After Lin Yun sat down, Dong Jian poured another cup of tea and handed it to him.
“Thank you, Senior Dong.”
Lin Yun held the teacup with both hands and drank the tea.
As the tea went down, it brought the same refreshing sensation, making his mind feel light and clear.
“Lin Yun, when you leave, take some of this tea with you. It will aid your future sword practice,” Dong Jian said.
Dong Jian did this clearly because he appreciated Lin Yun.
Lin Yun was somewhat flattered: “This… how can I, Senior Dong Jian? This tea is incredibly precious. You have to cultivate many batches to get one like this that meets your standards. How could I accept it?”
When Lin Yun first arrived, he had overheard Dong Jian and Manor Lord Wu chatting and already knew how difficult it was to produce a batch of tea perfected in every step.
Behind such a batch of nearly flawless tea were countless discarded leaves and immense effort.
“Giving you some tea is part of my guidance in your sword practice. After all, it helps with your swordsmanship. If you want to thank someone, thank Manor Lord Wu. I’m doing this for his sake,” Dong Jian said with a smile, holding his teacup.
Manor Lord Wu, to the side, also spoke: “Lin Yun, since Brother Dong has said so, just accept it.”
“Senior Dong Jian, how about this? I’ll buy the tea you give me. Just name the price,” Lin Yun said.
For Lin Yun, Dong Jian had already instructed him, and if he were to give him tea for free as well, Lin Yun would feel truly uneasy.
Dong Jian’s face darkened, and he set down his teacup: “Lin Yun, if you say that, it becomes meaningless. My tea cannot be measured by money, and I never sell it to anyone. If you talk about money, then I cannot give you the tea.”
“This… Senior Dong Jian, I misspoke,” Lin Yun said with a wry smile, apologising.
Lin Yun recalled what Manor Lord Wu had said upon arrival: Dong Jian’s character was stubborn and obsessive.
Now it seemed Senior Dong Jian indeed had a strong personality.
“Lin Yun, I have given you my guidance. Before you leave, spar with my disciple once more. This time, no restrictions whatsoever. You can use all your strength, and let me see your true combat power and level,” Dong Jian said, leaning back in his bamboo chair.
Previously, although Lin Yun had fought Xiao Nuo, Dong Jian had restricted them from using inner energy or divine sense.
So at that time, they had not displayed their true strength.
“Thank you, Master, for this opportunity.”
Xiao Nuo, to the side, quickly bowed. Ever since he was defeated by Lin Yun last time, he had not been convinced in his heart, after all, that spar had many restrictions.
He was unconvinced by his loss and wanted to fight Lin Yun in a true battle, without any rules or limits.
“Xiao Nuo, don’t celebrate too soon. Win first,” Dong Jian said.
“Alright, let’s do it then,” Lin Yun agreed.
After all, Dong Jian had instructed him, and making such a request was not excessive.
“Haha, I’m quite curious about Lin Yun’s true strength,” Manor Lord Wu said.
Lin Yun and Xiao Nuo walked back to the open ground outside the thatched hut.
“Now, I can fight you fairly. Winner takes all by skill,” Xiao Nuo stared at Lin Yun.
Lin Yun looked at Xiao Nuo and grinned: “Since this time there are no restrictions and we can use any means, I won’t hold back.”
After speaking, Lin Yun waved his hand and drew his true holy artefact, the Purple Star Sword.
Of course, Lin Yun had not activated it yet, so no one could tell it was a true holy artefact.
“Use whatever means you have. In the same realm, I have hardly encountered any opponent who can defeat me!” Xiao Nuo said confidently.
After speaking, Xiao Nuo also drew a treasure sword.
“Take this!”
“Water Moon Sword Technique!”
Xiao Nuo’s second-layer Tongtian Realm aura suddenly burst forth. The treasure sword seemed to turn into a stream of water, whipping up a gale that instantly enveloped Lin Yun at extreme speed!
After using inner energy, this Water Moon Sword Technique, driven by inner energy, made the balance of hardness and softness, and the yin soft force within, even more powerful.
“Well come!”
Lin Yun showed no fear whatsoever. The treasure sword in his hand bloomed with rosy light and swiftly countered.
Clang!
After the clash.
“Your weapon is… a true holy artefact?” Xiao Nuo exclaimed in shock, while being forced back.
