# Chapter 225: Unworthy of Using a Sword
"Lin Feng!"
"Lin Feng, so the person she loves is called Lin Feng." To be remembered so fondly by such a beautiful woman, even thinking to explain herself to him before death—this Lin Feng, who could he be?
The crowd pondered silently. If such a beauty could treat them like this, what a blessing it would be.
"She's calling out for Lin Feng!"
Zi Ling's gaze froze as she stared blankly at Duan Xinye. No, it couldn't be him. The Lin Feng in Duan Xinye's mouth must not be the Lin Feng she knew.
How could the Lin Feng she knew have such a beauty deeply in love with him?
At this moment, among the crowd, Lin Feng's body trembled violently.
"Lin Feng, I really didn't know."
What kind of sorrow could make Duan Xinye still want to explain to him even at the moment of death?
"I misunderstood her."
Lin Feng suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart, as if something had pierced it.
It was he who had killed those Black Fiend Guard Vice Commanders; it was he who had made all the people protecting Duan Xinye leave; but in the end, he had misunderstood Duan Xinye, abandoned her alone, leading to her current fate—being forced by the Zi Mansion to marry Zi Qiong.
Now, Duan Xinye, a princess, had to put a dagger to her own neck to save her purity, and even at death, she did not forget to explain to him, Lin Feng.
Why did she need to explain to him? It was he who had misunderstood her!
"Wait."
Lin Feng's voice rang out. His body rose from the ground, his feet stepping through the void, and he landed directly on the long corridor.
Lin Feng's figure instantly drew the crowd's attention. All eyes fell on him—wearing a simple, clean white robe, with a handsome, refined face.
Duan Xinye's gaze also swept over Lin Feng. Her heart trembled violently.
It was him!
This unrestrained figure had truly appeared before her eyes. This was not an illusion.
Below the corridor, Zi Ling and Zi Yi saw Lin Feng step onto the corridor, and their bodies also trembled slightly. Lin Feng—could the Lin Feng in Duan Xinye's mouth really be this Lin Feng?
Why had he taken off that silver mask at this moment?
"Sister Zi Yi, the person she loves... is Lin Feng?"
Zi Ling murmured softly, somewhat unable to believe it.
Zi Yi had already withdrawn from that shadow of despair, with only hatred left in her heart. She looked at Lin Feng's figure and said coldly, "Impossible, it definitely can't be him."
On the corridor, Lin Haojie was also looking at Lin Feng, his eyes flickering. This person seemed somewhat familiar, but he felt he had never seen Lin Feng before; otherwise, he would definitely recognize him.
As for Duan Xinye, she remained silent, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, and the dagger in her hand loosened slightly.
"Lin Feng!"
Duan Xinye seemed still unable to believe that Lin Feng had appeared before her, murmuring softly.
"It's me. I'm sorry. I made you suffer."
Lin Feng sighed softly, his gaze filled with apology.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Duan Xinye let out a sobbing sound. Two lines of tears continuously streamed down her beautiful cheeks, yet a smile appeared in her eyes—tears turning into laughter, tears still flowing. At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to lose all color. Duan Xinye was breathtakingly beautiful.
With a clang, the dagger in Duan Xinye's hand fell to the ground. She slowly lifted her steps, walked to Lin Feng's side, and smiled radiantly: "I don't blame you. Really!"
Lin Feng looked at the deep affection in Duan Xinye's eyes, his expression complex. The imperial Duan family—Crown Prince Duan Wudao, tyrannical and ruthless; Second Prince Duan Wuya, deeply calculating and formidable; and Princess Duan Xinye, so pure and kind.
Although she was a lofty princess, she was also a beautiful young woman.
Seeing this scene, the crowd felt somewhat emotional. What a perfect couple they were; perhaps they were truly made for each other.
Zi Ling and Zi Yi's gazes froze there. Lin Feng—it really was Lin Feng!
The Lin Feng they had always looked down upon was deeply loved by such a beautiful woman. How laughable that Zi Yi had thought Lin Feng would covet them. Compared to Duan Xinye, what were they?
Even Lin Haojie, for the sake of a Zi Xia, had completely abandoned her, casually discarding her without even a word of explanation.
Reality was so cruel, hard to accept.
And reality was so dreamlike. Everything on the corridor made her feel unbelievable.
Lin Feng—what qualifications did he have to receive such deep affection from a beauty? What right did he have?
The people of the Zi Mansion, on the other hand, had expressions that turned extremely ugly.
