247: Asking the Sword of the Liusheng Sword School

Japan, Shibuya.

Deep within the Ryūsei Sword Sect's mansion, the air was so heavy it almost solidified.

Ryūsei Eiichirō stared intently at his phone screen, his wrinkled old face now so grim it looked like it could drip water.

On the screen was an urgent report his subordinate had just sent.

In just two days.

The Ryūsei Sword Sect's branch dojos across Japan had been challenged one by one.

Without exception, all were defeated.

The dojo's plaques were cut in half, and the Disciples suffered injuries ranging from broken limbs to shattered Sword Dao hearts, rendering them cripples.

The losses were severe!

What vexed him even more was that the opponent had announced his identity, coming to challenge them in the name of the “Lin Family of Jiangnan”.

This left him with no excuse to gather other sects for a joint encirclement.

This was a private feud within the sword Dao world; outsiders had no right to interfere.

Ryūsei Eiichirō took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He, of course, knew why the Lin Family's people had come.

For that ancient Dragon Country sword enshrined in their ancestral hall.

“jingzhe” (waking of insects) sword.

That was the glory of the Ryūsei Sword Sect, a spoil of war brought back by the Ryūsei Ancestor after he slew the Dragon Country sword Dao master Lin Yunxiao by the Qiantang River back then!

Now, the descendants of the Lin Family had come knocking.

They wanted to take it back?

Dream on!

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ryūsei Eiichirō’s eyes.

In his opinion, since it had been obtained by the Ryūsei family, it was the Ryūsei family’s property.

Now that the Lin Family’s people were here, they weren’t asking for it back; they were stealing!

It was an act of banditry!

“Family Head, what should we do now?” the Chief Disciple beside him asked cautiously, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

“What are you panicking for!” Ryūsei Eiichirō rebuked coldly.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his mind racing.

A head-on clash would probably not work.

To be able to sweep through all the Ryūsei Sword Sect's branches alone, this person's strength had definitely exceeded the scope of an ordinary Qi Refiner master.

But to just hand over the sword, what would become of the Ryūsei Sword Sect's reputation?

Where would his authority as Family Head be?

Suddenly, he stopped, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

“Go, contact all major media outlets and tell them I’m holding a press conference.”

Ryūsei Eiichirō said coldly.

“We will condemn the Lin Family of Dragon Country for bullying others and forcibly seizing our nation’s cultural treasure!”

“I want the pressure of public opinion to force him to retreat in the face of difficulty!”

The Chief Disciple was startled, then admiration appeared in his eyes.

As expected of the Family Head!

This move was truly brilliant!

However, no sooner had he finished speaking.

A detached, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed without warning throughout the entire Ryūsei mansion.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if whispering right beside them.

“Lin Xiao of the Lin Family of Jiangnan.”

“I have come to challenge for the sword and settle the ancestral grievances!”

Boom!

The entire Ryūsei Sword Sect instantly erupted into chaos!

Countless Disciples who were practicing their swordsmanship stopped their movements, rushing out of the courtyard with furious faces.

“Baka! Who dares to be so presumptuous in the Ryūsei family!”

“The Lin Family? Is it the descendant of that defeated opponent from back then?”

“How dare he come? A suicidal fool! I’ll tear him to shreds!”

Shouts and curses rose one after another.

They did not know Lin Xiao's terrifying strength, only assuming he was an ordinary Qi Refiner who didn't know his place.

Ryūsei Eiichirō’s face instantly became extremely grim.

He had just been thinking of using public opinion to create momentum, but the other party had directly come knocking!

This was a blatant slap in the face!

“All of you, shut up!”

Ryūsei Eiichirō roared, stopping the younger generation who were clamoring to fight.

He knew better than anyone that these people rushing forward would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice to the empty courtyard.

“Since Your Excellency has arrived, why not show yourself?”

“Please!”

As his voice fell, a figure slowly walked in from outside the courtyard gate.

Black hair and black eyes, white clothes as pure as snow.

He held an ancient longsword wrapped in black cloth in his arms.

It was Lin Xiao.

His expression was indifferent; he ignored the gazes of those around him who wished they could devour him alive, and walked straight to the center of the courtyard.

His purpose for this trip was only to challenge for the sword and retrieve the “jingzhe” (waking of insects) sword.

Therefore, he did not use the power of an Cultivator, but suppressed his cultivation, relying purely on his understanding of the Dao of the sword and the Lin Family's sword techniques to fight his enemies.

Lin Xiao's gaze swept past everyone and landed on Ryūsei Eiichirō.

“You must be very clear about my purpose in coming.”

He got straight to the point, his voice still calm.

“First, to spar in the Dao of the sword.”

“Second, to retrieve my Lin Family Ancestor’s treasured sword, ‘jingzhe’ (waking of insects) sword.”

Ryūsei Eiichirō narrowed his eyes and sneered.

“A sword challenge is acceptable.”

“But the ‘jingzhe’ (waking of insects) sword is a spoil of war from my Ryūsei Ancestor, and it has long been an item of my Ryūsei family.”

“You want to take it back? Impossible!”

Bandit logic.

Lin Xiao's eyes showed no change, as if he had long anticipated the other party would say this.

He didn't waste any more words.

More talk was useless.

His gaze swept over the Ryūsei Sword Sect members around him who had already drawn their samurai swords and were eager to act, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Since there’s nothing to discuss.”

“Then come at me, all of you.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene fell silent.

All the Disciples of the Ryūsei Sword Sect were stunned, thinking they had misheard.

One person challenging the entire Ryūsei Sword Sect?

What arrogance!

Ryūsei Eiichirō was also startled, but then, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curled upwards, and a wild joy of his plan succeeding flashed in his eyes.

Young man!

Indeed, still too young, too impetuous!

Unable to withstand even the slightest provocation!

Perfect!

Let you be besieged to death, just like your suicidal ancestor!

He would, in front of everyone, completely cripple this so-called Lin Family Genius!

To wash away the shame of the Ryūsei Sword Sect!

Ryūsei Eiichirō subtly gave his Chief Disciple a look.

The Chief Disciple understood, fiercely drawing the katana from his waist and shouting loudly.

“Form up!”

“Kill!”

In an instant, dozens of elite Disciples of the Ryūsei Sword Sect roared simultaneously, rushing towards Lin Xiao from all directions, their gleaming blades slashing out deadly cold light under the sun!

Facing this overwhelming encirclement, Lin Xiao didn't even draw the xueming sword from his arms.

He just stood still, watching calmly.

Clang! Clang! Thud! Thud!

Crisp sounds of metal colliding rang out like dense raindrops.

All the samurai swords slashing at Lin Xiao were effortlessly parried and deflected one by one with the sword sheath in his arms.

His movements were fluid and graceful, without a single wasted motion.

It was as if he wasn't facing a siege by dozens of people, but leisurely strolling in a courtyard.

“Is the level of the Ryūsei Sword Sect only this much?”

Lin Xiao's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of undisguised disappointment.

“If not for my ancestor, who, to protect the common people, fought with all his might and was exhausted, your ancestors wouldn't even be fit to carry his shoes.”

Before his words finished, he flicked his wrist.

His left hand, holding the sword sheath, performed the Lin Family sword technique with the sheath still on!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

With a few muffled thuds, the Disciples at the very front were sent flying backward with screams, as if struck by a speeding truck, blood gushing from their mouths, their samurai swords flying from their hands.

Lin Xiao slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the astonished crowd and landing on Ryūsei Eiichirō, whose face was fluctuating between shades of gloom.

“Let you old guys come.”

“These wastes are no match for me at all.”