Martial Hero Rebirth

“Master! Lin Yi won the battle of Hengshan! They killed the entire elite of the enemy army, and he even killed two supreme experts! But the most incredible thing is that he killed the last one right in front of the gates of the Holy Cult! The entire Alliance is delighted now!”

Elder Qin, as soon as he heard this, rushed into the palace as fast as he could and joyfully conveyed the news to the Sect Master.

“Kill the supreme expert in the enemy camp and return...” Ouyang Ming muttered almost silently. “Lin Yi has grown up... I don't have to worry anymore...”

The skull emerged through the contours of his pale face, against which the trickles of blood flowing from his lips were so clearly visible.

Elder Qin felt his heart clench, all his joy instantly evaporated. Whether in Huashan or in the entire Alliance, only he knew that Master Ouyang Ming was on his deathbed.

“Master...” muttered Qin.

But Ouyang Ming raised his palm to stop him and said with relief:

“That's life. I should have passed on to another world twenty years ago, and only thanks to my teacher I was able to linger in this world as a ghost guarding Huashan. Now, with Lin Yi's return, even if he has not yet become a supreme expert himself, our sect is safe. My mission is accomplished and I can finally get this heavy load off my back. Therefore, do not be upset, but be happy for me, Brother Qin.”

The elder grew gloomy, not knowing what to say. He sighed heavily and muttered:

“No need,” Ouyang Ming croaked, starting to smile. “The time has come for me to bring the last gift to Huashan. Even if I die, don't report it until the enemies of our sect are dealt with.”

“But little brother!”

“No!" Ouyang Ming barked. “Don't argue!”

Qin clenched his teeth and lowered his head..

The master, softening, patted him on the shoulder:

“Senior Brother Qin, I have dedicated my whole life to Huashan, but our boy has made more contributions in a year. So I have to do at least something. Otherwise, how can I justify myself to our children??”

“Master...” Qin muttered again, unable to contain the pain.

“Go and get strong. Don't waste your time on a dying person.”

Ouyang Ming waved his hand and Elder Qin, holding back tears, left.

He had to hold on. Turn grief into motivation to move on and prepare for the coming battle..

The battle that will decide the fate of Huashan!

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Zhen Zhenbao of Wudang Mountain, who had recently joined the ranks of the Supreme Experts, shook his head and sighed:

“Three years later... our King has finally returned...”

Qiankun opened his eyes in amazement, but Zhenbao calmly continued:

With the Lin and the rise of the Five Mountain Swords, no one can stop it. If they survive this catastrophe, then the whole world will belong to them. Neither Mount Wudang nor Shaolin can withstand their onslaught. And where did the Sword God come to them from? He's definitely not from our world, ha ha ha.

“Uncle, then what should we do?” asked Qiankun anxiously.

“Don't fight and don't get into trouble. Don't interfere with the river of fate, let it choose its own path.”

“Don’t fight?..” muttered Qiankun. “Okay, Uncle Zhenbao, I understand.!”

“Yeah... Alas, this era does not belong to us...”

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“Why is this creature alive?! What a disobedient bastard!” the abbot of Shaolin roared when he heard that three years later their main enemy had returned.

He couldn’t even bear the image of a pious monk, but simply blurted out everything that was on his mind. A terrifying, vile aura spread throughout the monastery, and everyone trembled.

“Brother Abbot, three years ago, I personally watched him being killed by the Purple Dragon King,” muttered one of the supreme experts. “I'm afraid Lin Yi now hates Shaolin. What should we do?”

“Hmph. Spit. Two large cults will be able to kill the scum, and we will finish them off and gradually restore the glory of the first in the righteous path.”

“So we shouldn’t do anything?” the same expert asked in bewilderment, the others looked at each other.

“It's better to do nothing than to do worse. However... order our troops to retreat from the front. Let the demons understand that we are not going to interfere with them, and send everything they have to Huashan. Let's see how their mountain survives the wrath of all the experts of the vicious path!”

Gradually, bewilderment gave way to evil smiles. If it was difficult for Shaolin to withstand the onslaught of demons, then Huashan had no chance.

And with their death, all Five Mountain Swords will fall, and no one will threaten Shaolin anymore.

And at the same time... go to the Black Forest Rock, kill the supreme expert there - with just one arrow! – and then go back... who was capable of such a thing??

With this act, Lin Yi raised the morale of the righteous path to new heights, but destroyed all morality of the vicious cults... and Shaolin...

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Despite the numerous spies, news took much longer to reach Peach Bud Island than to the others. But just three days later, Mu Ziyan flew into Huang Yiting and exclaimed joyfully:

“Sister, sister! You won't believe it!”

“What's happened?" she said, cold as an ice statue.

In all these three years nothing touched her heart.

“Brother Lin is alive! He's alive! The asshole has been gone for three years, huh! But how he came back! I failed two supreme experts, guess what?! One more, right at a meeting of the Holy Cult! He kicked down the doors, beat the bastard, and left! Nobody could stop him! Ha ha ha!”

Huang Yiting did not immediately understand who she was talking about. Because I couldn't believe it.

Moisture suddenly appeared around the edges of her cold eyes..

“He's alive...”

But then she went cold again.

Ziyan stopped laughing and asked:

“Sister, aren't you happy??”

“Rada.”

“Well... somehow... you don't look "happy." Brother Lin is back! We need to celebrate, sing, and have fun! And you... didn't even smile.”

“That's all you wanted to say?”

Mu Ziyan, taken aback, muttered:

“Y-yes... that's it...”

“Then go and practice.”

“What? In terms of? Brother Lin is back! Why did we train all this time if we don't even see him??”

“It's because he's back that we have to train even harder. Over these three years, he has become so strong that he is now killing the supreme experts. If we don't catch up with him, we'll be left far behind. Is this what you want? Become a burden to him? And when tragedy happens again, we will again stand and watch helplessly?”

“I... I don't want to be a burden...”

“Then train faster! Until you become the supreme expert, never set foot outside the island!”

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The heirs of the platinum arts who met Lin Yi in Kaifeng, such as Wang Qingming, Tang Xiao, Murong Yuan, Lu Yi, Yang Xifeng, and the rest, were happy.

But they all came to the same conclusion.

Three years ago, their levels were approximately the same, and now Lin Yi was killing the supreme experts. Therefore, to appear before his eyes, even without reaching the highest level, would be a shame!

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Lin Yi, who remained on Mount Heng, had no idea what was happening around him..

After killing Elder Zhang at the gate of the Holy Cult, he immediately returned back. By that time, the disciples of Northern Hengshan had collected his arrows and prepared a rich and delicious dinner for Little Jing.

Patting his satisfied wingmate, Lin Yi asked for a quieter room so he could have some privacy and study the spoils of this battle..

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