Duan Xinye was supposed to marry Zi Qiong, to be Zi Qiong's wife. But now, on her wedding day, she was together with another man. How could the Zi Mansion bear this?
The Zi Mansion would be secretly ridiculed by others from now on, losing all face.
Duan Xinye and Lin Feng, in front of everyone, were slapping the Zi Mansion in the face.
"Are you two done with your little romance?"
Zi Qiong said coldly. At this moment, the one with the ugliest expression was undoubtedly Zi Qiong himself. He was supposed to be the protagonist of the day, marrying Duan Xinye, but before his wife had even crossed the threshold, his reputation was completely ruined.
Lin Feng and Duan Xinye's gazes turned together, landing on Zi Qiong. Lin Feng pulled Duan Xinye's body behind him, looking at Zi Qiong with a hint of coldness.
This small detail made a warm current flow through Duan Xinye's heart. She stood quietly behind Lin Feng, enjoying this feeling. That day, when Lin Feng had chased after her for thousands of miles, risking his life to rescue her, she had also felt this way.
"Duan Xinye, I, Zi Qiong, have treated you well. These past days, whatever you said, I followed. I never touched you even once. But today, you hook up with someone else. Since that's the case, I, Zi Qiong, will no longer cherish you. Your body—I will have it."
Zi Qiong stared at Lin Feng and Duan Xinye, speaking coldly.
"Are all the people of the Zi Mansion this shameless?"
Lin Feng found it somewhat laughable. According to Zi Qiong's logic, since he had captured Duan Xinye to be his wife, should Duan Xinye thank him?
"By your reasoning, if someone captured your sister to be his wife and didn't touch her before the wedding, should your sister be grateful and willingly become that person's wife? Is this the logic of your Zi Mansion?"
Lin Feng said coldly, causing the people of the Zi Mansion to look at him with cold expressions.
"Your name is Lin Feng. You have quite the nerve. In my Zi Mansion, you still dare to be so arrogant. I'll make you die a miserable death."
Zi Qiong's gaze carried murderous intent. Lin Feng was even younger than him, yet he dared to be rampant in the Zi Mansion—courting death.
"You can try."
Lin Feng stood there calmly, alone, in white robes, with an ancient sword on his back—fearless, unafraid.
A breeze brushed past, stirring Lin Feng's white robes, his long hair flying. At this moment, he was once again wild and unrestrained.
Zi Ling and Zi Yi stared unblinkingly at Lin Feng.
He had changed. The Lin Feng at this moment was completely different. There was no trace of the cowardice and forbearance they had sensed in him before. Now, Lin Feng was full of sharpness, with a backbone of pride, standing there, facing the crowd of the Zi Mansion alone.
At this moment, Lin Feng carried the demeanor and bearing of a peerless expert, like a sharp sword about to be drawn from its sheath.
"What an arrogant fellow. Brother Zi Qiong, let me take care of this."
Lin Haojie stepped forward, speaking casually. This was the perfect opportunity to show off.
"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Lin." Zi Qiong nodded slightly. Then, Lin Haojie took a step forward, instantly arriving in front of Lin Feng. His golden robe shimmered with light—handsome, noble.
"Why do I feel like you look familiar?"
Lin Haojie frowned and asked.
Lin Feng smiled faintly and said indifferently, "Make your move."
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish. Remember, the one who kills you is Lin Haojie, the Golden Rain Swordsman!"
Lin Haojie said arrogantly, taking a step forward. Splendid golden rain bloomed in the space, countless golden specks of light turning into dazzling golden radiance, brilliant and magnificent.
The rain of swords descended, golden sword light completely enveloping Lin Feng's body.
Lin Feng still stood there, not moving at all. His palm casually raised, a domineering sharp aura flashed by, the brilliance appearing only for an instant before vanishing without a trace.
But Lin Haojie let out a miserable scream. His long sword had already fallen to the ground, and the arm holding the sword had been directly severed.
The crowd's hearts twitched violently. Their eyes opened wide, but they still couldn't see how Lin Feng had done it.
At this moment, Lin Feng still stood there, as if he had never moved at all. But Lin Haojie's arm was truly severed, lying on the ground.
"Golden Rain Swordsman? You—do you even have the right to call yourself a swordsman? You—are you worthy of using a sword?"
Lin Feng's indifferent words rang out, making the crowd's hearts tremble once again.
Especially Zi Ling and Zi Yi. Their bodies were still trembling uncontrollably. They were too shocked.
Lin Haojie—a sword cultivator?
Lin Feng—a coward? A waste?
