I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

Han Yue's sword was swift, yet before it even neared Zhao Bei, it suddenly changed direction and landed in Tian Lin's hands three meters away.

Several disciples from Artifact Sect looked at each other, only Qu Butong, who was tied up with ropes on the ground, said:

"I've always heard that there are swordsmen in the world who can control flying swords with their Sword Intent, commanding them as if they were the masters of ten thousand swords. I never expected you, Tian, to be a Sword Cultivator."

Tian Lin was not a Sword Cultivator, nor did he possess the ability to control others' flying swords, and the sword Han Yue struck was not a flying sword either.

"Sister Han, you say Zhong Wujie is your Brother, isn't Zhao Bei your Brother as well?"

After Tian Lin finished speaking, Zhao Bei, who had caught Zhong Wujie, was still unaware of what had just happened; he just turned his head to glance at Han Yue.

Han Yue showed a guilty look, but her gaze gradually became resolute as she said to Tian Lin: "I know Brother Zhao has treated me well, and Brother Tian, you have saved me twice—

but for Brother Zhong, I am willing to be someone who disowns kin and betrays gratitude."

Zhao Bei, holding onto Zhong Wujie, was very angry, and just about to scold when suddenly Zhong Wujie made an unexpected move.

Zhong Wujie struck towards Zhao Bei's back with a palm; how ferocious was his Stacked Wind Palm? Even facing it directly, Tian Lin dare not be careless.

"Brother Qu, I've offended you!"

Tian Lin kicked out his left leg, sending Qu Butong flying like a kicked ball.

Qu Butong now transformed into a hidden weapon, instantly appearing next to Zhong Wujie.

Zhong Wujie was insane, but his combat instincts still lingered.

Such a big 'hidden weapon' like Qu Butong immediately attracted his attention.

He raised his hand with a palm strike, changing direction and landing on Qu Butong.

At this moment, the Binding Immortal Rope on Qu Butong had been undone by Tian Lin and placed on Zhao Bei.

Tian Lin raised his hand to grab, and the Binding Immortal Rope looped around Zhao Bei, pulling him over.

"Boom!"

Accompanying Qu Butong being hit by a palm, it wasn't just Qu Butong who was sent flying.

"Brother!"

Han Yue dashed towards Zhong Wujie as he fell and saw him vomiting a mouthful of black blood.

Han Yue was furious, looking towards Qu Butong, who was also vomiting blood and being stabilized by several disciples from Artifact Sect.

At that moment, Qu Butong was a mix of shame and rage, looking at Tian Lin saying: "Tian, you intend to use others as a weapon to kill?"

Tian Lin calmly replied: "My brother is not wearing armoured robes and likely can't withstand a palm from Zhong Wujie. Brother Qu, you're wearing armoured robes and have more cultivation; I think a palm from Zhong Wujie probably won't take your life."

Qu Butong forced himself to stabilize his internal aura; his fellow disciples were busy supporting Qu Butong and asked him: "Brother, how are you?"

Qu Butong said: "I'm all right, just need some rest. That Zhong, his chest was crushed by my palm strike, he's probably not going to make it."

"Qu, I will kill you!"

Han Yue threw a steel needle from her hand, which Qu Butong deflected with a sweep of his sleeve.

The steel needles changed direction in mid-air, all flying towards Han Yue.

At that moment, Tian Lin's flying sword sprung from his hand, knocking all the steel needles aimed at Han Yue's face off course.

Now, the situation was that Han Yue wanted to kill Qu Butong but couldn't; Qu Butong wanted to capture Han Yue, yet Tian Lin was protecting her.

For the moment, neither could kill the other.

"Enough, Qu has been bested."

Qu Butong, mood fluctuating, said to the fellow disciples beside him: "Brothers, take me back to the sect."

Those disciples from Artifact Sect turned their heads to look at Tian Lin.

They had never heard of the name Tian Lin before, only knowing that Baihua Peak indeed had such a disciple who started from miscellaneous tasks.

But today, they finally witnessed that there was indeed such a person as Tian Lin in the world—

Bear in mind, Tian Lin was only in his teens.

"The green mountains will not change, the flow of water will always continue—Brother Tian, we shall meet again!"

Those disciples from Artifact Sect left some harsh words, supporting Qu Butong as they departed.

Tian Lin glanced at Han Yue, and also at Zhong Wujie whom Han Yue was holding: "Sister Han, come back to the sect with me?"

Han Yue didn't speak, just gazing at the barely breathing Zhong Wujie in her arms, sobbing.

She seemed to cry for a century, and suddenly, the gasping and blood-spitting Zhong Wujie smiled, "Sister Yue, you're crying again."

Han Yue stiffened, holding Zhong Wujie tightly and said: "Brother Wu, you finally recognize me—"

Zhong Wujie said: "I recognize you, how could I not? When we were children, I swore an oath with you that if I ever abandoned you, I'd be struck dead."

Han Yue cried: "Those were just childish jokes, I don't want heaven to fulfill such an oath."

The two of them spoke as if no one else was present, only leaving Tian Lin and Zhao Bei nearby.

Tian Lin frowned, glanced at the surrounding villagers, then made a gesture to Zhao Bei.

Zhao Bei picked up his sword, warning off the villagers so they wouldn't disturb the two talking.

At that moment, Zhong Wujie, in Han Yue's embrace, suddenly turned his gaze toward Tian Lin: "Brother Tian, let us talk for a moment!"

Tian Lin stepped forward and clasped his hands towards Zhong Wujie: "Brother Zhong, speak what you wish. As long as it is reasonable, I will surely help you."

His flattering words came easily, but whether he would abide by them depended on what Zhong Wujie would say.

"Although I grow madder by the day, there is still some clarity in my mind."

