Chapter 9

Yu Canghai, with his short and stocky build, had a dark and stern expression. However, sitting in the middle of the room, he exuded the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Ren Yan hasn't arrived yet?" Yu Canghai asked Luo Renxiong with a blank face.

Luo Renxiong hurriedly stepped forward: "My junior brother took another route. Calculating the time, he should be arriving soon. Should I go out of the city to meet him?"

Yu Canghai's expression remained unchanged: "It's good for you to go and check. If he doesn't come, it's fine. Return as soon as possible; don't waste time. By evening, we will launch the final attack." Knowing his son's character, Yu Canghai suspected he might already be in some brothel.

"Yes, I understand," Luo Renxiong replied, taking his orders and leaving the inn with his sword.

"Are the others prepared?" Yu Canghai turned to ask Hou Renying.

"Master, everything is ready. As soon as you give the order, we will surely sweep away the Fuyi Escort Agency!" Hou Renying stepped forward to reply.

Yu Canghai lowered his head and said nothing. Years ago, his master Changqingzi was defeated by Lin Yuan. After returning to Songfeng Temple, he went into seclusion to create a martial art that could rival the 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique.' However, he became overly ambitious and eventually died from a mental breakdown, a tragic and pitiful end.

This time, Yu Canghai came to destroy the Fuyi Escort Agency partly for revenge, but mainly to covet the 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique.' The current martial world was in chaos, with Zuo Lengshan dominating. Although Songfeng Temple did not belong to the Five Mountains Sword Sect, it was still closely watched by Zuo Lengshan. To break free from Zuo Lengshan's control, Yu Canghai needed to enhance his own martial power. The 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique' was an excellent skill.

From his master to himself, Songfeng Temple had always been interested in this powerful sword technique.

Over the years, the Fuyi Escort Agency had grown larger, but Lin Zhenan's martial arts were not high. After multiple probes, he finally determined the depth of the Fuyi Escort Agency. Sensing the unpredictable changes in the martial world, Yu Canghai could no longer wait.

...

In the main hall of the Fuyi Escort Agency.

Su Zhong's words plunged the hall into silence, where even a pin drop could be heard.

Lin Zhenan took a while to recover: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Songfeng Temple is one of the renowned orthodox sects in the world, and Yu Canghai is a renowned grandmaster. How could he do such a mad and insane thing?"

Su Zhong's face was cold with a sneer: "Why can't he do such a thing? As long as he has an excuse, he can use the righteousness of the martial world to openly exterminate our entire Lin family. And I can guarantee that no one in the martial world will criticize Yu Canghai!"

"Excuse... Yes, an excuse! He has no excuse! Every year, I send them gifts, even though he doesn't accept them, I have never been disrespectful. Where does he get the excuse?!" Lin Zhenan was already somewhat panicked by the massive force of Songfeng Temple.

"Do you want to know?" A strange expression appeared on Su Zhong's always cold face.

Lin Zhenan was taken aback: "You know?!"

Lin's wife also looked at Su Zhong in surprise.

Su Zhong looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was staring at him, and remained silent.

Lin Zhenan followed Su Zhong's gaze to his youngest son and asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with Pingzhi?"

"Of course it does. Do you know who you killed this afternoon?" Su Zhong asked Lin Pingzhi.

"Who?" Lin Pingzhi's heart sank, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Su Zhong turned to Lin Zhenan: "His name is Yu Renyan, Yu Canghai's son. The murder of his son is a sufficient excuse."

Lin Zhenan slumped in his seat: "This is heaven's will to destroy my Lin family."

As if the blow to Lin Zhenan was not enough, Su Zhong continued: "If this excuse is not enough, how about avenging his master? Years ago, Lin Yuan defeated Changqingzi, who died from a mental breakdown. Although it has nothing to do with Lin Yuan, he can blame it on the Fuyi Escort Agency, and no one in the martial world will question it."

Lin Zhenan was already numb from these words, and his last bit of hope was completely shattered.

"No, we must leave tonight. Let everyone go together, and we will mix in to avoid their pursuit!" Lin Zhenan snapped his pipe in half, his years of experience in the escort business finally taking effect.

Lin's wife hurriedly got up to pack but was held back by Su Zhong.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't even figured out the enemy's ultimate goal. What's the point of running? Songfeng Temple is powerful and wealthy. Where can we run to? Even the Golden Saber Sect might not be able to protect us." Su Zhong's cold words shattered everyone's hopes again.

"Ultimate goal, what ultimate goal could he have?" Lin's wife, seeing her eldest son's calm demeanor, knew that Su Zhong had a plan. Her mood eased, and she was drawn into Su Zhong's topic.

"The 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique'!" Su Zhong said directly without waiting for Lin Zhenan to ask.

"Our family's 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique' is passed down orally. There is no such thing as a sword manual," Lin Zhenan refused to admit, clinging to his family's tradition.

Su Zhong said nothing, reaching back. Xiao Sheng took out a package from his chest and placed it in Su Zhong's hands. Su Zhong flicked his wrist, and the contents of the package flew out. An old robe fluttered and spread out on the floor of the hall.

