Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1522 - 1519: Unusually Silent

This place is more than ten miles away from the Qingshuang Pavilion Ruins, and it’s a desolate wilderness, plus it’s a rainy night, so ordinary people would have trouble finding their way back.

Lin Tian, however, is different; he proceeds along the canyon, traversing mountains and rivers without difficulty. After walking out of a small forest again, he sees the Nine-story Pagoda standing in the distance.

The tower gleams with faint light, like a beacon in the storm. Following the light, Lin Tian quickly returns to the front of the Nine-story Pagoda and finds the door still open.

Lin Tian walks right in and sees someone inside the first floor. Under the lamp, Tang Banqing squints her eyes, Ling Zishan meditates with closed eyes, and Ling Shuiyao is already sleeping soundly on the table.

As he appears, Ling Zishan and Tang Banqing immediately open their eyes. Seeing it’s Lin Tian, both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kid, you finally came back. I thought I’d have to wait until dawn," Tang Banqing scans Lin Tian a few times before speaking irritatedly.

Despite her tone, Lin Tian can tell it’s out of concern, and he willingly accepts her nagging for waiting here for his return.

"Lin Tian, where’s your sword?" Ling Zishan also scrutinizes Lin Tian, noticing he’s not carrying anything, let alone the newly forged sword.

Their conversation wakes Ling Shuiyao, who immediately stands up, seeing Lin Tian the first moment, sleepiness gone. She boldly wipes her mouth and then runs to Lin Tian, looking him up and down.

"You... went out all night and just got drenched?" Ling Shuiyao clicks her tongue, shaking her head, "Do you know those Ancient Martial Artists and noble families keep asking us questions? It’s so annoying! If it weren’t for Old Tang chasing them away, they’d still be bombarding us."

"Thank you for keeping it secret for me." Lin Tian clasps his hands and bows formally.

Ling Shuiyao blinks her beautiful eyes and smiles, "How do you know we kept it secret? Maybe I told them everything today? You don’t know how annoying they are."

Lin Tian smiles slightly, saying, "Miss Shuiyao is beautiful and kind-hearted, naturally wouldn’t associate with a bunch of obnoxious people."

"Hmm, your vision isn’t bad. You’ve even discovered my deeply hidden qualities. Alright, I’ll forgive you for keeping us waiting so late," Ling Shuiyao says, not modest at all, her eyes shining brightly as she enjoys Lin Tian’s compliment.

Ling Zishan can only shake her head helplessly at this unmodest little girl, again looking at Lin Tian, implying he hasn’t answered the question.

Tang Banqing is also very anxious, hurriedly asking, "Kid, don’t tell me, you let someone snatch the newly forged sword?"

"Impossible, there aren’t many who can rob something from my hands," Lin Tian says confidently.

Ling Shuiyao rolls her eyes at him, muttering softly, "You’re exaggerating," but Lin Tian doesn’t mind. He extends his hand, shakes his wrist, and a purple bracelet flies out. While still in mid-air, the bracelet transforms into the Heavenly Tribulation Sword.

With a swift motion, Lin Tian catches the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, lightly shaking its blade, and it emits sound like a dragon’s roar, deep and imposing.

Ling Shuiyao’s eyes widen, only reacting after a moment, exclaiming, "Wow, it really transformed!"

"Shuiyao, a young lady shouldn’t speak crudely," Ling Zishan warns her with a glare.

Despite her words, she’s inwardly shocked but remains composed due to her rich experience and broad knowledge.

Tang Banqing, however, cannot maintain her image as a master swordsmith, seeming indifferent to it, hops up like a child, and runs to Lin Tian, her face full of excitement.

Of course, her excitement is for the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, not for Lin Tian. "Lin Tian, may I take a look?"

Lin Tian doesn’t reply verbally, directly handing it to her. She reaches out with both hands, solemnly receiving it, holding the hilt in one hand and lightly stroking the patterns along the blade to the tip, then flicking with thumb and forefinger.

A long "buzz" resounds, the blade lightly trembles, emitting a sound rich and resonant. Tang Banqing’s eyes brighten, exclaiming in delight, "Good sword." Lin Tian nearly collapses, mishearing it as "good cheap."

"The Divine Sword is born; have you named it?" Tang Banqing asks seriously, as if naming her own child.

"Heavenly Tribulation Sword," Lin Tian immediately responds.

"In the name of heavenly tribulation, facing tribulation and rising, going against the heavens, it’s like a journey of cultivation," Ling Zishan suddenly sighs.

"Treat the Heavenly Tribulation Sword well, don’t let it stain innocent blood," Tang Banqing returns the sword solemnly to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian nods, saying, "I naturally won’t use the Heavenly Tribulation Sword against innocent ordinary people. But those who force me to wield it aren’t innocent."

"You’re right. Those who covet the Heavenly Tribulation Sword aren’t considered innocent," Tang Banqing slightly shakes her head, recalling those Ancient Martial Artists’ faces, each trying to inquire about the sword’s whereabouts.

"Having seen it, we can sleep peacefully," Tang Banqing says lightly, looking at the rainy night outside the pagoda.

It’s now late night. Tang Banqing has indeed invested a lot for forging the sword. Luckily, the sword forging has gone smoothly, completed in nearly a day plus the night, avoiding the years-long process.

Lin Tian’s thought moves, and the Heavenly Tribulation Sword reverts to bracelet form, worn on his wrist, which Ling Shuiyao covets.

The little girl doesn’t care about the sword’s power but envies its ability to transform, convenient to carry, and the fact that the transforming sword looks incredibly cool.

The group leaves the pagoda, yet no one realizes Charlotte is missing. Or if they did, no one mentions it.

The four still take a business car back. Returning to Qinglan Garden, it’s already deep night, then they all disperse. Lin Tian returns to the West Courtyard, to the guest room, but when he opens the door, he finds it empty.

At this time of night, Yun Xiaotian shouldn’t be out. Lin Tian activates his perspective ability, scanning the neighboring Ghost’s room, finding Ghost absent too.

He prepares to make a phone call while puzzled, discovering a note on the table with a line written: "Tonight, undercurrents surge, Qinglan Garden is uneasy, I’ve taken Xiao Tian and Ghost away, don’t worry." Signed by Wang Wanxi.

Turns out Aunt Wang took them away. Lin Tian realizes, thinking for Ancient Martial Artists, tonight indeed is a sleepless night.

Lin Tian bathes and sleeps; it’s already after three in the morning, so he doesn’t practice and falls into a deep sleep. When he wakes, it’s already noon the next day.

No one came to disturb me? Lin Tian wonders, opening the door and stepping out, stretching, halfway through he notices something’s amiss; the entire West Courtyard is quiet.