The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror

It's already late September, the end of autumn.

The sound of the wind between heaven and earth wails, a sense of desolation, highlighting the "mourning attire" of the Xu Residence at this moment.

Indeed, although Feng Wu did not hold a funeral for Xu Qing, everyone in the residence nonetheless mourns the old master in their hearts.

There is no ceremony, but the atmosphere is here!

Especially Aunt Zhou, who came over to help manage household affairs, repeatedly cried to the point of fainting these past days.

Li Gongpu, far away in another place, visibly aged after receiving the news.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death are part of human life, but when the younger passes before the elder, the sorrow is beyond any words.

Moreover, Xu Qing was the hope in Aunt Zhou's heart.

When one grows old, how can they live if there is no hope?

Besides, the children of the Xu and Li families need Xu Qing's protection to grow strong without fear of the storms. Without Xu Qing, their existence in the world is akin to suffering.

Because the protector is gone, the covetous eyes on the Xu and Li families' assets from the outside will only increase.

Wealth without the corresponding strength and power to guard it only invites disaster.

In contrast to the lifeless atmosphere of the Xu Residence, the tall wutong tree in the Eastern Courtyard of the Xu Mansion seems full of vitality in this season of decay.

Plants are merciless.

Do they care nothing about the death of their master?

Or perhaps, they do not consider this event at all.

The steps of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint move slowly yet firmly towards the Xu Residence.

The towering wutong tree serves as a landmark; unless one is blind, the Xu Residence is easy to find.

His path is utterly straight, his steps incredibly uniform, as if following the laws of the celestial bodies, impossible to err.

A wall blocked his path, so he walked through it, creating a human-shaped door upon passing. Dust scattered on the ground, layer upon layer, lifted by the late autumn breeze.

During the dry, dusty time between autumn and winter, this dust blended into the evening wind unnoticed.

Moreover, there was no sound when the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint passed through the wall.

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Songhe Tower, once a contact point for the Lotus Sect, has been renovated and is now the tallest tavern in Jiangning Prefecture City.

Songhe Tower is only a few streets away from the Xu Residence.

King Lin, dressed in a blue robe, appears on the rooftop of the tavern, carrying a bow.

This is the Heaven Shaking Bow from the Kong Mansion.

The arrows he carries are the Purple Thunder Divine Rockets, secretly made by Fang Immortal Dao, unrivaled in defense-breaking power among firearms.

The Heaven Shaking Bow is the pinnacle of cold weapons of the old era, while the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket represents the peak level of modern firearms.

The intertwining of old and new!

King Lin closes his eyes.

He doesn't dare look at the position of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

Because his gaze, even without any killing intent, would alert the Martial Saint.

Never underestimate any Martial Saint.

Holding the bow and arrow, King Lin's tension and excitement melt away instantly.

Ambushing a Martial Saint is indeed a thrilling thing for a Martial Arts Grandmaster like him, regardless of success or failure, this experience will definitely aid in his future breakthrough to "Martial Saint".

Although not through sight, King Lin still has a mental map of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's path towards the Xu Residence.

King Lin knows Jiangning Prefecture City like the back of his hand.

In his mind, the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's route and progress match reality exactly.

Draw, nock, pull the bow to a full moon.

The terrifying explosive power is brewing.

Under this explosive power, it seems like the space around the Heaven Shaking Bow is distorted.

Finally, King Lin releases the bowstring.

A streak of purple fire shoots from the top of Songhe Tower.

From a distance, it seems to come from the heavens.

The night wind is strong!

Yet the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket, endowed with the kinetic energy from the Heaven Shaking Bow, seems to transcend heaven and earth, unaffected by external factors, decisively shooting towards the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

The earth-shattering killing intent erupts as the arrow leaves the string.

As if heaven and earth mourn together, fitting the mourning atmosphere of the Xu Residence.

This arrow also embodies King Lin's full spirit.

The collaboration of new era firearms with the pinnacle cold weapons of the old era is challenging the peak of contemporary Martial Arts with absolute resolve.

When the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint reaches a distance of a hundred steps from the Xu Residence, the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket shot by King Lin with the Heaven Shaking Bow is about to meet the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's body in a flash.

The speed of the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket exceeds supersonic.

The sonic boom from the arrow tearing through the sky hasn't even reached the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's side, yet the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket, in a streak of purple fire, is about to pierce through the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's head.

Facing the deadly assassination, the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint does not dodge.

His expression seems very "blank".

Could it be he hasn't perceived the danger, or simply can't react in time?

At this moment, he extends two slender fingers like chopsticks from his right hand.

This hand, the sword-wielding hand of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint, may be the steadiest hand in the world.

And it proves to be so.

This hand has repeatedly saved the Eastern Barbarian people from calamity over the decades.

This time, it's going to save its master.

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint, with an aged face and a thin, small frame, has a hand that is white and slender, full of vigor and vitality.

