Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150: Help You Draw Your Sword
Lin Shen heard the na Xin Swordsman and couldn’t help but freeze briefly. Upon closely examining the young boy’s face, it indeed bore so resemblance to the Xin Swordsman he knew.
However, this boy clearly had features of the Other Races, so Lin Shen hadn’t linked him to Xin Swordsman before. Now, it seed almost certain that he was of mixed heritage.
Since Tian Xun took control of Giant Ring Star and beca its true Star Lord, Lin Shen hadn’t heard any news about Xin Swordsman.
As for what Xin Swordsman was up to now, Lin Shen wasn’t quite sure.
But according to what Xin Ailian said, Xin Swordsman ca to attend a test once every month. Judging by that, his situation probably wasn’t going too well.
If everything were going well, why would he be so determined to pass the test and beco Kristin’s disciple?
Lin Shen felt a twinge of emotion: “Xin Swordsman was once a talent among talents. His leveraging and unloading skill remains vivid in my mory even now. Who could have expected his current plight? Being both human, there’s no irresolvable hatred between us. Since he wants to beco Kristin’s disciple, there’s no harm in helping him out. It’d also give a chance to et Kristin by following him inside.”
With that thought, Lin Shen’s gaze toward the boy softened further. He smiled at the boy and said, “Don’t worry—I’ll help your father pass the test. Where is he now?”
The boy was startled upon hearing Lin Shen’s words, staring blankly at him in disbelief.
The gazes of those around them also beca peculiar. Internally, they thought, “Help Xin Swordsman pass the test? Does he know what he’s saying? Could it be that this guy doesn’t even know who Xin Swordsman is?”
The boy looked at Lin Shen incredulously and said, “Do you even know who my father is?”
“Of course I do,” Lin Shen replied with a smile.
“Are you really sure you can help him pass the test?” The boy’s face was full of doubt—no matter how he looked at Lin Shen, it didn’t seem that he was joking.
“Without a doubt.” Lin Shen nodded firmly.
“Little guy, he’s just boasting—he probably hasn’t even heard of Xin Swordsman’s na.”
“Don’t let him fool you. Sothing’s off with him.”
“Seriously? Saying he can help Xin Swordsman pass the test? That’s so outrageous boasting.”
Onlookers couldn’t bear to watch and began advising Xin Ailian not to be deceived.
Xin Ailian himself also felt certain that Lin Shen was bluffing—he’d never heard of anyone helping soone pass the Sword Saint Palace test, let alone the unique test for his father, which was far tougher than drawing an ordinary sword.
While the crowd was chattering away, a man approached and stood beside Xin Ailian.
“Dad.” Xin Ailian imdiately ran up to the man as soon as he saw him.
“I told you to wait for outside. What are you doing here?” The man asked calmly.
“Dad, this guy is bragging that he can help you pass the test. I couldn’t stand him pretending, so I made a bet with him. If he can’t help you pass, he has to stand at the gate and yell three tis, ‘I’m a big fraud,'” Xin Ailian said with a sly grin.
Xin Swordsman directed a cold glance at Lin Shen and said, “Leave. Don’t show yourself before my child ever again.”
“The bet isn’t over yet. Why would I leave?” Lin Shen replied with a smile.
When the crowd realized the boy’s father was indeed Xin Swordsman, Lin Shen’s words suddenly felt sowhat brazen.
This man wasn’t bothering to hold a grudge, yet Lin Shen seed intent on embarrassing himself.
Xin Swordsman furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze as sharp as a sword as he stared at Lin Shen.
Lin Shen remained composed and said, “Since the bet has been made, surely you wouldn’t want your son to grow up to be soone who doesn’t honor his commitnts?”
Xin Swordsman ignored Lin Shen and turned to ask Xin Ailian, “What are the stakes if you lose?”
“He didn’t say—there’s no penalty,” Xin Ailian replied, his eyes flashing with mischief.
“Is that so?” Xin Swordsman turned back to Lin Shen and asked.
“I simply haven’t specified, not that there wouldn’t be any penalty. Naturally, a fair bet entails risks and rewards.” Lin Shen replied.
“What do you want?” Xin Swordsman asked coldly.
“I promised nothing! No conditions at all!” Xin Ailian interjected anxiously.
Ignoring Ailian’s protests, Lin Shen looked at Xin Swordsman and said, “If I help you pass the test, all I ask is for you to take to et the Sword Saint.”
“That’s all?” Xin Swordsman said in mild surprise.
He had thought the stranger was scheming against his son—or perhaps against him. It now seed that was not the case.
“Exactly—that’s all,” Lin Shen affird with a nod.
“You’re betting I can pass the test?” Xin Swordsman asked.
“There’s no need to bet—I can ensure you pass the test,” Lin Shen said confidently.
“How?” Xin Swordsman asked.
“What’s your test?” Lin Shen asked, realizing the situation wasn’t as simple as he had earlier assud. Judging from Xin Swordsman’s aura and presence, this man had already reached the Immortal Level.
The onlookers felt the claim was becoming even more absurd. Not only was Lin Shen arrogantly boasting in front of Xin Swordsman, but he didn’t even know what the test entailed.
Xin Swordsman found the stranger increasingly enigmatic—he couldn’t discern who Lin Shen was, nor his purpose for being here. For now, he could only test the waters.
“Kristin and I have an agreent: to pull out the Peerless Divine Sword will count as victory. I get three tries. I’ve already failed twice. This is my third and final opportunity this month,” Xin Swordsman explained, gauging Lin Shen’s intentions.
“Is it true that rely mastering the introductory scroll alone is enough to pull out the Peerless Divine Sword?” Lin Shen asked.
“Yes, but unlike the testing swords used in the outer hall, the Peerless Divine Sword is Kristin’s personal sword. General insights won’t suffice to draw it,” Xin Swordsman replied.
“No problem. Let’s go—I’ll help you draw the sword,” Lin Shen said, thinking to himself, “If the introductory scroll is the requirent, it’s no challenge. Although I haven’t practiced it myself, the Inheritance Fan boosts anyone trained in Inheritance Evolution Skill. With its help, victory is straightforward.”
Xin Swordsman didn’t waste further words, taking Xin Ailian’s hand and heading into the Sword Saint Palace.
Everyone in the palace was aware of the agreent between Kristin and Xin Swordsman. Therefore, they didn’t stop him from entering nor make him queue.
Naturally, no objections were raised, as Xin Swordsman was heading to a place beyond their test areas.
Lin Shen and Long Yue quickly followed, entering the Sword Saint Palace with Xin Swordsman.
Lowering her voice, Long Yue whispered to Lin Shen, “You sure about this? I’ve heard of the stakes involved in their bet—it’s no joke.”
Even though Lin Shen was the creator of the Peerless Divine Skill introductory scroll, she had never heard of him assisting others in passing tests, and feared he might have compelled himself into a difficult situation.
“Don’t worry.” Those words reassured Long Yue considerably—until Lin Shen’s next statent made her heart leap into her throat.
“Even if I lose, I’ll just have to shout three tis that I’m a big fraud. It’s no big deal,” Lin Shen said with a grin.
Long Yue imdiately froze, staring at Lin Shen with an expression of extre bewildernt.
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