Chapter 2: The War Blade 'Black Tooth'

  "With the body's meridians as a diagram, forming a large array, and stimulating the body's potential." Tang Lin was shocked: "The person who created this martial arts secret book must be an extraordinary person."

  "That's for sure." Xiaohui smiled and said: "Maybe it's a fairy who has the possibility, how can an ordinary person have such a temperament?"

  Tang Lin nodded deeply.

  Next, Xiao Hui taught Tang Lin the first layer of cultivation secrets, including how to operate his internal energy, how to stir up the beast blood and refine it into dragon patterns, all of which were explained in detail.

  Two days later, the Wu Guan was preparing to move. Early in the morning, a group of people suddenly rushed into the mansion. At the forefront was a man in purple clothes named Lan Tian, who stood calmly at the front of the crowd, surrounded by many yamen runners.

  "Tang Tian." Blue Field stood outside the main hall and shouted.

  "Who are you?" Tang Long returned from his morning exercise and heard this person's impudent words, his expression slightly cold as he said: "What brings you to our house with these yamen runners?"

  "You're Tong Tian's eldest son, right?" Lan Tian glanced at him and said: "I saw you when you were young. Hurry up and let your father come out. I heard he's moving house, today he must clear all the rent owed!"

  "Rent?" Tang Long was taken aback, furrowing his brow: "This land has been bought by my grandfather's generation, what rent are you talking about?"

  "That was bought back then." Lang Tian sneered, "However, according to imperial law, a person can only buy land for up to fifty years. After fifty years, they need to repurchase it."

  "I've never heard of this rule." Tang Long frowned and said.

  "You're just a martial artist, what do you know about these things?" Lan Tian's expression was arrogant, and he said: "Quickly let your father come out, otherwise, I'll have the yamen officers seal up your martial arts school!"

  "How dare you!" Tang Long's eyes widened in anger.

  "Dragon, do not be rude." A calm voice came from the main hall, Tang Long flew over quickly, looking at Lan Tian, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but still greeted him and said: "Brother Lan Tian, today our martial arts school is moving, regarding the rent, recently we are a bit tight on funds, after the martial arts competition ends, I will definitely pay you in full."

  "Kick the hall competition?" Lan Tian raised an eyebrow, sneering: "You still want to compete in the Kick the Hall Competition? Just the Bamboo Sword Martial Arts Academy and the Cold Fragrance Martial Arts Academy have high-level martial artists among their disciples. What about the Tianlong Martial Arts Academy? I heard that this time, a warrior is going to participate, none of your academies stand a chance."

  "Will Wu Zhe join the battle?" Tang Tian was startled for a moment, "Isn't he their eldest disciple?"

  "It's the eldest disciple." Lan Tian sneered, "You haven't heard yet? That Xie Jianfeng has become a warrior. Who can compete with him this time? You'd better give up that idea. If you don't hand over the rent today, don't think about leaving here!"

  Tang Tian's mind was a mess, the eldest disciple of the Tiandragon Martial Arts Hall, Xie Jianfeng, was astonishingly talented and only seventeen years old this year. He had paid attention to him before and knew he was a high-level martial artist, but he didn't expect that before this tournament, he would suddenly break through and become a warrior!

  "Pay up quickly!" shouted Lantian.

  Tang Tian regained his composure, his face looking somewhat unsightly, and said: "I really don't have that much silver on hand, can you give me some more leeway..."

  "No money?" Lantian's eyebrows rose in anger, and he bellowed: "Get the men to arrest him! Since he says he has no money, later on, smash everything you see and take him away!"

  Tang Tian did not expect him to be so unfeeling, seeing the bailiffs about to take action, he immediately stepped forward and stopped them, hastily saying: "I'll give it to you."

  " Cheap skull." Lan Tian sneered: "Why didn't you give it from the start?"

  Tang Tian's expression was hesitant, and he said: "I don't have that much money, but I still have some things here. I'll temporarily pawn them to you, and when I have the money later, you must redeem them for me."

  "What is it?" Lan Tian stroked his chin and said, "If it's gold, silver, jewels or a secret martial arts manual that won't be leaked out, I'll take it. Otherwise, I don't want any broken copper or rusty iron."

