There were no sacred immortals or Buddhas in this world, nor were there any immortal spells.
Cultivating martial arts to the utmost allowed one person to become an army, wielding peerless martial arts capable of taking a general's head amid a million troops. This was the only cultivation system in this world.
This was a fundamental truth of heaven and earth, proven by the entirety of human civilization over countless years.
There was no invisibility, only extraordinary movement techniques.
They knew everything, but they were unwilling to face reality.
Since Lin Lin had gone to work at the Cold Iron Mine on time, and this Mountain Gate was the only route leading there, yet they had not seen him pass by.
Then only one possibility remained: he had already become a First-Rate Expert, and his movement technique had reached an extremely high level.
Thinking back to several months ago, when their elders had praised his martial arts in front of them as already nearing the first-rate and humiliatingly told them to learn from him, it was clear that the possibility of Lin Lin having reached the first-rate realm was not merely ninety percent—it was at least that much.
They had constantly thought of defeating him and avenging their humiliation here at the busy Mountain Gate, only to fail to even catch sight of him. How stifling was that?
"Enough. Calm down."
"Even if he has already reached the first-rate, the four of us can join forces to wield the Four Seasons Swordplay. He will surely find it difficult to withstand us."
"Today, we must avenge our humiliation, cleanse away this disgrace and inner demon. Only then can our martial arts advance triumphantly in the future!"
Zhao ChuXue spoke through gritted teeth.
Though she spoke of remaining calm, only she herself