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The members of the Situ family wanted to watch but were embarrassed and put on a display of not looking around. Situ Yufeng made a gesture to a disciple behind him, who understood and quietly changed positions.

Apart from the Situ family, many others in the venue wanted to see it. Lin Tian didn’t mind, but Ling Shuiyao couldn’t bear it; she huffed and walked to the low table, blocking everyone’s view.

Many people immediately showed expressions of regret, but they were embarrassed to openly come and look.

"Lin Tian, how do you know Hou Xinchang won’t write a fake one, or half-truths, or reverse the order?" Xiao Manxuan approached Lin Tian and quietly asked.

Miss and Ling Shuiyao also looked at Lin Tian; they too thought of this problem, none of them had seen the real "Mo Blade Technique" manuscript, so no one could distinguish the authenticity of Hou Xinchang’s handwriting.

"Don’t worry, I have a way to get the real manuscript." Lin Tian had considered this issue and was very calm.

Back then, he bet against a Japanese playboy and won a healing medicine recipe by reading the communications on his phone through perception, obtaining the real manuscript.

However, now Hou Xinchang wrote it out by hand, perception couldn’t be used, so Lin Tian had been prepared.

Hou Xinchang wrote quickly, and soon filled several large sheets of paper. If bound into a book with regular A4-size paper, this book would be as thick as a finger.

"I’ve finished writing, you can verify the authenticity." Hou Xinchang pushed the paper in front of Lin Tian, but when he mentioned "authenticity," his gaze flickered involuntarily.

"Miss, verify it." Lin Tian shook his head, signaling Miss: "For each fake part you check, cut a piece of meat. I believe Hou Xinchang wouldn’t make himself suffer by giving us a fake one."

Hou Xinchang shivered a little but quickly calmed down; these subtle reactions didn’t escape Lin Tian’s eyes.

Miss hesitated and felt a little awkward: "Can I see it? This is your acquired ancient martial technique."

"Go ahead, what’s mine is yours." Lin Tian casually said, but it made the female CEO’s face turn red.

Actually, Lin Tian meant nothing much by it, but women are naturally emotional and imaginative, so Miss understood it differently.

Some female ancient martial artists present were very envious, while Situ Ruoling was not only envious but also jealous.

Miss nodded slightly, picked up the "notebook" on the table, and started studying it. She was very focused, not missing a single word, and others quieted down, not daring to disturb, as this was about the return of the Mo Blade Technique.

𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

After a while, Miss put down the "notebook," her attractive brows furrowing slightly.

"Sister Manxue, how is it?" Ling Shuiyao asked eagerly.

"It feels like something’s wrong, but I just can’t figure out what." Miss mussed as she pondered, unable to reach a conclusion, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hou Xinchang’s eyes flashed, he quickly explained: "The Mo Blade Technique has been lost for ages; it’s normal for you to find it strange. Moreover, I’ve only learned a part of it, it’s not complete."

"Incomplete? You dare to fool us with an incomplete version, tired of living?" Ling Shuiyao’s eyebrows raised, her Little La Jiao temper flaring.

"I wouldn’t dare to fool you; with my status, I simply don’t qualify to learn the complete Mo Blade Technique." Hou Xinchang loudly explained.

Lin Tian waved to Ling Shuiyao, saying, "It’s okay, Miss Shuiyao, I believe Hou Xinchang wouldn’t violate his samurai spirit. Let him go."

Hou Xinchang was greatly relieved and limped to escape this "dangerous place," but Lin Tian suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, a move that made Hou Xinchang panic.

"Does Mr. Lin intend to break his word? Going back on one’s word?" Hou Xinchang steadied himself and intentionally righteously questioned.

Lin Tian sneered, "I’m just warning you not to set foot in Huaxia again, otherwise I’ll slice you up piece by piece to feed the dogs."

"My mission failed, and my master won’t spare me. From now on, I can only flee Japan, hide my identity, and naturally won’t set foot in Huaxia again." Hou Xinchang promised, speaking sincerely.

Lin Tian withdrew his hand, but no one noticed a faint golden light from Hou Xinchang’s shoulder entering Lin Tian’s palm and disappearing.

Hou Xinchang limped away, no one stopped him, they still didn’t want to get involved in this turmoil.

Ling Shuiyao was still a bit upset, muttering indignantly, "Lin Tian, are you stupid, actually believing a Japanese person’s words, if their words can be believed, then pigs can climb trees."

Miss, Xiao Manxuan, and Yun Xiaotian were also puzzled, not only did they not understand, but many others did not either.

Lin Tian chuckled, "Miss Shuiyao, comparing Japanese people to pigs is the greatest insult to pigs!"

The beauties were stunned, it took a few seconds to realize that Lin Tian was clearly saying Japanese people are inferior to pigs.

"Then why..." Xiao Manxuan also curiously asked.

Lin Tian didn’t immediately answer; instead, he said to Ling Shuiyao, "Miss Shuiyao, please help me find a place, like a study room, Miss, you come along too."

Ling Shuiyao blinked, confused but still left with Miss and Lin Tian, leaving behind a crowd full of questions.

The three did not leave the mountaintop; Ling Shuiyao pushed Lin Tian into a house at the top, which was simply furnished with a set of chairs, a few bookshelves, and an incense burner.

"There’s no outsider here, tell me, what do you want to do?" Ling Shuiyao stared at Lin Tian, still a bit annoyed, clearly not over Lin Tian letting Hou Xinchang go.

Little La Jiao’s temper is straightforward; her mood shows on her face. Lin Tian shook his head slightly, smiling, "Don’t worry, I did some tricks on Hou Xinchang’s neck acupoint. Every time he channels his internal energy, his meridians will burst, he’ll become a cripple."

"Even if he doesn’t use ancient martial arts anymore, the wounds I left in the acupoint will gradually explode over time, so whether he becomes a waste is just a matter of time. For someone like him, being a cripple is worse than death."

The two women looked at each other, neither expected Lin Tian to have a fallback plan; Miss knew Lin Tian was skilled in the Nine Needle Technique, accomplishing this shouldn’t be difficult.

Ling Shuiyao finally smiled satisfied, "That little devil still wants to hide his identity, live carefree life, pfft, becoming a cripple is best, it’s the best punishment."

Then, Little La Jiao thought of something else and asked, "What’s going on with the Mo Blade Technique? You don’t really believe Hou Xinchang would give us the true Mo Blade Technique, do you?"

Lin Tian smiled mysteriously and said, "Don’t be impatient, do me a favor, prepare brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."

After speaking, he no longer cared about the two beauties, his mind focused inward, and in his mind, the Sword Spirit couldn’t help but cheer, "Master, your move is awesome, I admire you immensely."