When Tang Yu arrived at the Joyous Union Sect, Lin Han was in secluded cultivation inside his cave dwelling.
"I knew it. If you weren't in Kyoto, you had to be here."
Seeing the old man in seclusion, Tang Yu took out two jade slips and tossed them to Lin Han. "Read them when you have time. There are twelve sword intents inside—learn them if you're interested. They'll benefit your ascension through the Dao of the sword."
Lin Han had been feeling rather annoyed after having his seclusion forcibly interrupted.
After catching the jade slips Tang Yu had thrown over, he glanced through them and wore an odd expression. "Why didn't you bring out something this good sooner?"
"Times have changed. The timing wasn't right."
Tang Yu laughed. "Though you might not need to ascend as a sword cultivator anymore. I brought you a huge gift."
"What huge gift?"
"Are eleven Tribulation Transcendence Realm bootlickers enough? I knocked them down from the Immortal Realm."
Tang Yu's words nearly made Lin Han jump to his feet.
Eleven Immortal Emperors who were bootlickers?
"Where are they? I'll kill them."
Removing the longsword from his back, Lin Han's face was filled with wild joy, and the sword aura around him could no longer be restrained.
Bootlickers at that level.
Killing even one would bring him a terrifying improvement in his Dao!
Tang Yu condensed the Snow Dao into a flying sword. The sword flew on its own to Lin Han, spun several times in the air, then pointed in a certain direction.
"I left Snow Dao marks on those people. Just follow the flying sword to find them."
Before Tang Yu had even finished speaking, Lin Han had already turned into a streak of sword light and shot away with loud laughter.
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