A sudden, deathly silence fell over the inn’s main hall.
Liao Xing’s eyes flew wide, his eyelids twitching violently. Even his breathing seemed to stop.
The bracelet, radiating a malevolent aura, seemed to possess some sort of magical power. As its image reflected in their pupils, it froze the dozen or so figures in place.
Even the Liu Family Disciple who had looked slightly overjoyed a moment ago now found his expression stiffening, the smile slowly fading from his face.
They had traveled a thousand miles to the Border Region on their master’s orders, desperately searching for the Ink Flood Dragon Sword Bracelet...
And now, it had just appeared before their very eyes, so incredibly abruptly!
"Hnngh!"
A series of heavy, ragged breaths followed.
Everyone snapped their heads up, their gazes landing in unison on Lin Shu.
In the slightly dim surroundings,
the young man’s fair face still wore a smile. His simple, long robes gave off no startling or terrifying aura.
No matter how they looked at him, he was just an ordinary Shopkeeper.
But his clear, seemingly harmless eyes, reflecting the flickering firelight, sent an inexplicable chill down the spines of the Liu Family Disciples.
They couldn’t understand it.
How could this person who had stolen the Liu Family’s Magical Artifact still act so arrogantly!
"Attack!"
Amidst the dead silence, Liao Xing suddenly let out a sharp roar.
Though he was somewhat hot-tempered and irritable, he wasn’t stupid enough to think that the young man had taken out the Sword Bracelet to return it to them.
The moment the bracelet appeared, the situation between them had become one of life and death.
His robes billowed as Spiritual Power erupted from his body, the immense aura of a Late-stage Jade Liquid cultivator raging forth.
Although this group had never come to Yongzhou Pass for trials, they were a core team personally trained by an Immortal Descendant of the Liu Family. They usually handled various important matters in Frost Cloud Mansion and were fairly well-known within the mansion.
In terms of experience and methods, they were considered top-tier among Immortal Disciples.
Liao Xing roared as he tried to rise, Spiritual Light gathering in his palm, forming a snake-like shadow that exuded a sinister, poisonous mist.
Faced with this sharp aura, Lin Shu casually pressed a hand down on his shoulder.
In an instant, the raging Spiritual Power suddenly dissipated.
In a flash, the other ten or so people began forming Formulas, and a few even took out their Magical Artifacts.
But in that same moment, their eyes all widened in a daze.
Liao Xing’s reaction had been incredibly swift and decisive.
His eyes were filled with killing intent, and he had struck with his full power!
But he hadn’t managed to stand up.
Beneath the young man’s hand, which showed no ripple of Spiritual Power, Liao Xing’s fiercely rising body was bizarrely forced back down into his seat.
Soon, his facial features, which had held a trace of astonishment, began to twist in a grotesquely exaggerated way.
"Ahhh—"
This Late-stage Jade Liquid disciple of the Liu Family didn’t even have time to cry out in agony before he watched his own shoulder collapse.
The Spiritual Qi he was so proud of was shattered by sheer, brute force!
CRACKLE. CRACK.
Amidst the sickening, dull crunch,
Liao Xing’s eyes were wide with terror, his pupils rapidly losing their light.
His body slumped limply. Beneath a seemingly intact exterior, his bones and flesh had been turned to mush by that single palm strike.
"Arrogant thief!"
At the same time, an angry shout echoed through the hall.
A long saber, shimmering with Spiritual Light, came slashing down horizontally.
This was a standard-issue Magical Artifact that the Liu Family had "borrowed" from the Demon-slaying Bureau through their connections.
Though it was standard-issue, that didn’t mean its quality was poor.
The Demon-slaying Bureau was under the jurisdiction of the Qi Family and enjoyed the best resources in all of Yongzhou.
The Demon Slaying Sabers used by the Captains eschewed all sorts of fancy effects, seeking only to be sturdy and sharp.
On this point alone, it was considered first-rate among all Low Grade Magical Artifacts.
The disciple who attacked was of excellent character and mind; not only did he not lose his composure upon seeing the Ink Flood Dragon Sword Bracelet, but he also seized the moment when Lin Shu’s attention was on Liao Xing to launch a vicious strike!
The long saber viciously struck Lin Shu’s back.
The faces of the many Liu Family Disciples lit up with joy.
But in the next moment, the sound of shattering steel rang in their ears.
The disciples looked as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes filled with horror as they stared straight ahead.
Their scalps tingled, and their entire bodies couldn’t help but tremble.
The Spiritual Light on the Demon Slaying Saber flared wildly, but its blade failed to cut into the young man’s flesh.
Before everyone’s eyes, it shattered inch by inch, its luster fading as it fell to the ground with a CLANG, like an ordinary sheet of thin iron!
"Tsk."
A nearly imperceptible flash of annoyance crossed Lin Shu’s eyes.
He had, in fact, intended to use these Foundation Establishment Disciples to test his body’s strength.
That way, he would have a better idea of where he stood when he encountered stronger Cultivators in the future.
But breaking a Magical Artifact was a bit of a heartache.
He casually reached out and took a Demon Slaying Saber from the hand of a stunned disciple next to him. As his five fingers closed around the hilt, he found it felt surprisingly natural in his grip.
The disciple who had attacked looked down at the half-a-saber hilt remaining in his hand.
His expression was blank. He dazedly raised his head, only to be met by the sight of a silver flash of light from a saber.
SHLICK!
As a wave of blood spattered across the table, the last line of defense in the minds of the Liu Family Disciples completely collapsed.
The Ink Flood Dragon Sword Bracelet lay quietly on the table.
Yet not a single person dared to reach for it.
"Split up and run!"
Amidst a shrill cry, the disciples all used their Light Body Techniques, scattering in a panic.
But before they could even take a step, invisible arrows pierced through their heads from behind.
THUD! THUD!
His green robes fluttered slightly as his tall figure moved with the ease of a leisurely stroll, swinging the long saber with practiced familiarity.
Shadows flickered on the walls as figure after figure was torn apart.
When no more breaths could be heard around him,
Lin Shu gave his sleeve a slight flick, returning the Ink Flood Dragon Sword Bracelet to his Storage Bag. He then casually picked up the booklet that Liao Xing had taken out.

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