Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1526 - 1523: Inner Sect

The head of the ice silkworm rope had a small metal ball. With inertia, the metal ball rotated around the iron chain a few times and was bound to it.

Tang Muling pulled the rope, lifted herself up, then executed a beautiful flip, and easily stood on the iron chain. Although those Ancient Martial Artists had been beaten back by her, they couldn’t help but cheer loudly.

Lin Tian similarly marveled, drawing his sword and making a move, using the rope to save himself. The whole process was calm and orderly.

However, Lin Tian didn’t have the time to stop and applaud her, but continued to run towards the opposite shore. After Tang Muling got up, she didn’t pause. She shook the rope to retrieve it and leaped out.

Seeing Lin Tian was about to reach the shore, Tang Muling couldn’t catch up. She suddenly shook the Green Frost Sword, and with a humming sound, the longsword roared like a dragon and tiger. Lin Tian immediately felt a sharp aura surging towards him from behind.

This aura was all too familiar to him. A slight glance over his shoulder revealed countless sword lights intertwining into a deadly net of Sword Qi, rushing forth.

Sword Energy Cross!

Lin Tian’s gaze tightened. This was a high-level Ancient Martial Technique of Qingshuang Pavilion, with immense destructive power and a wide range, plus fast attack speed. If it were flat ground, Lin Tian could dodge in any direction easily, but now he was on the iron chain.

He glanced at the cliff on the opposite side and suddenly leaped forward, deviating from the iron chain. Lin Tian arced like a projectile, falling into the canyon below.

"Lin Tian..." Tang Muling, who had always worn a stern face, finally showed emotion. She shouted, then halted her sword momentum, and simultaneously tossed out the ice silkworm rope, trying to catch Lin Tian. But it was too late; Lin Tian had already fallen into the mist, beyond the reach of the rope.

"Damn, Brother Lin Tian jumped down!" The Ancient Martial Artists watching were also startled.

"This brother is truly fierce, I admire him!"

Other Ancient Martial Artists were also buzzing with discussion, mostly expressing admiration for Lin Tian. However, amidst the praises, there was a dissenting voice.

"Hmph, jumping into the gorge just because he couldn’t get in, foolish." It was the long-haired man who sneered contemptuously.

Displeased, an Ancient Martial Artist retorted, "Brother Lin Tian at least forced the Green Frost Sword to be unsheathed; you don’t even have the qualification for that!"

"What use is that qualification? Dead, he has nothing, while my future holds all possibilities." The long-haired man spoke confidently and righteously.

But just as he finished speaking, an Ancient Martial Artist suddenly shouted, "Look, what’s that!"

The long-haired man was annoyed at being interrupted, but he still looked ahead. On the opposite cliff, a figure was quickly jumping up the stones as if walking on flat ground!

"It’s Brother Lin Tian!" someone shouted.

"It really is!" Everyone suddenly got excited.

Tang Muling, standing on the iron chain, let out a slight sigh of relief, her face showing a faint smile, but it quickly faded away.

Lin Tian had just jumped to the opposite cliff and then climbed up along it. To him, it was not difficult, and with a final leap, he finally reached the top and then turned to look at Tang Muling with a faint smile on his face.

Tang Muling quickly swept over to the shore, jumped up, and walked up to Lin Tian.

Instead of making a move, she said blandly, "Though you got through, I’ll still say the same, go back. Even if you come in, Miss Xiao will not see you."

"Do you know why I’m here?" Lin Tian asked with a slight frown.

"I don’t know. I only know that you’d better go back." Tang Muling said calmly.

"Let him in." A voice came from afar.

Lin Tian turned his head to see Tang Ziqing standing in the distance, her expression as cold and proud as ever. He wanted to ask something, but Tang Ziqing had already turned and left.

"Miss Tang, where is the Sword Appreciation Conference held?" Lin Tian did not pursue but asked Tang Muling instead.

Tang Muling pointed to a distant mountain and said, "Over the ridge, head east. There is a large valley, which is the residence of the inner pavilion of Qingshuang Pavilion and also the venue of the conference. This is a temporary Token. Without it, someone will stop you halfway."

Lin Tian took the token, nodded, then turned and walked toward Inner Mountain. After a few steps, Tang Muling suddenly asked, "What is it that you cultivate? Why is it that my Sword Intent cannot shake your heartbeat?"

"Ancient Body Technique." Lin Tian left a few words, not looking back, leaving a contemplative Tang Muling and those Ancient Martial Artists across the distance.

The journey passed, the surrounding environment was not barren. Instead, a bluestone path led straight to Inner Mountain, with exotic flowers and rare herbs planted on both sides, and the mountain mist nourished the plants to lush prosperity. Qingshuang Pavilion, worthy of being a women’s sect, had made the cultivation place extraordinarily beautiful.

The bluestone path led up Inner Mountain, and on the hillside, there were quite a number of tea plants growing. Tea grown in such a place must be of the finest quality. Across the ridge and down again, at last, the valley that Tang Muling mentioned came into view from afar.

Just as Lin Tian was about to move forward, two women jumped out from the side, blocking his path. Before they could speak, he promptly showed the temporary token, and sure enough, the women, seeing the token, stepped aside, making way.

Continuing forward, with a clear view of all the details of the valley, the valley was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a very spacious open basin in the middle, where exotic flowers and rare herbs were also planted, nestled among which were wooden buildings.

A creek meandered out of the valley, and before getting close, Lin Tian felt a refreshing coolness coming his way.

"Truly a wonderful place to escape the heat!" Lin Tian couldn’t help but admire, questioning who said these women were in retreat, the environment here was second to none compared to any grand family estate.

Those wooden buildings were far better than villas built of concrete and brick.

As he got closer, indistinct voices came from inside. Ignoring the beautiful scenery, Lin Tian quickly walked in and finally saw the source of the noise.

In the middle of the canyon was a flat square, still paved with bluestone. In the main area of the square, two rows of seats were arranged, already occupied by quite a number of people, with more standing behind them.

Those who had seats in such a venue naturally held high status, the major Ancient Martial families were indispensable, along with some renowned individuals. The rest had to stand, including young family scions and some independent, unaffiliated Ancient Martial Artists.

In the central position, there was a stand, its shape indicating it was meant for placing swords, but it was still empty. It didn’t take much guessing to know it was meant for the Hua Ying Sword.

Since the conference hadn’t started yet, the scene was somewhat noisy, and Lin Tian’s entrance went unnoticed by others. He didn’t want to draw attention either, quietly moving into the crowd of ordinary Ancient Martial Artists.

The conference wasn’t Lin Tian’s concern; he only cared about where Miss and Second Miss were, how Second Miss’s physical condition was after being present for some time, and how Miss intended to deal with this so-called Sword Appreciation Conference.