I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 97 89: Competing for Immortal Grass

Elder He's flying crane was currently perched on his neck, incessantly emitting "kill, kill, kill" sounds.

At this moment, above Baihua Peak, seven Flying Boats were suspended in the air in front of Elder He, with only Elder He himself standing on a flying sword.

Then one could hear Elder He say: "In my lifetime of cultivation, I've only learned an incomplete sword technique, called the 'Five Killings Skill.' I've only scratched the surface of the Five Killings Skill, but I understand its principle, which is a single word, 'Kill!'"

"Kill, kill, kill, wipe them out completely!"

The flying crane, flapping its wings, interrupted Elder He's flow of speech, and for a moment, Elder He also forgot what he was about to say next.

He could only glare at the Outer Disciples on the Flying Boat and say:

"In short, I will support you from behind during this expedition against the sect families. If anyone 'shows mercy and cannot take action,' I will kill them myself."

With those words, he, along with the crane, turned into a beam of sword light and disappeared into the sky.

On the Flying Boat, a few Inner Sect Disciples discussed for a while, and finally, the white-robed young man who led Tian Lin and the others up the mountain spoke to Zhuang Buzhou, saying:

"Among the sect families, the Han Family is the weakest, so the task of subjugating the Han Family will be left to you, Brother Zhuang."

Zhuang Buzhou smiled bitterly and said, "Please, seniors, go ahead, I will follow shortly."

"Wait!"

From Zhuang Buzhou's Flying Boat, Brother Lu stepped forward and said, "Brother Leng, do you intend to destroy the Lu Family, could you take me with you?"

The young man in the wraparound robe frowned and said bluntly, "Facing your own clan, can you take action?"

Brother Lu's face turned pale, mustering a smile:

"If I don't see them while they are still alive, am I supposed to hypocritically cry over their dead bodies later? Please, Brother Leng, take me with you to the Lu Family."

The white-robed young man did not refuse, and as soon as Brother Lu boarded the Boat, they departed immediately.

Several Flying Boats headed west, and soon, only Tian Lin and a boatful of people remained.

Zhuang Buzhou turned his head to sweep a glance over Tian Lin and the others, eventually resting his gaze on the Second Steward.

He asked, "Your older brother said you're lazy and gluttonous, and now I see it's true. During this campaign against the Han Family, if you dare to hold me back, don't blame me for slaughtering you first."

The Second Steward flew into a rage, but after thinking it over, he did not dare to retort to Zhuang Buzhou, the peak master's Disciple.

Only after the Flying Boat sailed against the wind did he manage to complain to the Third Steward:

"Of all the people here, he's not worried about Tian Lin dragging his feet, but he's worried about me. Can you believe that?"

The Third Steward appeared contemplative, his eyes lingering on the hilt of the sword on Tian Lin's back:

"I believe that sword there belongs to the Qian Family, right?"

Qian Ping, who was standing distractedly at the stern of the boat, stood up and pointed at Tian Lin, saying, "Tian Lin, why is my uncle's sword on your back?"

Tian Lin retorted, "Don't you know that I joined Brother Xing and Brother Lu in killing those from the Devil Path? Of course, I picked up this sword from a fallen Devil Path follower."

"How dare you kill my kin from the Qian Family?"

Qian Ping drew his sword, intending to fight Tian Lin to the death on the Flying Boat.

Seeing this, the Second Steward and the Third Steward hurriedly grabbed Qian Ping from either side.

Fortunately, Zhuang Buzhou was the peak master's Disciple, and he could suppress these Outer Disciples.

Hearing Zhuang Buzhou's shout, "Everyone sit down. If anyone makes more noise, don't blame me for throwing them off the Flying Boat."

Indeed, Qian Ping ceased his outburst, he tossed his sword onto the deck and took a seat by the rail, his eyes welling with tears, asking, "Why did they kill my kin from the Qian Family?"

Everybody then realized that Qian Ping's anger at Tian Lin was less about Tian Lin himself and more about his dissatisfaction with the sect, questioning the sect's decisions.

