I Did Not Enter Yellow Springs So I Could Wait for Evan Nine Mysteries Lin

Who is this guy?

Seeing the newcomer, Harvey He and the other rich kids felt a chill run down their spines. Just a second ago, they were still dreaming about snagging a Southriver Sword, joining the Southriver Sword Sect, and making their families proud—enough to brag about for ages.

But the moment Evan Lin showed up, all their hopes got smashed to pieces. Worse, they suddenly felt like their lives were on the line—so freaked out they almost peed themselves, like they'd gone straight from heaven to hell.

And now, facing this mysterious dude in a black robe, what they felt was pure, bone-deep terror.

No clue. Never heard of anyone like this in the Southriver Sword Sect.

Everyone here looked totally freaked out.

Dominic Ding and his crew looked just as lost.

The guy in the black robe gave off total corpse vibes—so dry and lifeless, it made everyone uneasy.

I don't know—who are you, anyway?

Even with one arm missing, Dominic Ding was still the Sect Master of Southriver Sword Sect. He forced down his nerves and anxiety, stared at the newcomer, and asked in a steady voice.

Do you know why I founded this sword sect back then?

The black-robed man's gaze swept over Dominic Ding but didn't linger—instead, he locked right onto Evan Lin.

He fiddled with the bloody willow switch for a moment, then casually tossed it onto the ground.

He sounded like he was talking to everyone, but right now, it felt more like he was asking Evan Lin directly.

Founded this sword sect?

Hasn't the Southriver Sword Sect been around for hundreds of years?

Is this guy nuts, or did he crawl out of a grave—the founding patriarch of the Southriver Sword Sect?

Harvey He and the others whispered to each other.

Holy crap, Evan Lin actually pissed off their founding patriarch so much he blasted out of his own grave?

Their faces looked grim. Huddling together for comfort, they found a chance to crawl away, putting some distance between themselves and the black-robed man.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t thought of running, but the Thousand-Sword Burial Ground only had one way out, and someone was blocking it. Even if they wanted to escape, there was nowhere to go.

You’re... the Old Patriarch!

Dominic Ding froze for a moment, then suddenly snapped out of it, blurting out in shock.

He’d just come out of the underground chamber, and all he’d seen was the mummified corpse of the Southriver Sword Sect’s founder, chained up with iron hooks. Who could’ve guessed, in just a few minutes, that corpse would actually come back to life!

Is it really the founding patriarch...?

Chief Sword Master Dai, skewered by Evan Lin’s willow switch and bleeding out, was barely hanging on. Weak as he was, he forced himself to look, then started coughing nonstop.

The founding patriarch isn’t actually dead! This is a huge blessing for our sect!

This is insane! The old patriarch was so pissed off by that kid, he actually came back from the dead. If he doesn’t die now, there’s no justice!

He’s terrifying! The rumors say our founder could split mountains with his sword! That kid is so done for.

Anyone who messes with our sect will be cut down!

The four elders who’d been too scared to fight earlier were now all puffed up, slapping their palms and staring excitedly at the scene.

The reason you founded this sect means nothing to me. I’m here to break your swords, and you’re running out of time. You’ve spent years hanging on by a thread, just waiting for me to come kill you?

Evan Lin looked at the black-robed man and let out a mocking laugh.

This black-robed guy was nothing like the emperor Evan met at Thornridge Mountain. That emperor had the Four Spirits Blood Pool and a fake Yellow Springs array to keep him alive for centuries.

But this black-robed man was soaked in death qi and baleful yin. If he hadn’t held on to one last breath and gone into a fake-death state, he’d have turned to ashes ages ago.

I haven’t entered Yellow Springs all these years—obviously I’ve been waiting for you, Lin Jiuxuan!

The black-robed man’s voice was raspy, and his eyes under the hood looked even colder.

Waiting for me?

Evan Lin frowned slightly.

Lin Jiuxuan was his title on the Immortal Martial Continent, but this guy was clearly someone who should’ve died on Earth centuries ago.

How could he possibly know Evan’s old title?

Could it be that, hundreds or even thousands of years ago, there was another Lin Jiuxuan on Earth?

Evan Lin’s eyes showed a hint of curiosity.

The black-robed man walked slowly over to Dominic Ding’s severed right arm, which was lying on the ground, bloodied. In its palm, the hand still gripped the Sudden-Clarity Sword.

He bent down, slowly pulled the Sudden-Clarity Sword from the hand, and held it by the hilt with one hand.

You know me?

Evan Lin looked at him, asking curiously.

I don’t know you, but I know Lin Jiuxuan!

The black-robed man gripped the Sudden-Clarity Sword, his voice sounding a bit unreal.

He held the sword in his right hand, shifted his body slightly, tapped his left foot—and in the next second, he was right in front of Evan Lin!

Whoa, that’s insanely fast!

I couldn’t even see when he started moving!

This has to be fake—couldn’t even catch his shadow!

The black-robed man moved at lightning speed, leaving everyone shocked and stunned.

He gripped the Sudden-Clarity Sword, its blade blazing with white light in his hand. In the next instant, he flipped his wrist and slashed upward, aiming the sword right at Evan Lin’s neck.

Evan Lin looked calm, reached out with a single finger, and tapped the spine of the sword, knocking aside what looked like an unavoidable killing blow.

Ding.

That finger looked ordinary, but the force packed into it was absolutely terrifying.

The black-robed man’s sword hand trembled slightly, but he didn’t back down. His eyes grew colder as he stabbed out again.

It looked like just one strike, but in the span of a few breaths, he’d actually thrust seventy-two times. Each attack whipped up howling winds, almost slicing the air itself apart.

Each sword wind left deep scars in the ground.

The sight left Harvey He and the others in awe, while Dominic Ding’s group was fired up with excitement.

But no matter how fierce the black-robed man’s sword skills were, he just couldn’t touch Lin Jiuxuan!

It was like Evan Lin was a fish swimming through the sea, or a dragon weaving through the clouds—he dodged every attack with ease.

Who is this ‘Lin Jiuxuan’ you keep talking about?

Evan Lin twisted his body, eyes cold, dodging left and right. Every now and then, he’d flick a finger at the Sudden-Clarity Sword, knocking aside another attack.

Instead of just cutting down the black-robed man, Evan was more interested in learning how this guy knew the name Lin Jiuxuan from hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

Lin Jiuxuan is Lin Jiuxuan! If that’s your name, then you’re the one I came to kill!

The black-robed man’s voice was icy, and his swordplay grew even more ferocious.

There are countless Lin Jiuxuans in all the worlds, but only one ever opened the Gate of Heaven.

If the Lin Jiuxuan you’ve been waiting for really is me, then you’ve wasted centuries waiting, and missed your chance at reincarnation.

Evan Lin shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, his tone tinged with melancholy.