In front of Lin Feng, Lin Haojie didn't even have the right to use a sword. Lin Haojie—was unworthy!
# Chapter 226: Lin Feng's Sword
Lin Feng had used only one sword strike to sever Lin Haojie's arm.
In fact, it couldn't even be called a sword strike—just a hand tracing through the void, a flash of light, an arm severed. The brilliant, dazzling rain of swords became nothing but a joke.
The Golden Rain Swordsman became a mockery.
Just as Lin Feng had said: "You—do you even have the right to call yourself a swordsman? You—are you worthy of using a sword?" In front of Lin Feng, the Golden Rain Swordsman Lin Haojie was nothing but trash, not even worthy of polishing Lin Feng's shoes.
How laughable. Zi Yi had treated Lin Feng as a waste and Lin Haojie as a young hero, a dragon among men. She had even given her body to him, yet she had casually insulted and constantly guarded against Lin Feng.
"Heh, hehehe..." At this moment, Zi Yi indeed laughed, somewhat strangely. The now one-armed Lin Haojie was so filthy, while Lin Feng, standing proudly on the corridor, protecting Duan Xinye, was so wild and unrestrained.
Lin Feng was the true dragon among men, not constrained by trivial matters. Even after being repeatedly insulted by her, he didn't get angry or turn hostile, because he was broad-minded, didn't care, and disdained to. When he didn't speak, it was one thing; when he did, it shocked everyone. This was Lin Feng!
Zi Ling also stared blankly at Lin Feng's proud figure, as if seeing him for the first time. This wild, unrestrained figure standing on the corridor, casually severing Lin Haojie's arm with a wave of his hand—was this the young man lying on the road whom she had helped onto the carriage? Was this the young man holding a broom, sweeping the courtyard? Was this the young man hunched over, lighting a fire for them only to be mocked in return?
Only now did Zi Ling and Zi Yi understand the intention of their father, Zi Nan. Zi Nan had asked Lin Feng to escort them to the Zi Mansion to protect them, and also to give them a chance to get along with Lin Feng. How laughable—one of them had treated Lin Feng as a waste, never looking at him properly, and had been tricked by Lin Haojie into losing her virginity; the other had also never truly cared about Lin Feng.
"Unworthy of using a sword!"
Lin Haojie stood there, blood continuously dripping from his arm onto the ground, his face pale. For the first time, someone had said that he, the Golden Rain Swordsman, was unworthy of using a sword.
"A sword is sharp and persistent; the heart must be upright and the nature straightforward to be worthy of using a sword. Your heart is impure, and you covet vanity. Your sword is flashy but lacks substance. You are not even worthy of using a sword, let alone being called a swordsman or a sword cultivator."
Lin Feng's tone was cold. Lin Haojie's heart was impure; his sword merely pursued flashy elegance, losing the true sharpness that belonged to a sword.
"You dare to sever my arm? Who exactly are you?" Lin Haojie raised his head, staring at Lin Feng with a ferocious expression. That familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger.
"I would do more than just sever your arm." Lin Feng smiled coldly, taking a step forward. Instantly, Lin Feng's figure disappeared and reappeared directly in front of Lin Haojie.
Lin Haojie's body trembled violently. Facing Lin Feng's direct attack, he had no power to resist. Feeling an extremely strong sword intent destroying the life force within him, his face twisted wildly as he stared fixedly at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had not only severed his arm but also dared to take his life!
"It's you!"
Looking at these eyes, Lin Haojie's heart trembled. These calm eyes belonged to the person who had silently crouched on the ground lighting a fire in the thatched hut, the person he had called a waste and a coward.
At that time, in front of him, Lin Feng had been so insignificant, a cripple lighting a fire alone. But now, Lin Feng easily took his life. This stark contrast made his heart tremble wildly, but everything was already decided.
"It's me!"
Lin Feng said coldly. The palm placed on Lin Haojie's chest twisted slightly, and an extremely fierce sword energy wreaked havoc. Lin Haojie let out a muffled groan, and then his breath disappeared. But his eyes remained open. Even in death, he couldn't accept that he, with his good family background, extraordinary talent, and handsome appearance, had died like this, killed in public.
"Thump..."
Looking at the fallen corpse, the crowd's hearts also pounded.
Killed. Lin Feng had directly killed the Golden Rain Swordsman Lin Haojie, disregarding his identity, killing him so easily, as simply as crushing an ant.
At this moment, the most shocked were undoubtedly the sisters Zi Yi and Zi Ling.
Lin Haojie—dead?
