The Dragon's Magic Code

Chapter 6 Shocking Swordsmanship

Lin Yan arrived at the second floor of the House of Hundred Treasures, accompanied by Huang Suqiu and Peng Jian.

The second floor of the House of Hundred Treasures was where magical weapons were sold.

Lin Yan browsed the second floor. Finally, his gaze fell on a fierce, shiny sword with no name.

Since Lin Qiaoer seized the assets under his name, he could not even afford a proper sword.

How could he practice the Heavenly Sword Finger Technique or perform the Art of Sword-Drawing without a sword?

Huang Suqiu followed beside Lin Yan. When she noticed his interest in the sword, she quickly came up to him and asked,

"Do you practice sword techniques too, Grandmaster Lin?"

Lin Yan nodded. He then turned his attention back to the sword as he said, "I know a trick or two."

Suqiu's eyes lit up. She had been worried about how to curry favor with a master alchemist like Lin Yan. Now, she had found her answer.

She hurriedly explained in a soft voice,

"This sword is called the Sky-Cloud Sword. It is 1.5 meters long and weighs 2.5 kilograms. The edge of the sword is sharp, and it cuts soundlessly!

"It is the work of a master who said the sword was made to kill."

"Interesting. It truly suits the description well. Anyone who practices martial art is bound to encounter death and forced to kill."

Lin Yan played with the Sky-Cloud Sword as he nodded in agreement. He then turned to Huang Suqiu.

"Miss Huang, you don't need to keep addressing me as Grandmaster Lin."

"We're almost the same age."

Huang Suqiu was stunned at first, then she said with a smile,

"I'll call you Young Grandmaster Lin then."

As the two of them bantered with each other, a voice came from behind, full of disdain for Lin Yan.

"What does a broke good-for-nothing like you have to do in the House of Hundred Treasures? Could you even afford a sword? Does it mean you still haven't given up on practicing the Heavenly Sword Finger Technique?"

"Qiaoer should have cut off your hand. It seems like you can't remember that you can't cultivate any more. Don't you know there are some things that you shouldn't be touching?"

The speaker was none other than Lin Tianyou.

Lin Tianyou wore an ugly sneer, staring daggers at Lin Yan. Then, his eyes landed on the sword and lit up.

"Oh, the House of Hundred Treasures has quite the sword. I didn't notice it before. Let me have a look!"

Without waiting for Lin Yan to hand it over, Lin Tianyou snatched the sword away.

With his unfathomable training and powerful Yuan Qi, Lin Yan was no match for him and could only allow him to take the sword away.

However, at that moment, Huang Suqiu slammed her hand into Lin Tianyou's palm.

A loud pang echoed through the second floor.

A blast of energy knocked them back a few steps.

Lin Tianyou's face darkened. "What is the meaning of this? No one ever dares to deny me of what I want!"

"I could even cripple Lin Yan. Who the hell do you think you are!"

"Aren't you afraid that you'll end up like him?"

Lin Tianyou was enraged by Huang Suqiu's actions.

However, she just glanced at him and snorted, not taking his threats seriously at all.

"So it was you! I had been curious as to what kind of methods you have to give you the nerves to speak to me like this at the House of Hundred Treasures."

Huang Suqiu's eyes flashed with a faint light. Her aura was greater than Lin Tianyou's.

Even Peng Jian, a practitioner at the First Stage of the Foundation Realm, was weaker than her.

"Eighth Stage of Body Tempering?"

Lin Yan was able to discern the stage of Huang Suqiu's cultivation. It was no wonder she had the guts to go up against Lin Tianyou.

It was hard to tell who would win and who would lose.

At that moment, a sweeping pressure came from the third floor, intimidating them. Everyone was shocked.

"Who dares to stir up trouble in my House of Hundred Treasures!"

A hunched man with a pinched face appeared. It was the shopkeeper, Peng Jian.

Lin Tianyou lost his arrogant expression the moment he saw Peng Jian. He glanced at Lin Yan and said,

"Shopkeeper, I want this sword no matter how much it costs! I don't believe that a useless person like Lin Yan would have more money than me!"

However, Peng Jian was astute enough to analyze the situation. He immediately understood and replied light-heartedly,

"I'm not short of money. I only hope the Sky-Cloud Sword finds a suitable master."