Lin Zhenan's eyes widened, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. Indeed, Su Zhong's next words made his face change drastically.

"I found something interesting in the old house in Xiangyang Lane. Everyone can take a look," Su Zhong's eyes fixed on Lin Zhenan.

Lin Zhenan pointed at Su Zhong, his face showing a mix of anger, curiosity, and confusion.

"What is this?" Lin's wife got up to look.

"The 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique' manual," Su Zhong said calmly, sipping tea.

"What!" The three people in the room were shocked, but Su Zhong and Xiao Sheng remained calm. Su Zhong had already thoroughly studied the incomplete 'Manual of the Sunflower.' Although he was impressed by its subtleties, he had no interest in practicing it. Over the years, he had delved into the sword path and no longer valued the 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique.' Moreover, the harsh conditions for practice made him avoid it.

"How can this be?!" Lin Zhenan was suddenly horrified, his face contorted as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Lin's wife was also shocked, her face pale as she read the first eight characters.

"Isn't it interesting?" Su Zhong said indifferently.

"Shut up! Wicked son!" Lin Zhenan roared, panting heavily.

"Why should I shut up? To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself. Lin Yuan was a eunuch!" Su Zhong's words stabbed into Lin Zhenan's heart, making him bleed.

"Wicked son, do not disgrace our ancestors!" Lin Zhenan instinctively roared.

Su Zhong laughed coldly: "Ancestors? Your proud ancestor Lin Yuan was a eunuch. He is not my ancestor."

Lin Zhenan wanted to argue but finally slumped back into his chair. His pride was the Fuyi Escort Agency, and Lin Yuan, who founded it, was always a towering figure in his heart. Now, that figure had collapsed, leaving him feeling mentally shattered.

"Brother, are you so powerful because you practiced the 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique'?" Lin Pingzhi asked in shock.

Lin's wife also turned pale.

Su Zhong's face darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, making Lin Pingzhi immediately fall silent.

"Even if I had the complete 'Manual of the Sunflower' in front of me, I wouldn't care. How much more so for this incomplete 'Evil-Dispelling Sword Technique'?" Su Zhong said, then wiped his hand across his waist. A green light flashed, and the robe flew up, instantly turning into pieces of fabric. He struck with an empty palm, and the inner strength burst forth, turning the flying pieces of fabric into dust.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Zhenan's heart tightened, and he shouted.

Su Zhong didn't even lift his eyelids, sheathing his sword.

"Why keep this curse? Do you want me to practice it, or do you want Lin Pingzhi to practice it, or do you want to practice it yourself? Do you want to cut off your lineage?"

Each of Su Zhong's words hit Lin Zhenan's heart.

He clutched his head, sitting motionless on the stool. The blows of the day were too heavy.

His ancestors were gone, the escort agency was about to be lost, and once Yu Canghai arrived, his wife and children would also be in danger. Not collapsing mentally was already a good thing.

"What should we do? How can they be so unreasonable?" Lin's wife was also panicked. Initially, she thought she could mediate, but it was clear that the other party was there to kill and plunder. There was no room for侥幸 (侥幸 means侥幸, but in this context, it means '侥幸' or '侥幸'). She quickly looked at her eldest son, who had orchestrated everything today.

Su Zhong pressed Lin's wife back into her seat, patted her hand, and reassured her. "Reason? The martial world has never been about reason; it's always about strength!"

"Rest assured, if they dare to come, I will dare to kill. I will use the Death-Dealing Sword to restore the Lin family's prestige!"

Lin Zhenan came to his senses, hearing the name of the Death-Dealing Sword again. He remembered the power of the Death-Dealing Sword in the martial world. He had been distracted by Lin Pingzhi's murder and hadn't thought about it. Now, he remembered that the Death-Dealing Sword was a name that represented blood and cruelty!

...

In the dead of night, Yu Canghai led over thirty disciples to the gate of the Fuyi Escort Agency. He looked up at the banner on the flagpole and struck it with an empty palm.

Crack!

The thick wooden pole snapped in half. The banner with the words "Fuyi Escort Agency" fell to the ground. Yu Canghai strode forward, stepping on the banner and entering the Fuyi Escort Agency. His short and stocky figure seemed to bring a wave of blood and violence.

"Lin Zhenan, give me back my son's life!"

The mission was not going well, possibly because his actions were against the will of heaven. Before he even acted, he had lost a son. Yu Canghai was furious.

Entering the gate, the courtyard was empty. In the distance, the main hall was lit by thick candles, and the copper mirrors reflected the light, making the hall as bright as day. A young man in black sat in the main seat, his eyes cold as he looked at Yu Canghai.

"Yu Canghai, I have been waiting for you." Su Zhong's voice was low, as if coming from the depths of hell: "Since you dared to come, don't think of going back! Attack!"

Yu Canghai's face changed, a sense of danger rising in his heart: "Not good! Retreat quickly!"

Creak... Bang!

The open door slammed shut, and the sound of chains clinking. The door was locked from the outside!

Yu Canghai's face changed again. This was a trap!

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