"Nine Shadow Saber Technique hasn't improved much."
Lin Fei glanced at the system panel.
He had just killed the cloaked man, a Body Refinement Level Four expert, with Nine Shadow Saber Technique.
Yet the saber's progress barely increased.
This meant that after reaching Great Accomplishment,
it became very difficult to advance further.
This was normal.
Any martial art, once at Great Accomplishment,
could only advance to Perfect Mastery with luck and special opportunities,
not by mere effort alone.
Meanwhile, Bai Ying and Tie Shan anxiously waited, unaware of Lin Fei's situation.
"Back!"
Suddenly, Bai Ying's sharp eyes caught a familiar figure on the road ahead—Lin Fei had returned!
"Second Young Master, are you alright?"
Bai Ying and Tie Shan hurried over, scrutinizing Lin Fei.
Lin Fei smiled: "All done. Jiuhuan Mountain is settled."
"From now on, Lin Family's caravans won't pay tolls nor be stopped at Jiuhuan Mountain."
"Really? You took on the entire Jiuhuan Mountain?"
Bai Ying's eyes filled with admiration.
Others might not know how tough Jiuhuan Mountain was, but Bai Ying did.
Even Master Bai carefully paid many bribes to pass safely.
Now, Lin Fei had marched up the mountain,
and the Lin Family caravans wouldn't need to pay a dime anymore.
"Alright, let's move on. Su City is still far,
and there are more bandits to clear along the way..."
Lin Fei kept calm,
knowing Jiuhuan Mountain was only the first stop.
Days passed.
The caravan traveled for four days,
nearing Su City.
Lin Fei swept through all the bandits on the way,
all surrendered never to trouble the Lin Family again.
He even earned a title: Swift Saber Asura!
Asura meaning he killed many.
Blood always followed his blade-
the hallmark of Nine Shadow Saber Technique.
Too fast to block meant death.
This title brought honor to martial artists roaming the Jianghu.
Many Nine Profound Sect disciples wandering the world
had no titles, meaning they were often not very strong.
One evening,
they couldn't reach Suzhou City before dark.
"There's an abandoned temple ahead. Let's rest there tonight and head to Su City tomorrow."
Lin Fei's authority in the caravan was absolute; his words were obeyed.
So they rested in the abandoned temple.
Surprisingly, there was someone inside—a gray-robed old man,
and a clever-looking boy about fifteen or sixteen.
Behind the old man were five burly men in black cloaks, faces obscured, exuding a cold aura.
They seemed like guards, but something was off.
The temple carried a faint sandalwood scent.
Lin Fei was about to speak when
Bai Ying's expression suddenly changed.
She shouted, "Hold your breath! The sandalwood scent is dangerous, retreat!"
At her command, Lin Fei immediately withdrew.
Some others were slower and collapsed, powerless to move.
Lin Fei was shocked: "What happened?"
Bai Ying trembled but said:
"Father once warned us, when traveling Jianghu, always be cautious of monks and Daoists."
"If there's an unusual fragrance, hold your breath and keep away."
"Who knew this sandalwood was poisonous..."
Lin Fei's face darkened.
These were the hard-earned lessons of old Jianghu wanderer Master Bai.
Clearly, whoever lit the sandalwood to poison them was the old Daoist inside the temple.
"Archers."
Lin Fei summoned the caravan archers.
Arrows were aimed at the old Daoist and his men inside.
"Who are these wild Daoists poisoning a temple?"
Lin Fei shouted at them.
Suddenly, the old Daoist's eyes snapped open,
showing a hint of blood-red.
"Heh, you are cautious. Since you're here, you'll all stay."
The old Daoist waved his hand,
and four burly figures strode out behind him.
Lin Fei ordered: "Fire!"
Arrows rained down on the four men.
But the arrows clanged like hitting iron plates,
falling harmlessly to the ground.
These arrows had no effect on the four.
"Hard skill?"
Lin Fei was surprised.
Hard skill was difficult to cultivate,
yet suddenly four masters appeared.
Very strange.
The escort agency's martial artists drew their sabers,
blocking the four.
The four moved slowly and somewhat stiffly,
but each punch and kick carried enormous power.
"Boom!"
One mistake and a martial artist's chest was crushed, near death.
However, when the martial artists' sabers struck the four,
it was like hitting a wall,
no damage done.
Without hesitation,
Lin Fei drew his saber from his back.
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