Lin Feng had killed Lin Haojie so easily?
"Sister, he deliberately wore the mask because he already knew that woman. He knew what might happen, so he didn't want to be associated with us, afraid of implicating us."
Zi Ling suddenly understood Lin Feng's intention in wearing the mask. He didn't want others to know that he had come with Zi Yi and Zi Ling, so that no matter what happened, it wouldn't implicate them.
"You don't owe Lin Haojie anything!"
Lin Feng's words still echoed in her ears. Yesterday in the thatched hut, with Lin Feng's strength, could the Three Sheep Mountain Monsters have hurt them?
Obviously impossible. Lin Feng had silently considered everything for them, low-key and restrained, while they had pursued flashy displays, liking Lin Haojie, liking that rain of swords and that arrogant elegance.
They regretted it deeply.
Especially Zi Yi. She had given her body to Lin Haojie, only to receive a few sweet words before being abandoned the next day. But what use was regret? Lin Haojie had been killed by Lin Feng, and Lin Feng would never look at a woman like her. The proud Zi Yi suddenly became extremely self-abased.
She had called Lin Feng a waste, but in Lin Feng's eyes, she was probably nothing, just a pitiful and wretched woman, nothing more. Lin Feng had never even looked at her properly because—he disdained to.
"You must die."
The people of the Zi Mansion looked at the corpse on the ground, their expressions extremely ugly. Cold words came from Zi Qiong's mouth.
Lin Feng had not only taken away his future wife but also directly killed his sister's future husband.
A great humiliation. When had the Zi Mansion ever suffered such a disgrace?
Lin Feng didn't look at Zi Qiong. He disdained to.
Turning his gaze, Lin Feng's eyes fell on Duan Xinye. At this moment, Duan Xinye's face still bore traces of tears, but there was also a gentle smile as she stood quietly behind Lin Feng.
"Those who forced you—all of them must die."
Lin Feng said calmly, his voice carrying a hint of determination.
"Stay close to me."
"Mm." Duan Xinye nodded gently.
Lin Feng reached behind his back and drew his sword from the ancient scabbard.
The sword was like autumn water, without flashy brilliance, only sharp silver light.
"Sword!"
The crowd looked at Lin Feng's hand, their hearts stirring. Lin Feng had said that the Golden Rain Swordsman Lin Haojie was unworthy of using a sword. With a wave of his hand, he could kill Lin Haojie. So how sharp was Lin Feng's sword?
Zi Ling's fists clenched tightly. A sword—Lin Feng had drawn his sword.
She liked swordsmen and yearned for sword cultivators—handsome and dashing, wielding a sword through the clouds, very impressive.
But sword cultivators were rare, and powerful ones even rarer. The Golden Rain Swordsman was the most powerful swordsman she had ever seen. Lin Haojie's sword was flashy and dazzling, while Lin Feng could easily kill him. How powerful was Lin Feng's sword? Zi Ling was very eager to see.
White robes, silver sword.
As soon as the sword was drawn, although Lin Feng stood there calmly, there was a wondrous feeling, very ethereal, as if when Lin Feng moved, heaven and earth would change color. This feeling was as if Lin Feng had merged with heaven and earth.
Zi Qiong also had this feeling. Although he said he wanted Lin Feng dead, he himself would not make a move—because he didn't dare!
Lin Feng standing there calmly made him feel the urge to look up to him. He hated this feeling.
"Kill him."
Zi Mansion's master, Zi Ying, said coldly. Immediately, the people at both ends of the corridor all became serious. A pervasive murderous intent filled the entire space, oppressive and heavy.
Figures flickered as they rushed toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng still stood there calmly, ignoring them, unmoving like a mountain.
Until the opponents came close to him, Lin Feng's body finally moved.
His foot stepped forward—one step, a very small step.
A true sword's killing intent spread, turning into an invisible sword wind that lashed against the crowd. At this moment, the people rushing toward Lin Feng felt suffocated. What they faced seemed not to be a person or a sword, but the momentum of heaven and earth, an invisible heavenly sword.
Zi Ling finally felt the difference between Lin Feng's sword and Lin Haojie's sword. Lin Haojie's sword was flashy and dazzling, while Lin Feng's sword was a killing sword, without flashiness, only the sharpness that belonged to a sword.
At this moment, Zi Ling was also suffocating.
The sword came out, silver light scattered, and heaven and earth were suffocated.
Everyone fell silent. The figures rushing toward Lin Feng all stopped. Heaven and earth, at this moment, seemed to stand still.