He said, "When I'm insane, I've heard Yue'er mention you, knowing you are a good person and also ascending Dao Seeking Mountain."

Tian Lin's heart stirred, looking at Zhong Wujie.

Hearing Zhong Wujie say, "Thank you for taking care of Yue'er. I have a piece of advice, though I'm not sure if it's appropriate to say."

Tian Lin glanced at Han Yue beside him and asked Zhong Wujie, "Brother, feel free to speak."

Zhong Wujie said, "I advise you, there is no need to ascend Dao Seeking Mountain anymore. The second layer platform is not accessible to those who are not offspring of immortals."

Tian Lin knew that this concerned the secrets of Dao Seeking Mountain.

Even Elder Feng had always wanted to know the secrets about Dao Seeking Mountain.

He glanced at Han Yue and noticed that she was completely uninterested in this secret, merely busying herself wiping the blood from Zhong Wujie's mouth.

"Offspring of immortals, what does that mean?"

After Tian Lin asked, Zhong Wujie said:

"Immortals and mortals are forever separated—ghosts cannot enter. I do not know what the offspring of immortals means, but what I know is, everyone from Yulong Continent is mortal, even our Sect Ancestor himself is a mortal."

"If mortals cannot ascend to the third segment of stone steps, then why is the Sect Ancestor at the mountain summit?"

Tian Lin was somewhat skeptical, Zhong Wujie shook his head: "These words, I'm afraid you will have to ask the Sect Ancestor yourself at the summit; anyhow, even if you reach the ninety-ninth step, you will be struck down."

Suddenly, he coughed violently, Han Yue immediately cried out, "Brother, stop talking, let's heal your wounds first."

Zhong Wujie shook his head, smiling, "Junior Sister, I think, by telling Tian this secret, he will take care of you out of gratitude in the future, won't he?"

"I don't need anyone to take care of me!"

Han Yue said, "I just want you, Brother, to survive."

Zhong Wujie coughed again, then suddenly turned his gaze to Tian Lin: "The secret of Dao Seeking Mountain, I'm afraid only by going to Cangzhou can you find the answer. But if you want to go to Cangzhou, how will you cross the Immortal Sinking Pond?"

Tian Lin nodded, "The elders of each sect have been searching for a way to cross the ocean for a thousand years. Unfortunately, without the thousand-year-old wood, no one can cross the ocean."

Zhong Wujie smiled and said, "Junior Brother, perhaps the Sect Ancestor of Heart Inquiry Sect has the thousand-year-old wood hidden within Dao Seeking Mountain. But where it is hidden, I can never figure out."

Tian Lin was moved, thinking of Zhou Shoufan's eyeball, the tomb by Kun Lake in the illusion, and the clan badge of the Zhou Family in the storage bag.

At this point, Zhong Wujie could hardly sustain himself.

At the same time, Zhao Bei approached Tian Lin, saying, "Brother, people from Blood Sect have arrived."

Tian Lin turned his head towards several faint lights in the distance, glancing at Han Yue and Zhong Wujie.

After a moment, Tian Lin said to Han Yue, "Junior Sister Han, Brother Zhong is lucid now, you don't have to use the infant for alchemy anymore. The Blood Sect's people are here, you should take Brother Zhong back to the sect first."

When Zhao Bei came near enough to overhear Tian Lin's words, he frowned, "We're not keeping an eye on her, you think she'll go back to the sect honestly?"

Over there, Han Yue lifted Zhong Wujie and said to him, "Brother, I'll take you home."

She indeed turned around and left without thanking Tian Lin and Zhao Bei.

Zhao Bei was furious, but Tian Lin shook his head.

"Senior Brother, if she escapes, how will we report back to the Peak Master?"

Watching Han Yue departing, Zhao Bei grew anxious.

Tian Lin said, "Zhong Wujie helped me out, so I am just repaying this favor to him via Han Yue. At this point, what does it matter if we drag Junior Sister Han back to the sect? She likely won't appear again."

As Tian Lin finished speaking, a voice from the other side coldly laughed, "You disciples of immortal gates have been quite diligent lately. My Blood Sect's territory is not somewhere you can just enter."

The person speaking was unknown to Tian Lin, he looked around and saw about ten Blood Sect Devotees had surrounded him. It was unclear how many among these people were in the twelfth-tier Qi Refining.

"Excuse us, we're heading off now."

Tian Lin clasped hands, the robed figures stepped forward, "You speak lightly, since you two are cultivators, we'll keep your bodies for alchemy."

While they spoke, Tian Lin had already deployed his Heart Inquiry Skill.

With one sweep, more than ten people vomited blood simultaneously.

Tian Lin rarely used the Heart Inquiry Skill, but to avoid entanglement and ensure an easy escape later, he put forth all his strength upon acting.

As these people vomited blood, Tian Lin's and Zhao Bei's flying swords acted together.

After beheading several heads, they immediately controlled their swords and turned into streaks of light soaring into the sky.

"Senior Brother, where do we go now?"

Zhao Bei shouted in the sky, listening to Tian Lin said:

"Let's first draw these people away; once we're sure Han Yue has gone far enough, let's visit the Immortal Sinking Pond that you wanted to see."

Zhao Bei had wanted to visit the Immortal Sinking Pond, but had been exhausted from looking for Han Yue lately.

Hearing that Tian Lin still remembered his wish to visit the Immortal Sinking Pond, he felt greatly excited:

"Senior Brother, you really treat your junior well! Rest assured, when the Peak Master asks back at the sect, I'll say it was both me and you who let Junior Sister Han escape."

Tian Lin responded, "Why say it was us who let her escape? Just say we were contending with Qu Butong, and that's when Junior Sister Han fled."