"In my opinion, Young Grandmaster Lin Yan is the owner of the Sky-Cloud Sword. Look at him. He has a promising future."

"Look at yourself. You're so ugly. Why don't you stop embarrassing yourself? You're just a silly guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes."

"If you don't have a mirror, at least take a pee and look at yourself in the puddle!"

Everyone fell silent, dumbfounded.

No matter how one looked at it, Lin Tianyou's future and value were much higher than Lin Yan's.

If that was the case, why did Peng Jian, who was at the First Stage of the Foundation Realm, think so highly of Lin Yan, even at the cost of offending the heir to the Lin Family?

"Heavens! Peng Jian is taking Lin Yan's side!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. We can't afford to offend both sides now. Don't let them hear us!"

Even Lin Yan and Huang Suqiu could not help but laugh out loud when they heard that.

However, Lin Tianyou was furious. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Still, he did not dare to act presumptuously in the House of Hundred Treasures, and he knew that he was no match for Peng Jian.

"Very well. I'd like to see if the owner could live to return to the Lin family!"

He then pulled Lin Qiaoer out of the House of Hundred Treasures.

"Young Grandmaster Lin, I'm afraid this person means you harm. Do you need me to send someone to escort you back?"

Huang Suqiu asked, concerned.

However, Lin Yan shook his head and refused. He could only hide for so long. He would have to settle the scores with Lin Tianyou sooner or later.

After getting a good deal from the House of Hundred Treasures, Lin Yan ordered the two to send someone to the Lin Mansion to retrieve the Marrow-Purifying Pills every three days before leaving.

After sending Lin Yan off, Huang Suqiu and Peng Jian stood side by side, deep in thought as they watched the man leave.

After a while, Huang Suqiu asked thoughtfully,

"Peng Jian, do you think that he can refine the Golden Essence Pills for me?"

Peng Jian frowned. Conflicted, he sighed,

"The matter of the Golden Essence Pill concerns your life. Although Lin Yan's technique of refining the Marrow-Cleansing Pill Furnace is extremely outstanding, I think we should think about this more thoroughly."

.......

Lin Yan stopped on the way back to the Lin Mansion and called out to the empty air,

"Come out. There's no need to hide. Is hiding all the Lin Family's disciples do now?"

Three practitioners at the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering suddenly appeared a short distance away in front of him with cold smiles plastered on their faces.

They were hunters, and Lin Yan was their prey who was at their mercy.

"It seems that you have enough self-awareness to know that Lin Tianyou will never let you go, but I didn't expect you to risk your life!"

"Lin Yan, it is truly unexpected that you had survived till now. The once-dignified heir shall die in our hands today!"

"Don't worry. We'll be kind enough to give you a quick death!"

They swaggered towards him with large blades in their hands. Then, they emitted a violent killing aura before dashing towards Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's eyes emitted a cold glint as he stared them down. A thread of silver luster surfaced in his eyes. A sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

He said coldly,

"Lin Jiao, Lin Mang, Lin Bao! You were all there on my wedding day, but you colluded with Lin Qiaoer in her evil."

"It's not wrong for me to kill you today!"

Lin Jiao and the other two were dumbfounded.

Not wrong with killing them?

Was Lin Yan dreaming? He was only at the Third Stage of Body Tempering, but the trio was at the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering.

Who was going to be the one getting killed?

"What a joke. Does the arrogant crippled heir think he can kill us? Try your best, and show me what you got."

Lin Jiao held his stomach and laughed out loud. He ridiculed Lin Yan, but his expression gradually stiffened in a split second.

The moment Lin Yan held the sword in his hand, his aura suddenly changed. It was as if the surrounding temperature had suddenly descended to the zero point.

A wave of energy emerged from his body and swept across the Sky-Cloud Sword. Before the sword was even out of its sheath, indescribable killing intent surged out.

"I only have one move, and it's called the Art of Sword-Drawing."

Lin Yan drew his sword, and a silver glow flashed as he spoke. A swooshing sound was heard as he swung his sword at them at lightning speed.

He threw three strikes at them.

The silver light flashed with sword will. Before Lin Jiao could react, his head rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and his whole body slumped into a pool of his blood. He was dead before anyone knew it.