The people on the boat were all related to world nobility, even the Second Steward and the Third Steward were related to the sect families.

The mood of most people was inevitably downbeat, but Tian Lin felt none of this at all.

He still remembered what Aunt Zhu had mentioned that the sect had never cultivated the immortal grass, which in previous years was supplied by the Han Family's contributions.

Tian Lin also once made a request to Han Yue to buy the immortal grass, but at that time, Han Yue did not agree.

Now, with the Han Family gone, he might not get other things, but surely he'd get a hold of the immortal grass, right?

Finally, the Flying Boat came to a halt in the sky above the Han Family's town, causing a group of mortals on the main road to rush towards the Boat.

But before this group of people could surge into the Han town, several beams of Sword Qi descended from the sky, slicing those who stepped into the Han town in two instantly.

"This is Elder He's Sword Qi; he has sealed off the entire Han town. No one inside the town can get out, and no one outside the town can get in."

As Zhuang Buzhou spoke, he maneuvered the Flying Boat to descend slowly.

Just when the Flying Boat was about five zhang off the ground, he halted it and said to the more than ten Outer Disciples on board, "Alright, you all go down and kill."

The people on the Flying Boat looked at each other, and the Second Steward could not help but ask Zhuang Buzhou, "If we go down, what about you, Senior Brother?"

Zhuang Buzhou replied calmly, "I'll be supporting you from the Boat!"

"Damn it!"

They cursed inwardly, but no one dared to say it aloud.

The people on the Boat looked at the few thousand households in the small town below. Most of these people were mortals, but there were also quite a few Qi Refiners.

Brother Leng said that the Han Family was the weakest—

But even if the Han Family was weak, it had produced quite a few twelfth-tier Qi Refining experts over several generations.

Even if most of these disciples from the core sect were not in the Han Family, who knew if the Han Family had secretly harbored some powerful masters?

"What are you all dazed for, haven't you seen that they've already drawn their bows?"

With a reprimand from Zhuang Buzhou, one could hear a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound.

In the town, not just from the lookout towers, but also on many houses and attic windows, people were drawing their bows at the Flying Boat.

The arrow barrage, with a terrifying wail, instantly closed in on the Flying Boat.

Seeing this, the people on the Flying Boat finally jumped off one by one.

All one could hear was the 'clink clank' of several arrows, all striking Tian Lin.

But Tian Lin was not wearing any protective armor; the arrows all rebounded and flew off when they hit him.

Seeing this, Zhuang Buzhou sneered, "Don't be too confident in your Dragon Elephant Divine Skill, thinking yourself impervious to swords and spears. Be aware, some arrows are poisoned."

Ever since unlocking certain abilities, Tian Lin had become unafraid of poison.

Moreover, for him, the powder of immortal grass was nothing but a tonic.

Nevertheless, Zhuang Buzhou's warning made Tian Lin cautious.

He swiftly drew Taibai from his back and leaped off the Flying Boat.

By now the street was in utter chaos, with women and children running everywhere.

Tian Lin furrowed his brow; despite having mentally prepared himself, he still felt some reluctance in facing these women and children.

That was until a woman wielding a Wolf Fang Club swung at Tian Lin, and he, in return, cut through the club and incidentally severed the woman's neck with a single stroke.

Taibai truly lived up to its reputation as a flying sword; its blade did not appear sharp at first glance. But once True Qi was channeled, the sword could slice through iron as if it were mud.

"Scoundrel, meet your end!"

A voice rang out, and just as Tian Lin had killed the woman, a man leaped down from the second floor of a building on the street side.

When Tian Lin looked up, he only saw that man holding a steel saber, coming right down at him with a slashing blow.

Seeing the imminent strike, Tian Lin stimulated his True Qi and launched a beam of Sword Qi.

The man hadn't yet touched the ground when he was sliced in two mid-air, with his entrails and blood spraying everywhere.

"I have ties with Elder Han Yue, and I do not wish to slaughter the Han Family recklessly. Tell me, where have you hidden your family's immortal grass?"

