"Valley Master of Medicine King Valley?"
"Acting Sect Master of the Jinnan Miracle Hand Sect?"
This voice echoed from the doorway into the hall, and Old Master Zhu's already grim face grew even darker, his eyes full of shock.
Even in Oceanport, the names Medicine King Valley and the Jinnan Miracle Hand Sect may not be as intimidating as the Southriver Sword Sect, but these two powers, famous for their medical arts, actually surpass the Sword Sect in both connections and influence.
No matter how strong the Sword Sect is, it's just a martial force full of fighters. They're powerful, but mostly confined to Heavenly Sword Mountain, and unless they interfere directly, it's hard for the Sword Sect to truly affect Oceanport.
But Medicine King Valley and the Miracle Hand Sect are a different story.
Everyone gets sick, and when they do, they need doctors. Whenever those high-ranking officials fall ill and seek treatment, don't they end up owing favors?
What's more, places like these can produce pills that boost cultivation, making them magnets for martial experts. Honestly, the web of connections inside Medicine King Valley and the Miracle Hand Sect is even broader than the entire Zhu clan!
The members of the Qi family instantly changed expression. Old Master Qi couldn't help but turn to look outside, where he saw an elderly man with a distinct immortal aura striding in from the doorway.
Two more people followed behind the old man.
One was a guy, the other a girl.
Celine Lin and Alex Fu followed closely behind.
Warren Wu entered the hall, saw the peachwood swords spanning the room, and looked even more amazed. Then, right in front of everyone, he strode up to Evan Lin, grinned, and said, "Young Lord, just as you ordered, I've finished integrating all the resources of Medicine King Valley and the Miracle Hand Sect."
"Young Lord!"
Hearing Warren Wu's words, Old Master Zhu—who'd still been a little doubtful—instantly looked crushed and defeated.
Rowan Zhu couldn't get a word out, just stared in disbelief.
Victor Zhu and Henry Zhu both stepped back, not daring to speak.
The Zheng family stared at the old man who'd just entered, all looking shocked and suspicious.
Then Dominic Ding walked into the hall. He might've lost an arm, but his spirit was even stronger than before.
"Young Lord, I've brought the people you wanted."
Dominic Ding bowed respectfully to Evan Lin, and only then did everyone realize that over ten Sword Masters from the Southriver Sword Sect were standing behind him!
Each of them was armed with a sword, but none dared to stride into the hall—they all waited respectfully at the doorway.
The weakest among them was still a fifth-grade Vajra!
More than ten Vajra-realm experts gathered together—their combined aura was absolutely overwhelming!
This kind of formation made everyone tense up inside, their nerves stretched taut.
"Grandpa!"
Just as Dominic Ding finished speaking, a teenage girl dashed out from the crowd—it was Selina Zhu, the one who'd been held on the mountain by the Southriver Sword Sect!
She hurried into the Zhu family grounds, running up to Old Master Zhu with a bright smile.
"Selina? How... how did you get back?"
Old Master Zhu was stunned.
"It was... it was Master Lin who arranged for them to bring me back. I’m officially a member of the Sword Sect now!"
As Selina Zhu spoke, she couldn't help glancing at Evan Lin, her voice tinged with complicated emotions.
She still remembered the day Evan Lin stepped onto his sword and soared to the sky, single-handedly suppressing the entire Southriver Sword Sect. Even now, the memory lingered in her mind, impossible to shake.
Back then, Selina had felt some resentment toward Master Lin, but in the days that followed, every time she thought about it, her heart just couldn’t settle down.
"Master Lin... Are you saying he’s really Master Lin from Seacrest?"
Old Master Zhu’s voice was bitter and trembling as he asked.
"Yeah, Grandpa, what’s wrong?" Selina nodded, then turned to Autumn Zhu, puzzled. "Sis, what happened?"
Autumn Zhu just shook her head and sighed, saying nothing.
Gu Xiuran stood silently to the side, staring at the floor without a word.
"Master Lin from Seacrest!"
Old Master Zheng was so excited he slapped the table, looked at the still-stunned Joy Zheng, and exclaimed, "Joy! You raised a great son!"
"My grandson is so outstanding!" Old Madam Zheng was stunned for a long moment, then burst out excitedly, turning to glare at Susan Xu, spraying spittle everywhere. "See! Look at my grandson, how capable he is! And you, as his aunt, never want him to succeed!"
Master Lin from Seacrest, who defeated Master Morgan...
Leon Zheng felt his heart skip a beat. Looking at Evan Lin, he couldn't help but mock himself, "It seems all my scheming was pointless. If I'd known he had this kind of status and power, why would I care about the Zhu family?"
Hans Zheng patted Leon Zheng's hand, then looked at Evan Lin with particular pride.
Autumn Zheng looked at Evan Lin, her beautiful eyes finally relaxing.
More than ten Vajra experts from the Southriver Sword Sect, plus Dominic Ding the Sect Master, and Warren Wu, Valley Master and Acting Sect Master of the Jinnan Miracle Hand Sect—all standing together. The whole situation flipped in an instant.
Keene No. 2 looked like he'd just eaten shit, Derek Keene's mind was still blank, and Leo Li, hiding beside Master Yan, couldn't help but tremble as he looked around.
Raymond Cold stared at the dozens of peachwood swords formed from pure inner strength, gripped his cane tighter, and looked at Evan Lin with a mix of shock and suspicion.
"You say you're Master Lin from Seacrest, so you are?"
Master Yan suddenly spoke, shaking his head and sneering coldly at Evan Lin. 'Almost fell for your act, kid!'
'You paid a lot to hire all these people to act for you!'
'That day, when Master Lin from Seacrest crushed Master Morgan, I was there watching!'
'That Master Lin from Seacrest was a blazing, fiery young hero. Just look at yourself now—where's the aura of Master Lin from Seacrest?'
Master Yan snapped coldly.
As soon as Master Yan finished, Old Master Keene's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to look calm and nodded, 'That's right, the Master Lin from Seacrest in the rumors was a burning, fiery youth.'
'You say you're Master Lin from Seacrest, so you are?'
'What a joke!'
Old Master Keene had just finished speaking.
Dominic Ding's expression darkened. He gripped his sword with one hand, ready to act.
Warren Wu was about to blow his top, planning to curse them out.
But Evan Lin just looked around the room with interest, smiled, and said, 'Is this the kind of fire you mean?'
Evan Lin spoke calmly, opened his left hand, then slowly clenched it into a fist.
In that instant, fiery patterns blazed up the dragon lines on his left arm!