This is a hand full of life and energy.

The two fingers, like chopsticks, reach out stably and powerfully.

Thus, the Purple Thunder Divine Rocket, tearing through the air and causing a sonic boom with its tremendous power, is pinched between those chopstick-like fingers.

This was a stroke that resonated with both hearts.

The Purple Thunder Divine Rocket didn't even have time to explode, turning instantly to dust under the force of two fingers, drifting through the air.

There was no explosion, yet the smell of gunpowder filled the space.

But King Lin had not launched just one Purple Thunder Divine Rocket.

One, two, three...

Nine Star Conjunction!

Each Purple Thunder Divine Rocket disappeared into the void, aimed unerringly at the vital points of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint in a flash.

Perhaps, as a Martial Saint, there were no vital points.

Even the weakest eyes, once the eyelids closed, could resist swords and blades.

Each Purple Thunder Divine Rocket turned to dust.

King Lin opened his eyes, witnessing this scene from afar, and felt a long-lost chill rising from his feet to his heart, soon spreading throughout his body.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood when he was practicing martial arts, facing his master.

At that time, despite his exceptional talent, he was just a child, unable to compete against the master with martial prowess and maturity.

Moreover, the Martial Saint had gradually transcended the "realm" of humans.

But King Lin did not run; he still had an arrow.

And that was—himself.

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A human-shaped arrow, a decisive arrow, transformed into a dazzling beam of clear light, flew towards the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint with the grace of an Outer Heaven Flying Immortal.

Once King Lin made his move, escaping was never in the plan.

In fact, facing a Martial Saint, fleeing was foolish.

Because they are faster than you and can sense your position.

Unless you can instantly teleport far away, there's nowhere to run.

In a flash, King Lin had already confronted the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

With the long path to build up momentum, this strike was truly the pinnacle of his lifetime.

His spirit burned, pouring all his Qi-Blood into the attack.

In his hands was a Mystic Iron Rod crafted from refined iron extracted from the sea depths.

An astonished strike!

This strike cleft like a sharp blade ripping through all, determined to cut down the renowned Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

The blow landed.

This strike, in terms of both speed and force, reached the apex of a Grandmaster's level.

Thanks to his good brother Xu Gongming for the days of companionship and practice.

King Lin executed the most extreme strike of his life.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless!

Under this awe-inspiring blow, both sound and shadow vanished.

It was not darkness, at least not pure darkness.

But for an instant, the sights and sounds outside the Xu Residence were stripped away.

King Lin was no exception.

When everything returned to normal.

A deep ravine extended from beneath King Lin's feet, cracking open all the way to the entrance of the Xu Residence.

King Lin kneeled on one knee, clutching the Mystic Iron Rod that shivered subtly at an ultra-high frequency, fissures opening from the base of his thumb.

At the same time, numerous deep cracks spread across the Mystic Iron Rod.

His marble-like body was now marked with many flaws.

He tasted blood at the back of his throat, his internal organs subjected to extreme pressure and deformation.

This injury was far more severe than when he faced the Luo Sect Hierarch's Asura Evil Skill back in the day.

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint had already reached the front of the Xu Residence, wielding a blunt, heavy sword.

"In ten years, you're the first to make me draw my sword," the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint spoke slowly.

Martial Saint,

Transcendence!

King Lin had to admit, even though he was now among the best of the Martial Arts Grandmasters, facing a true Martial Saint, he still couldn't bridge that insurmountable gap.

Actually, before achieving Martial Arts Grandmaster level, at the peak of Refining Internal, he could contend with a Martial Arts Grandmaster based on his talent, and even if he lost, it wouldn't be such a swift defeat.

The gap between a Martial Saint and a Martial Arts Grandmaster was even larger than the gap between a Martial Arts Grandmaster and an ordinary Refining Muscle Practitioner.

"Can you withstand my second sword?" The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's eyes showed clear admiration and anticipation for King Lin.

But the admiration and anticipation of a Martial Saint often signaled death.

King Lin slowly stood up, offering no reply, only raising the long rod to point distantly at the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint, "Old man, you'd better kill me today, or you'll surely die by my hand."

He was fearless of both heaven and earth, only slightly afraid of his virtuous brother Gongming, the reincarnated Ziwei Star!

He never cultivated good fortune in his life, only loved killing and arson.

From the moment he stepped into worldly society, his life was already forfeit.

Living until now was a bonus!

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint frowned slightly, not looking at King Lin but at the blue brick and yellow tile beside the gate.

A charming maiden appeared silently from out of nowhere.

Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her eyes shimmered with a violet light.

Upon her appearance, layers upon layers of endless Qi Net enveloped the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint from all directions.

The source of the Qi Net seemed to be an intricate and unceasing weaving machine.

And this weaving machine was clearly the maiden herself.

"Annihilation Scripture!"

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint slowly uttered four words.