While Tian Lin was killing those charging at him, he also posed this question, but who would be willing to collaborate with him?

With the sect determined to eradicate the Han Family, how could the thousands in the family sit and wait for death?

"Tian Lin, what are you dallying for? Why didn't you kill that child just now?"

Second Steward, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, sprawled himself across the street, cutting down everyone in his path, no matter if it were women, children, or the elderly.

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"I'm going to find that Devil Path from the Blood Sect!"

Tian Lin dropped the phrase and sprinted with his sword toward a Han Family ninth-tier Qi Refining expert in the distance.

Seeing this, Second Steward sneered, "Ignoring the easy prey and playing the hero to tackle the tough ones, doesn't resemble someone from our Lianshui Peak at all."

As he spoke, Second Steward stabbed to death a pregnant woman.

Though the town was densely populated, how could the civilians stand a chance against a group of Qi Refiners engaged in a massacre?

In just half an hour, the town was enveloped in the stench of blood.

A young man ran past Tian Lin, and as he glanced at the other's abilities, Tian Lin's sword immediately aimed for the young man's neck.

The young man's face changed, as two curved blades flew out from his sleeve in an instant.

But his blades, inferior in quality to Tian Lin's Taibai, were chopped in half as soon as they came in contact.

The young man's cultivation also paled in comparison to Tian Lin's strength, and by the time he realized the disparity, his body had already been split into two by Tian Lin.

Tian Lin's swift action stunned an old man nearby who, hidden in a corner, wet his trousers out of fear.

"Where has your Han Family hidden the immortal grass?"

Tian Lin approached the old man to ask.

The old man pointed toward a small courtyard to the east and immediately closed his eyes, clutching his head.

Tian Lin didn't kill the old man but turned and ran to the stone-built courtyard.

Inside several rooms of the courtyard, immortal grass was hanging to dry.

Tian Lin hastily took out a gauze, and bundles of immortal grass went into it.

The courtyard wasn't large, but it contained a considerable quantity of immortal grass due to its contents.

Aware that the gauze's capacity was limited, Tian Lin stopped.

Then, a deep voice rose from the street, "The Han Family may be guilty, but for the immortal gate to massacre innocent unarmed women and children, how is that different from the Blood Sect?"

Zhuang Buzhou's voice then came from the Flying Boat:

"Those people, when in power they are parasites, when cultivating in the sect they are leeches, when governing the people they are pests; what innocence do the women and children have?

When the Wang Family was exterminated, your Han Family only thought of sucking blood without a trace of introspection. Now facing annihilation, you complain about the injustice of the heavens."

Zhuang Buzhou loudly harangued from the Flying Boat:

"If those cultivators of the Han Family truly believe the women and children are innocent, then come forward. If you can defeat me, Zhuang Buzhou, I will ensure your families remain unharmed."

After Zhuang Buzhou finished speaking, indeed more than ten people flew out from various rooms, appearing beneath the Flying Boat.

The leading man pointed at Zhuang Buzhou and asked, "Is that true?"

Zhuang Buzhou snorted coldly, paid tribute to the sky while standing on the Flying Boat, and then said, "I ask Elder He to lend me a hand!"

No sooner had Zhuang Buzhou spoken than a streak of Sword Qi descended from the sky.

The Sword Qi hit the ground, and in an instant, a ten-foot-deep crater appeared below the Flying Boat.

Those dozen or so Qi Refiners, not discernible in cultivation, were now as dead as could be.

"Zhuang, you tricked us!"

An old man on the beam of a house in the town cried out in a heart-rending voice.

"Hey, I thought all in the Han Family were fools, but it seems there are still some intelligent ones," Zhuang Buzhou on the Flying Boat said with a smile, then addressed Tian, "Junior Brother Tian, you've hidden so many good things, it's time for you to take action, isn't it?"

Tian Lin, hiding in the storeroom courtyard, was taken aback. He intended to slip through this chaotic battle unnoticed.

But now, being singled out by Zhuang Buzhou, he had no choice but to come forward.