Chapter Thirteen: You're Deliberately Trying to Please Them, Aren't You?

A piercing, mournful howl rang out.

The Pig King lay dead, the surrounding river water slowly turning blood red.

Lin Yin drew his silver blade, gazing at the long sword, its edge blackened from the exhaust of a vehicle. He murmured, “A terrestrial-grade weapon—truly an excellent blade…”

Not far off, Jiang Zixun widened her eyes, staring at the scene.

To have single-handedly slain a Black Armored Pig King of the Bone Condensation Realm…

Suddenly, she felt that her reckless plunge off the cliff was both unnecessary and foolish.

“Right over there!”

“Got it! Got it!”

Voices clamored noisily at the cliff’s edge.

Lin Yin just looked up in time to see a man clad in black armor leap out.

Splash! The black-armored man, face full of urgency, rushed up to Jiang Zixun, extending his hand. “Sister Zixun, are you hurt?”

Jiang Zixun glanced disdainfully at the outstretched hand, then broke into a bright smile and dashed to Lin Yin’s side, raising her hand and delivering a sharp knock to his head.

“You brat! You’ve got some skill!”

The black-armored man’s expression instantly darkened.

“Huh? The Black Armored Pig Demon is already dead!?”

“Look, Lin Xuetao has found Miss Zixun!”

“So formidable! Lin Xuetao took down an elite leader in one strike!”

“Alas, it seems rescuing Miss Zixun has nothing to do with us.”

A large group of martial artists struggled and schemed their way to the base of the cliff.

Seeing the Pig King dead and Lin Xuetao present, they naturally credited the feat to him.

“Grandson! Grandson!”

Old Master Jiang hurried over anxiously.

“Old man, why did you come out here?”

“The grandfather worries about you, of course!”

Old Master Jiang briskly examined Jiang Zixun and, finding her unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief. Overcome by anxiety, he suddenly coughed twice.

…

Old Master Jiang? Lin Yin’s pupils trembled violently as blood-stained memories surged from the depths of his mind.

Ordinary people did not know Old Master Jiang’s true identity, but how could Lin Yin not?

This old man was none other than King Jiang Wu, famed as the invincible force of the Northern Territories’ Three Kingdoms!

And his origins were even more terrifying and mysterious—rumored to hail from Jixia!

What was Jixia?

It was a sacred martial place revered by all eight human kingdoms!

If the Tianhe Academy was a mountain peak, and the White Deer Academy a shining star, then Jixia was like a blazing sun hung high in the sky—each person emerging from Jixia was a scorching radiance so fierce that even a mere glance could burn and sting the eyes!

But more importantly, in a past life, this very old man had saved Lin Yin multiple times on the Great Wall battlefield, even imparting two Tian-grade martial arts manuals to him on his deathbed.

Old Master Jiang had died on the battlefield, slain jointly by the three great demon kings.

“Yin’er… these two manuals are my lifelong toil… after my death, please find my granddaughter, her name is—”

His final words were cut short as he fell in battle.

That day, rain poured in torrents. Lin Yin held Old Master Jiang’s blood-soaked body, weeping bitterly with tears streaming down his face, vowing to avenge his teacher and fulfill his last wishes.

To him, Old Master Jiang was not merely a teacher, but a warm presence like a father or elder.

Thinking of this, Lin Yin’s eyes grew moist.

He never imagined that in this life, by some twist of fate, they would meet here again…

So, the granddaughter in Old Master Jiang’s last words must be none other than the very Jiang Zixun before him.

Lin Yin raised his hand and tossed the silver blade to Jiang Zixun.

“This young man is…” Old Master Jiang asked with a smile.

“Sen Yang,” Lin Yin answered.

The hot tears at the corner of the youth’s eyes caught Old Master Jiang off guard, leaving him puzzled.

Yet—

“Thank you, Young Friend Sen Yang, for saving my granddaughter!” Old Master Jiang bowed solemnly, clasping his hands with no trace of the usual elder’s arrogance.

