Chapter 252: This Sword Technique, This Posture, This Movement

Chapter 252: This Sword Technique, This Posture, This Movement

Lin Qian had just exited her seclusion and was heading down the mountain to the Lin family.

Before heading down, she made sure to catch up on recent events.

The world of spirit cultivation is ever-changing, and events are as numerous as the stars, just like the trending topics on the internet, one hot topic overshadowing the next.

Recently, many significant events occurred, one of which was the Sacred Altar Guard Battle.

The Sacred Altar Guard Battle could be described as a perilous endeavor.

Externally, fierce beasts launched a rapid assault, first repelled in a wave, leaving a plethora of soul fragments, then they detonated, causing countless cultivators to suffer casualties.

Afterward, the fierce beasts returned with a larger offensive, forcing the mages inside the altar to confront them.

At this time, some ill-intentioned mages stirred up trouble internally, attacking their comrades; the Three Heaven Stone was in a dire situation!

Then, the extraordinary figure Wu Ying Ge appeared, turning the tide, renowned far and wide, celebrated by countless citizens!

A myth-like character emerged, and his name spread across every corner.

In comparison, Lin Nuo’s affairs seemed rather lackluster.

The Wind Sea Forest incident was merely a newbie village issue, which had occurred quite some time ago, overshadowed long ago by the Sacred Altar matters, with few mentioning it now.

As for the Hunfeng Sect’s alchemy room uncovering an alchemist’s schemes, it was merely a matter of other sects, and attention was far less than that of Xuanyun Sect; naturally, it was also drowned out by the Sacred Altar affair.

The meteorite that fell on three hundred thousand troops was indeed significant, but in the borderlands, where mythology is believed, it was circulated that Lin Nuo controlled the winds and summoned rain, bringing the meteorite to the surface, which sounded ludicrous to some senior cultivators.

In truth, the meteorite had long been predicted; those knowledgeable in celestial signs observed the incoming meteor on that day and believed the landing point couldn’t possibly be forecasted, arguing that Lin Nuo’s success was merely luck.

Elders of other sects would try to downplay it, saying it was merely exaggerated, both to instill confidence in their disciples and to prevent Lin Nuo’s exploits from overshadowing their own prestige.

They preferred to sing praises of those nameless heroes who belonged to no sect but set a good example for disciples; thus, tales of such people circulated within their ranks.

The Sacred Altar incident naturally became a song of praise for the major sects, and since Lin Nuo had gone silent during that period, his spotlight naturally faded from public view.

In simple terms, Lin Nuo overshadowed Lin Nuo.

As for the incident in Zifeng Valley, it had just occurred, and was still not widely known; currently, the Sacred Altar affair dominated the headlines.

When Lin Qian heard about it, she was quite surprised, not expecting such a major event to unfold during her closed-door training. The operation of the Three Heaven Stone at the Sacred Altar had continued for quite a while, and the citizens were living peacefully. If it were to fall, the consequences would be unimaginable.

There truly are remarkable, nameless heroes among the people.

In the main information she gathered, there was no mention of Lin Nuo.

As for Lin Nuo’s third stage, it wasn’t something widely known, as it wasn’t like a standardized test taken every six months; the number of people who knew about it was still small.

But even Lin Qian knowing Lin Nuo was in the third stage was of no use to her; she regarded both the third and second stages as the same—weak.

A person who had been at the second stage of the spiritual realm for several years wouldn’t receive much recognition within the sect; how could he suddenly rise up?

Lin Qian was a girl brimming with confidence, burdened with biases against Lin Nuo, and her understanding of him was still rooted in the past.

“Dad, where is he now?”

“He went to find his mother. Qian’er, I still hope you can reconcile with your third brother. Even if you weren’t accepted into the Xuanyun Sect, aren’t you doing fine now? This might even be an opportunity for you.”

Lin Yuan earnestly tried to persuade her, to which Lin Qian responded with a slight smile:

“Dad, I’m not mad at third brother; it’s my issue, and we will be harmonious again, just like before.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Lin Yuan held Lin Qian’s hand with a pleased smile, glad that the Lin family was vibrant and prosperous.

After concluding the conversation with Lin Yuan, Lin Qian instinctively headed toward the residence of Lin Nuo’s mother, Xia Hanmo, wanting to see what kind of situation this Xuanyun Sect disciple was in.

However, upon arriving, she did not find Lin Nuo, but saw Su Kexin and Ruo’er instead.

“Lin Qian, you’re back!”

Seeing Lin Qian, Xia Hanmo waved her hand.

Lin Qian did not bow but nodded slightly:

“Aunt Xia, is third brother here?”

“Nu’er just left not long ago. How have you been outside lately?”

“If he’s not here, I’ll take my leave.”

Lin Qian replied coldly, then turned to leave.

Su Kexin, looking angry and filled with righteous indignation, defended Xia Hanmo:

“Uncle, who is she? She seems so rude!”

“She’s called Lin Qian, the sixth generation descendant of the Lin family. Miss Su, let’s continue practicing embroidery.”

“Since she is a junior, she ought to respect her elders! She completely ignored your concern!”

“Stop, stop, it’s fine. I’m used to it, let it go, don’t let it ruin the mood.”

Xia Hanmo forced a smile; after all, she was of lower status, being disrespected was to be expected.

Besides, Lin Qian’s mother was a noble and far more esteemed than her.

Su Kexin was also pent up with frustration; how could Lin Qian be so rude despite Aunt Xia being so nice? Such poor upbringing!

…

After walking a bit and still not finding Lin Nuo, Lin Qian made her way to the Lin family’s large training ground.

“Miss Six, you’re back!”

A swordsman came to greet her, known in the Lin family army for his exceptional swordsmanship.

“Mm, just returned not long ago.”

“Miss Six has been at Hunfeng Sect for a while now; your swordsmanship must have improved significantly.”

“Of course.”

Lin Qian confidently replied,

“Today, feeling in the mood, why not spar a bit?”

“Sure, it would be my honor to spar with Miss Six.”

The two reached an agreement and quickly found a spot in the training ground, maintaining a suitable distance.

Lin Qian held a fine fifth-grade spirit sword, easily wielding all sorts of sword techniques she knew, with the sword’s spirit giving her just the right touch.

“Miss Six, I’m making my move.”

The swordsman quickly surged forward with his sword; Lin Qian agilely dodged, striking back with her own sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sharp swords clashed with intense sounds, fluid movements and powerful strikes; after a session of combat, both sides were evenly matched.

While dancing with her sword, Lin Qian suddenly sensed a pair of piercing eyes watching her.

She instinctively turned to see.

It was a familiar yet loathsome figure.

It was him—Lin Nuo!

He was actually here!

What was he doing, munching on a cake, and what drink did he have in hand?

Since he’s here, let me show you the sword techniques and posture of Lin Qian.

Lin Qian immediately filled with fighting spirit, focused on wielding her sword, flourishing gracefully, executing several exchanges, and creating a dozen perfect arcs of sword light in the air; she immediately gained the upper hand.

Lin Nuo, did you see that? This is the fruit of my efforts over the years, something you can never compare to!

Lin Nuo was also watching Lin Qian’s duel with the swordsman, pulling out a Meat Floss Cake from his pocket.

This sword technique, this posture, this movement…

It’s quite a meal!