  Tang Lin gritted his teeth and returned to the main hall, only to emerge a moment later with a battle knife in hand. The black scabbard was adorned with strange patterns, emitting a fierce killing aura.

  "My father was a warrior back then, and this is the battle knife he used, named 'Black Tooth', forged from thousand-year-old cold iron and dark gold, sharp as mud, strong and resilient. It cost over eighty taels of silver to forge it back then. I'm temporarily pawning it to you, you must take good care of it, absolutely cannot lose it..." Tang Tian's expression was somewhat melancholic and bitter.

  "Who knows if it's true or false, let me take a look." Lantian grabbed it with one hand, feeling the weight of the knife, about 20 kilograms. He grasped the handle and had an extremely comfortable feeling, lightly drawing it outwards. A flash of bright light flashed before his eyes, like autumn water, the perfect blade was flawless.

  "What a great sword!" Even someone who doesn't understand the way of swords would know that this is a treasured blade. Blue Field's eyes shone brightly as he gently stroked the sword, plucked out one of his own hairs and blew it towards the blade.

  Hair loss!

  "Sharp indeed!" Lan Tian exclaimed.

  Tang Tian's face looked a bit better, and he said solemnly: "This is the battle knife in front of my father, I hope you will take good care of it. I will have money soon and redeem this battle knife."

  Lan Tian stroked the blade while lightly laughing and said: "I'm only responsible for keeping it for a month, if it's not redeemed within a month, I won't be bothered."

  Tang Tian's face changed color, suppressing his anger, he said: "In that case, I won't use this war knife as collateral, return it to me."

  "You can have it back, just give me the money." Lantian smiled and said: "You give me the money, I'll return it to you immediately."

  Tang Tian's face gradually darkened.

  "You want money, right?" A clear voice rang out, followed by a thick stack of silver notes flying towards Lantian's face like stones. "Is this enough?"

  Bang!

  The silver ticket slapped up, making a crisp sound like a slap in the ear.

  Lan Tian suddenly felt a pain on his face, and his line of sight was blocked. He hastily reached out to grab at it, only to discover that they were all silver notes.

  "Here's your money, return the war knife." A cold voice floated beside his ear.

  Lan Tian woke up with a start, looked up and saw Tang Lin standing quietly in front of him, wearing a white robe and a bookish attire, exuding elegance and serenity.

  "Is this silver note yours?" Lan Tian asked in a daze.

  Including Tang Tian and Tang Long beside him, they were all shocked. Just now, Lan Tian didn't see clearly, but they saw it clearly. This thick stack of silver notes was actually flung out from Tang Lin's sleeve.

  "Of course it's mine." Tang Lin stretched out his palm and said, "Hand over the war knife to me. Your filthy hands aren't worthy of touching this war knife."

  Lan Tian's face turned iron-green, and he said: "What a spoiled brat! What kind of person are you? This war knife will serve as the interest on what you owe me. If you want it, just give me another 80 taels."

  "Don't be too arrogant!" Tang Tian's face sank.

  Although he didn't know where Tang Lin got so many silver tickets, he didn't rush to ask. Hearing Lan Tian's words, a surge of anger immediately rose in his heart.

  "What's going on, all the commotion?" A calm and authoritative voice came from outside the door. A middle-aged man wearing official robes and a young man in black clothes walked in side by side, their faces filled with impatience.

  "Your Excellency, Prefect." The attendants around him hastily bowed their heads.

  Tang Lin merely glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned to look at the black-clad youth beside him, his eyes cold. "You again." This black-clad youth was precisely the one who had infiltrated Wòlóng Pool back then; unexpectedly, he hadn't been reported to the authorities that day, and now he actually dared to come cause trouble once more.

  "You're a stubborn little kid." The young man in black sneered at Tang Lin, his eyes falling on the war knife in Lan Tian's hand, looking somewhat surprised, and said: "What a fine blade, with such a thick aura of slaughter, it must have drunk countless fresh blood."

  Lan Tian saw him and immediately became respectful, saying: "Young Master Zhang, please take a look." He presented the war knife with both hands.

  Tang Lin's eyes turned cold and he said in a chilly voice: "You dare to try touching me."

  ……

  Really can't write anymore, sigh, going to sleep, can't hold on. This chapter is less than 3000 words, will supplement later.