“I am willing to spare all I have to repay your life-saving grace!”

“No need,” Lin Yin waved his hand with a broad smile.

To him, merely seeing his teacher once more was the greatest reward. Besides, protecting Jiang Zixun was also fulfilling Old Master Jiang’s dying wish.

Hmm!?

The onlookers were stunned.

Wasn’t it Lin Xuetao who killed the pig demon?

But the keen observers noticed something: the Pig King’s wounds were smooth and clean, clearly caused by a sharp blade, while Lin Xuetao’s weapon was a spear. Moreover, Lin Yin had just thrown the silver blade. Anyone with a shred of sense could piece it together.

Yet it was still shocking.

Miss Zixun’s Seven-Star Silver White Steel Slashing Blade was famed never to be lent out—now it was handed to another, and to a man no less?

“Wait!” Lin Xuetao suddenly stepped forward, fixed his gaze on Lin Yin. “Why did the Pig King relentlessly chase after you?”

An interrogation? Lin Yin glanced at him coolly. “If you like being chased by Pig Kings, I can find you another.”

Lin Xuetao gritted his teeth and sneered, pulling out a photo. “Everyone! My escort team just investigated Guard Zone Seven and found a nest of piglets—a black-armored sow and five boars killed by a blade. If I’m not mistaken, that strange blade in Miss Zixun’s vehicle belongs to you, right?”

Lin Xuetao stared at the sheath of a strange blade at Lin Yin’s waist.

“So, you caused this mess, leading to Miss Zixun’s predicament. Do you admit it or not?!”

Lin Yin frowned slightly.

Jiang Zixun, displeased, said, “Lin Xuetao! What do you want? Stop causing trouble for no reason!”

“Miss Zixun, Old Master Jiang, don’t be deceived by this malicious scoundrel!” Lin Xuetao hurriedly explained. “I even suspect this is all staged by him!”

“Why was he just at Guard Zone Seven?”

“Why did the Pig King appear right after he killed the pig demon?”

“I suspect he deliberately followed Miss Zixun, then staged this entire scene to kill the Pig King and win favor with both Miss Zixun and Old Master Jiang!”

Old Master Jiang pondered deeply.

Jiang Zixun’s face flushed with anger as she pointed at Lin Xuetao, scolding, “Don’t slander Sen Yang! If it weren’t for Sen Yang, I’d be missing limbs by now. As for following others, if anyone followed anyone, it was me stalking him!”

“Sen Yang was hunting at Guard Zone Seven. I heard the noise and rushed over!”

Lin Xuetao’s expression remained unchanged, growing more certain. “Exactly! He followed you deliberately, then made a scene to attract you!”

“Nonsense! Lin Xuetao, you’d better stop stirring trouble!”

“Miss Zixun, you’re young. Don’t underestimate the wickedness of human hearts.”

“You…!”

Suddenly, Lin Yin chuckled.

Lin Xuetao snapped angrily, “How dare you laugh? Are you guilty?”

“No, I just find your theory quite amusing.” Lin Yin shrugged, eyes narrowed with a smile. “These days, it’s rare to see someone with such vivid imagination.”

“I warn you, don’t covet anything belonging to Miss Zixun.” Lin Xuetao stepped closer, eyes full of disdain. “There are some people you’re simply not qualified to approach!”

At that, Lin Yin laughed loudly, his gaze growing cold.

“I’m not qualified, so you are?”

“I am Lin Xuetao, heir of the Tianhe Lin family!”

Mentioning his lineage, Lin Xuetao brimmed with arrogant confidence.

The Tianhe Lin family? Lin Yin remembered.

A distant relative of Lin Zhengyang, who, relying on the reputation of Lin Wuwang, had arrogantly established the so-called Tianhe Lin family.

Unfortunately, Lin Yin had never met this supposed relative.