Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1537 - 1534: Major Event in Qingshuang Pavilion

"High-level martial skill, causing death. Mr. Ji, your Ji Family’s Holy Heaven Seal is quite formidable." Lin Tian sneered and mocked, "If my strength were mediocre, it would be me lying on the ground now, either dead or seriously injured."

Mr. Ji’s face twitched, unable to refute Lin Tian’s words, as indeed it was Ji Zimo who first used the "Holy Heaven Seal." He gestured to the stage below, and immediately two people came up to carry Ji Zimo away.

Lin Tian no longer paid attention to the Ji Family and turned to the Ancient Martial Artists below the stage, "I said, no one can take from my hands. If anyone wishes to try, I welcome it."

The venue was silent; no one spoke up, nor did anyone step forward. The Ancient Martial Artists had witnessed the previous scene; who among them had the confidence to defeat Lin Tian?

The complex emotions were most profound among the disciples of the great families; they have always been proud, considering themselves the chosen ones. Yet facing Lin Tian’s overwhelming presence, they were helpless. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Since no one comes forward, this competition on the stage is over!" Lin Tian retracted his gaze and approached Xiao Manxue, saying, "Manxue, the Hua Ying Sword is still yours, and rightfully so. If anyone dares to question its origin again, you can rightly teach them a lesson."

As he uttered the last sentence, Lin Tian glanced at Mr. Ji, the implication clear. Throughout the Ancient Martial World, only the Ji Family was dissatisfied with losing the Hua Ying Sword.

Xiao Manxue looked at Lin Tian, slightly nodding, her face showing both joy and melancholy. Lin Tian assumed she was worried about her sister and thought no more of it.

Nevertheless, seeing Lin Tian gifts the sword, the expressions of the crowd were remarkable. The men sighed with regret, lamenting that the sect’s symbol, the Hua Ying Sword, was given away.

The women were full of envy. The female disciples of Qingshuang Pavilion were happy for Xiao Manxue while wishing they were the woman on the stage. A handsome man unconditionally standing up for her, unconditionally gifting the sect’s symbol—life’s happiest moments can’t surpass this.

Ling Shuiyao’s eyes sparkled as if lost in fantasy. Even Situ Ruoling showed signs of envy; when looking at Lin Tian again, besides the vengeful animosity, there were more complex emotions.

"Let’s go." Lin Tian didn’t want to linger any longer and hoped Miss could take him to meet Xiao Manxuan.

Mr. Ji, however, turned around with a sullen face and stared at Lin Tian’s back, his gaze burning with anger, "Want to leave? Leave the Hua Ying Sword behind, or don’t blame this old man for being rude!"

Lin Tian’s lips curved slightly, thinking he knew this stubborn old man wouldn’t be satisfied. He also turned, looking at Mr. Ji, "I’m curious, Mr. Ji, what kind of impoliteness are you going to show?"

"Do you think breaking Zimo’s Holy Heaven Seal makes you invincible? I’ll clearly tell you, Zimo couldn’t unleash even one-tenth of the Seal’s power, but it’s different for this old man." Mr. Ji spoke confidently, although Lin Tian had defeated Ji Zimo, he was shocked but didn’t believe Lin Tian could surpass him.

He wasn’t lying; Ji Zimo’s martial prowess wasn’t as profound as his.

Lin Tian still appeared indifferent, calmly saying, "People often say ginger is spicier when old; I want to see how potent your Holy Heaven Seal is, as long as you’re not boasting."

Being mocked coldly by a junior, Mr. Ji grew even more furious, his hands circulating power, and an aura suddenly burst from his body like raging waves, making it hard to believe that such an extraordinary aura belonged to an elderly man.

"Enough, Mr. Ji!"

Before he could fully charge to the peak, a cold voice echoed in the venue, as if descending from the heavens, enveloping the entire place. Hearing this voice, Mr. Ji’s face changed slightly.

Lin Tian’s heart stirred, looking towards the main seat of the venue. Master Tang of Qingshuang Pavilion stood up; the host’s position finally showed some action.

Seeing her rise, Lin Tian knew the battle wasn’t going to happen.

Sure enough, Master Tang looked at Mr. Ji, her gaze slightly oppressive, "Mr. Ji, the contest’s victor is decided, the Hua Ying Sword’s ownership is clear, you previously agreed to this competition, now you’re going back on your word, using a senior’s status to pressure a junior, aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughing stock?"

"Laughing stock for what? If we can’t regain the Hua Ying Sword, the Ji Family becomes the laughing stock." Mr. Ji slightly suppressed his aura, speaking coldly.

"If this were before the competition, I wouldn’t intervene in the Hua Ying Sword’s dispute; but afterward, the result is crystal clear. According to regulations, it belongs to my Qingshuang Pavilion disciple Xiao Manxue. At this moment, you’re trying to seize something from my Pavilion’s disciple, which is open provocation to Qingshuang Pavilion."

Always ethereal and icy cold, now Master Tang was fiercely fiery. Lin Tian seemed to hear a phrase like, "Try touching my disciple, I dare you."

Of course, a transcendent woman like Master Tang was unlikely to self-refer as "this old lady."

Her words were already quite ungracious. Mr. Ji’s expression grew darker, "Master Tang, are you disrespecting the Ji Family?"

"If your Ji Family isn’t giving up, you can invite your Clan Leader to come and try to take something from my disciple." Master Tang truly showed no respect, remaining exceedingly steadfast.

Hearing Mr. Ji speak such words, Lin Tian knew he was humiliating himself, like someone at a banquet coercing others to drink, refusing implying disrespect. Lin Tian wanted to say, ’Who do you think you are, deserving face?’

Face is earned, not given by others. People who say such things usually have low intelligence and emotional quotients; Mr. Ji was perhaps blinded by urgency to speak so recklessly.

The Qingshuang Pavilion has stood hundreds to thousands of years, unwavering, and Master Tang, as the Sect Leader, if pressured, how could she remain standing in the Ancient Martial World?

Mr. Ji’s face turned red, then pale, utterly efficient for someone his age at changing expressions, Lin Tian was "impressed."

"In that case, the Ji Family will take its leave. Until we meet again." Mr. Ji gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and departed with his people.

But before leaving, his gaze toward Lin Tian was filled with unwillingness, and he glared furiously. Confronted with Mr. Ji’s departing threat, Lin Tian’s expression remained unchanged; he had been threatened numerous times, one more time by the Ji Family didn’t matter.

With the Ji Family gone and Master Tang’s strong intervention, the ownership of the Hua Ying Sword was finally settled, and the crowd, seeing no more excitement, considered leaving.

The Ancient Martial Artists, although they hadn’t spent much time admiring the Hua Ying Sword, felt the trip was worthwhile. The duel between Lin Tian and Ji Zimo alone could become a topic of conversation, and Lin Tian’s name would soon spread throughout the Ancient Martial World.

People waited for the host to deliver the closing speech and send the guests off before departing, but Master Tang showed no sign of ending remarks. Instead, she walked onto the platform and loudly declared, "Taking this opportunity, I announce a major affair within the Pavilion..."