the meal for you, Young Master. Qingwan, please take good care of him. But please forgive the thin walls of this courtyard."

How could that be?

Jiang Lin's forehead was covered in cold sweat. This was a blatant warning; the unspoken message was, "You and Qingwan can share a room, but don't do anything inappropriate."

Although he was very unwilling, Lin Batian was still dragged away.

Only Jiang Lin and his senior sister remained in the room.

"Senior sister..."

"Snort!"

Jiang Lin called out softly. The woman, with her hands behind her back, turned her head with a huff, still throwing a tantrum.