Chapter 253: You Are Already Dead

Chapter 253: You Are Already Dead

On the training ground, blades flashed as Lin Qian and the swordsman exchanged fierce blows, drawing the attention of various martial artists watching closely.

“Oh wow, is that the Sixth Miss? I didn’t expect her to be so strong after training at the sect!”

“Yeah, her sword technique flows like water, each strike strong and powerful!”

“At such a young age, the Sixth Miss has such skills and swordplay—her future looks bright!”

……

A crowd of martial artists marveled at Lin Qian’s swordsmanship. After going to the Hunfeng Sect and learning some sword techniques, she fought impressively, even holding her own against Liu the Swordsman.

At nearly sixteen, her sword skills were indeed astonishing.

With the admiration of the onlookers, Lin Qian’s vanity was thoroughly satisfied.

She valued others’ opinions greatly; with applause and flattery, she felt invigorated.

Full of confidence, she believed it was only a matter of time before she reached the legendary status of a Sword Saint, leaving her mark in history.

Having a competitive spirit, she remembered how she wasn’t favored at first and wasn’t admitted to the Xuanyun Sect—let them all regret passing up on such a talented disciple!

“Catch my sword!”

Lin Qian agilely danced through the arena, her blade slicing through the air, sending a whirlwind of dust around her.

The swordsman facing her stumbled back from the force of her sword wind.

“Indeed, the Sixth Miss’s swordplay is as legendary as they say.”

The swordsman praised with a smile, and Lin Qian beamed with joy; her vanity swelled even more with her opponent’s compliments.

“Well then, this bout must come to an end.”

With confidence radiating, Lin Qian charged at her opponent again, a flurry of blade light obscuring her strikes.

The sound of clashing weapons echoed, and in the final moment, Lin Qian’s Spirit Sword stopped right at the swordsman’s neck.

“I concede, Sixth Miss. I humbly accept my defeat.”

The swordsman said sincerely, offering deep respect to Lin Qian.

She retracted her sword and smiled, “Your swordplay is quite impressive as well. I gained a lot from our match.”

As the victor, elevating her opponent was also a way of elevating herself.

This was an art of conversation and a mark of a distinct swordsman.

“Wow, Sixth Miss, your sword skills are amazing!”

“Yeah, absolutely spectacular!”

The martial artists present erupted into applause, offering their utmost respect to Lin Qian.

Though her rank among peers was low, her mother held significant connections as the daughter of a high-ranking official, granting her a certain power. The martial artists sought every way to flatter Lin Qian.

Having always been in the spotlight, she had grown overly confident, verging on arrogance.

Her gaze darted over to Lin Nuo, who was watching from the sidelines, delight spreading in her heart.

How about that, Lin Nuo of the Xuanyun Sect? Are you surprised to see me, who you once deemed worthy of admission to the famed Xuanyun Sect, wielding such flowing sword techniques?

So what if I joined the Xuanyun Sect? What if I became Han Fairy’s disciple? What does it matter to share seniority with Liu Shuqin and Qin Shili?

Low status and lack of recognition are all meaningless.

Lin Qian yearned to enter the Xuanyun Sect, even more so to be under Han Fairy.

Han Fairy had two esteemed disciples, Liu Shuqin and Qin Shili, both from notable families, equal in status and strength—people she aspired to surpass.

Influenced by her family’s background, she placed significant value on status, believing Liu Shuqin and Qin Shili deserved to be her senior sisters.

Who would’ve thought that Lin Nuo ended up being their junior brother? What a waste of talent!

Lin Nuo wasn’t thriving in the Xuanyun Sect, squandering such a great opportunity.

However, she was confident she would eventually surpass them and make a name for herself.

Meanwhile, over with Lin Nuo…

*Burp!* “I’m full, full!”

Lin Nuo watched the sword dance while munching on several Meat Floss Cakes, washed down with some Kokwan water—he was stuffed.

Looks like this is a great place to eat; everywhere he looked, there was food.

What are they even showing off? The Xuanyun Sect Martial Arts Museum? They’ll be finished soon enough.

“Everyone’s clapping, everyone’s praising. The Lin family? Not too impressive.”

Lin Nuo finished the last sip of Kokwan water from his bottle and tossed it in a trash bin. Reflecting on the past at this time, he felt foolish for thinking of the Lin family’s warriors as mighty.

How could he have considered this bunch of weaklings as strong warriors?

Three or four years later, when the world falls into chaos, these people’s skills would only make them cannon fodder.

As for Lin Qian?

Hah, a woman full of herself.

What was she worth?

In terms of talent, she couldn’t compare to Su Kexin.

In terms of cultivation, she fell short of Qin Shili and Liu Shuqin.

In terms of potential, she couldn’t match Ruo’er.

In terms of looks and figure, she was outdone by everyone.

What’s there to be proud of?

Maybe he should ask her when she’ll come back for another sparring session and have the food ready—it sure was delicious!

“I’m slipping away now.”

Lin Nuo, feeling full, was about to turn and leave when Lin Qian noticed him and suddenly shouted,

“Lin Nuo, stop!”

She didn’t use the respectful “Third Brother” title but called him by name instead.

However, Lin Nuo ignored her and kept walking.

You say stop, and I just stop? Who do you think you are?

“Stop!”

Lin Qian, both furious and anxious, dashed from the crowd, racing to stand before Lin Nuo.

“Did you not hear me say to stop?”

“I did,” Lin Nuo replied coolly.

“But what does that have to do with my leaving?”

“You saw our spar earlier, right?”

“I did, and I’m quite full.”

“I’ve changed dramatically—I’ve been in closed-door training for more than half a year and have reached the fifth stage of the Spiritual Realm.”

“Congratulations.”

“I just wanted to tell you, gold will always shine. Even though I wasn’t able to enter the Xuanyun Sect back then, I’ve made tremendous progress. Now I’m far stronger than you.”

“Right, you’re strong.”

Lin Nuo coldly echoed as he attempted to walk past Lin Qian again. She quickly stepped back to block him.

She issued an invitation:

“We are righteous sect disciples. Since we are lucky to meet here, why don’t we spar right here? Just a friendly match.”

“Not interested.”

Lin Nuo waved his hand to decline; he had just eaten and wasn’t in the mood for vigorous activities. A leisurely stroll would help with digestion.

Lin Nuo valued health; Kokwan water had the kick of soda but was a health drink at its core.

Shouldn’t he get a patent for that?

He continued to walk, but Lin Qian couldn’t stand such contempt. Her pride flared, and she immediately swung a palm at Lin Nuo.

Quick as a flash, Lin Nuo didn’t even look, effortlessly dodging and swatting down her other hand. His own fist shot towards Lin Qian with incredible speed.

So quick that Lin Qian couldn’t even discern the outline of his punch; however, it ultimately stopped right in front of her face.

“On the battlefield, you would already be dead.”

His cold voice pierced through Lin Qian’s heart like a sharp blade.