Chapter 785: The Sword Saint and Sister Su

Chapter 785: The Sword Saint and Sister Su

What a stroke of bad luck, running into this guy.

Lin Nuo cursed under his breath. What kind of chaos is this? Who arranged it? Just when he stepped out to buy some rations, he bumped into this person? Couldn’t he just relax and fish in peace?

And hey, brother, you’re a grand Sword Saint! Why are you walking on the ground instead of soaring above? That’s just lowering your status. Come on, you can’t do that!

Lin Nuo decided he didn’t want to chat with the cultists any longer. No need to smash their heads in; it was time to retreat.

Quietly withdrawing, he hoped not to be spotted by the Sword Saint.

So, Lin Nuo slipped away, leaving the cultists gaping in shock, still trying to grasp what just happened.

This guy is so strong! Who on earth is he??

Wait, where did that kid go?

In an instant, Lin Nuo was gone, speeding off with his back quickly disappearing.

“This… this is the Sword Saint!”

Only the cultists realized what was going on, gasping in horror.

The Sword Saint was revered and adored by the people at first, but people change. Gradually, he wasn’t the hero who defended the weak anymore.

On the busy streets, even the Sword Saint would casually unleash his tremendous power, injuring innocent civilians in the process.

Everyone panicked and fled in all directions, as if they had seen a monster—like the end of the world had come.

At this moment, the Sword Saint noticed Lin Nuo.

His sharp gaze shifted to the fleeing youth, and then swords surged forth, a multitude of sword intent flooding the air.

Lin Nuo felt an intense aura and turned around.

Good heavens, this is a market! And you’re here playing with overwhelming sword intent?

Are you trying to destroy the place?

Scary.

I thought you were a righteous person, but now it seems you’re just a villain in righteous clothes.

Like me, Lin Nuo.

Whatever, I’m outta here.

With the wind beneath his feet, Lin Nuo dashed away, but the Sword Saint had already locked onto him, swords hurtling through the air.

Why the urgency? You’re just a villain too, wrapped in righteous garb. What are you so fixated on?

Could it be because of that angry bird last time?

Alright, I’ll give you another one.

To deal with the Sword Saint, you can’t follow the ordinary tactics—just go against the grain.

Directly provoke him; push his buttons. If he loses his cool, he’s bound to make mistakes.

Don’t let that calm demeanor fool you. Lin Nuo’s insulting move affected him.

Pathetic.

But a red spirit bird flew wildly backward. It started small but grew larger with each flap, round and fluffy like a little ball.

Facing the barrage of flying swords, the spirit bird mimicked its master—light, nimble, and graceful, dodging blow after blow like it was weaving through a stream of swords.

Its evasion and offense were impressive, effortlessly dodging the incoming blades.

Close to the Sword Saint now.

Boom!

An explosion erupted.

There was no real damage, just a provocative show.

After the explosive burst of the angry bird, a cloud of black smoke emerged, forming a large character:

“Cabbage.”

Right in front of the Sword Saint, Lin Nuo tossed him that word—cabbage.

Nobody dared to do that before; Lin Nuo was the first.

Very few could escape the Sword Saint’s onslaught, and practically no one played around with him like this.

The fellows from the Refining Demon Sect were always troubled by him; who would dare provoke him like this?

It was low on damage but high on humiliation; the Sword Saint was insulted once more.

Same trick, falling for the same ruse again.

Even if he usually remained calm as a still lake, it was impossible to contain himself now.

He had met a difficult opponent.

A long battle could bring victory, but facing someone he could not defeat—he must crush him.

The Sword Saint maintained an impassive expression, continuing to pursue Lin Nuo, with swirling swords beckoning in a dazzling display of spirit blades.

The entire street was a scene of chaos, as people scrambled to escape. This was serious—was the Sword Saint going to wipe this place off the map?

“Damn Sword Saint, how did he become like this?”

“Sigh, I used to admire him a lot; what was I thinking?!”

“I hope someone punishes him.”

“Lin the Knight! The Sword Saint’s crimes will surely reach Lin the Knight! He should be able to punish him; we hope Lin the Knight takes action!”

…

The common folk chattered, and Lin Nuo heard it all.

He was left dumbfounded, his head spinning.

What the heck? You’ve got a villain like me tasked with punishing this evil Sword Saint?

This setup makes no sense—now the Sword Saint is the villain?

These foolish people must be dazed. How could I possibly save you?

In this situation, you better pray that Su comes to your rescue.

But according to the storyline, he remembered that Su hadn’t dealt with the Sword Saint.

Time to run.

Lin Nuo dashed away, and the Sword Saint, persistent in his pursuit, kept chasing Lin Nuo, but Lin Nuo played it sly, keeping just far enough so the Sword Saint would feel a glimmer of hope, thinking he would catch him—but that hope was in vain.

Villains enjoy teasing their opponents; it’s a delight.

The Sword Saint was stubborn; the more he chased, the more chaos he created.

Lin Nuo observed, great! Go on, destroy everything; have at it, it’s none of my business!

At that moment, this scene caught the attention of a young girl.

And Lin Nuo spotted that girl as well.

Just because he glanced at her in the crowd…

Lin Nuo froze. He had just finished thinking of Sister Su, and now…?

Forget it, act like he didn’t see her.

Lin Nuo kept running away in a hasty retreat, pretending he hadn’t seen anyone. After all, how could Su Kexin recognize him, just an imposter?

“Senior Martial Brother? And the Sword Saint? What’s going on here?”

She was astonished; this was a big deal! Her senior brother was combating the Sword Saint!

No, it wasn’t a fight. Clearly, her senior brother was leading the Sword Saint away from the market, away from the crowd; otherwise, his spirit swords would surely injure more innocents.

Su Kexin could no longer see Lin Nuo and hurriedly tried to stop the Sword Saint.

“Sword Saint! Please, stop!”

Su Kexin, unafraid, rushed forward to halt the Sword Saint.

In situations like this, if someone tried to block the Sword Saint, he would usually ignore them, and the spirit swords would unintentionally harm them; tough luck for the one who intervened.

But this was Su Kexin—he halted, sheathed his swords.

The uproar died down.

Lin Nuo felt the pressure ease and looked back, surprised to see everything stopped.

What’s going on?

Lin Nuo was bewildered. Why did he stop?

Aren’t you the mighty Sword Saint? Keep tearing things apart; why stop now?

Did one little Su Kexin really make you pause?

What’s next? Are you her old man or her lover?

Not quite fitting.

Lin Nuo didn’t run away; he turned around and found a place to hide and see what would transpire.

Honestly, Sword Saint, if you’re so capable, just cut Su Kexin and send her off to reincarnation. I’d respect you as a real man.

At this moment, facing Su Kexin, the Sword Saint’s expression was cold as he looked at her, speaking icily:

“Is there something you need?”

Su Kexin, her heart in turmoil, replied:

“Sword Saint, why are you chasing my Senior Martial Brother? You’ve harmed the common people; you used to be different…”

“Someday, you too will become strong enough, and then you will also overlook little details for the sake of defeating your enemies.”

The Sword Saint uttered cold words, layered with meaning.