Zombie Bodyguard

Ling Zishan carefully put away Lin Tian’s handwritten notes, but when she saw his calligraphy, she was slightly surprised: "This is really good, already has its own style."

"Aunt Ling, you’re praising me too much, I might get arrogant." Lin Tian joked, aware of his own abilities.

He had seen Ling Zishan’s writing before, on the auction invitation, the spirit of those characters was unmatched, so Ling Zishan’s skill in calligraphy was very high.

Even though Ling Shuiyao’s praise was just that, Ling Zishan’s high evaluation left Lin Tian, thick-skinned as he was, a bit embarrassed.

"Some people’s writing looks beautiful but has no spirit, while others may not look as good yet are full of charm. A computer printer can print any font, but they have no soul." Ling Zishan commented like this.

She didn’t say much more about those principles, but solemnly put away Lin Tian’s notes, then smiled: "Let’s go, we’ve been away too long, Manxue and Shuiyao might miss the elimination round."

The group left the study and returned to the arena, and all the Ancient Martial Artists noticed them, and they all thought of the Mo Blade Technique, although they would have never guessed that Langya Pavilion would also have half of it.

"Mr. Lin, I heard some people say that the Mo Blade Technique might be fake, is that alright?" Huang Xiaopang asked concernedly.

"Don’t worry, even if it’s fake, I can make it real." Lin Tian replied with a smile.

"Mr. Lin is really amazing." Huang Xiaopang admired and said, his simple mind truly believing in Lin Tian.

"Forget about the Mo Blade Technique, while I was away, who was eliminated?" Lin Tian waved his hand and asked.

Huang Xiaopang thought for a moment and replied: "The Wang Family and Qingshuang Pavilion both had one disciple eliminated, they encountered Ji Zimo and Situ Yufeng."

"Not very lucky." Lin Tian said indifferently, regarding the strength of the Wang Family and Qingshuang Pavilion’s contestants, he wasn’t too familiar, the Wang Family was very low-key, but running into Ji Zimo was just bad luck.

After all, being called the number one among the young generation isn’t for nothing.

Ling Shuiyao, however, dismissed it and said: "That’s nothing, the one eliminated from the Wang Family was just a second-line disciple, that Wang Lin is still in, it’s said that Wang Lin’s realm is Postnatal Perfection, at least top ten in strength." She pointed to a young man at the Wang Family’s location after saying this.

"Wang Lin? No impression." Lin Tian glanced over and recalled his last visit to the Wang Family, didn’t seem to have seen such a person.

"He was in seclusion recently, probably trying to reach the Innate Realm, unfortunately, he didn’t succeed. He’s here for the tournament, also seeking an opportunity for a breakthrough." Ling Shuiyao explained.

Lin Tian nodded in understanding, many Ancient Martial Artists participated in the tournament seeking such opportunities because working behind closed doors sometimes isn’t as effective as real battle, and sparring with different people might bring enlightenment.

"Next match, Li Wenfeng versus Yun Tian." The elder announced loudly, the named competitors immediately drew Lin Tian’s attention back.

"In the end, they still meet." Lin Tian said softly, some things seem destined, unavoidable.

Yun Xiaotian’s fair face showed some worry, after all, Li Wenfeng’s performance in the previous rounds was impeccable, all victories, and she knew little about her big brother Yun Tian’s strength.

The Yun and Li families are destined rivals in the secular world, and now in the Ancient Martial World, it’s still the same. She understood, if Li Wenfeng truly held the upper hand, he wouldn’t miss the chance to cripple Yun Tian, and that’s what she feared.

After waiting for more than a decade, she finally found her big brother, if anything unfortunate happened to Yun Tian on stage, she wouldn’t know what to do, or how their mother would cope.

In this helpless moment, she subconsciously grabbed Lin Tian’s arm, seemingly only at ease this way.

Lin Tian glanced at her, then held her hand in return, smiling: "Don’t worry, even if your big brother loses, I’ll break the rules if I have to, to save him."

Actually, Lin Tian had long seen through it, if one of those family heirs faced life-threatening danger on stage, those big shots would intervene just the same, because from ancient to present, rules never govern those who set them.

The high-ranking individuals follow the rules because those rules still serve their interests, if the rules harm their interests, they will break them as well.

Yun Xiaotian nodded vigorously: "Brother Lin, thank you." Her eyes held gratitude, admiration, and a deep-seated affection.

A sixteen-year-old girl’s eyes held such an expression, making Lin Tian’s heart pound a few times, this little girl, when she grows up, will be quite the force to reckon with, too lethal.

Miss and Xiao Manxuan glanced at the hands they held, their eyes a bit strange, but they said nothing.

Li Wenfeng walked onto the stage, carrying that giant sword on his back, his appearance drew everyone’s attention. His recent performances undoubtedly shocked all the Ancient Martial Artists, with his unique fighting style and strange weapon, most people had never seen before.

In contrast, Yun Tian’s entrance attracted far fewer eyes, though he made it to the elimination round, his performance was quite average, lacking standout moments.

However, a few of the big shots did pay him attention, Ling Zishan glanced over a few times, then looked at Wang Wanxi, curious: "Why is Yun Tian’s realm so strange, it seems to be fluctuating continuously, very unstable."

"I don’t know either, he’s been training with Mr. Wang recently, and I haven’t inquired much." Wang Wanxi shook her head slightly.

"Mr. Wang..." Ling Zishan murmured, recalling those past events involving the Wang Family, their expulsion incident had once caused quite a stir in the Ancient Martial World.

Only a few limited big shots could sense Yun Tian’s instability, in the eyes of other Ancient Martial Artists, Yun Tian seemed quite ordinary among the elimination round contestants.

Both were ordinary Loose Cultivators in the Ancient Martial World but were geniuses in the secular world. The two major commercial families, both were rich heirs.

It’s undeniable, neither of them had the common stench of money often found among those wealthy heirs, Ghost was easier to explain, having just joined the Yun Family, not yet engaged with vast fortunes, still bearing the mercenary’s coldness and unruliness, having restrained a lot post-training.

Li Wenfeng, since young, was the heir to the Li family, yet he had no stench of money, Lin Tian was at odds with him, but he had to acknowledge this point.

Li Wenfeng’s vision differed from all other heirs, even surpassing those old commercial pioneers; he aimed to lead the family down a different path, not only amassing wealth but also ensuring dynastic longevity like the Ancient Martial families.

And Ghost was his first stumbling block, hence, he intended to completely defeat Ghost on stage, making him a stepping stone.

Ghost stood opposite Li Wenfeng, yet appeared much calmer; without declaration, none would know that he emerged from piles of the dead as a mercenary.

This change, Lin Tian felt most acutely, for the more Ghost trained, the more his mercenary aura faded.