Becoming The Lord Of Sword From Today On

Very soon, a burst of fragrance waft through the air and dinner is ready. They first gave the dishes to the young lady, then they started wolfing down the food in groups. As for Lin Chen, no one paid him any attention. He sat by the side alone, his stomach growling.    

    

Lin Chen had not eaten for a few days, and he was already starving. But he could not snatch it from these people.    

    

In the end, the young lady saw it and said a few words to the maidservant. The latter nodded and went to bring some food to Lin Chen. She handed it to him and said with a smile, "Can you lower the sound of your stomach?"    

    

Lin Chen couldn't help but blush. Embarrassed, he coughed and took it. He wolfed down the food.    

    

The maidservant smiled at him, revealing two white teeth. "If you want to eat, eat slowly. No one will fight with you."    

    

Lin Chen heard her and stopped eating. He frowned. "What did you call me?"    

    

"Beg for food. Aren't you?"    

    

Lin Chen heard him and quickly looked at himself from head to toe. He was shocked. His clothes were tattered and his face was covered with dust and dirt. He could not see his face clearly.    

    

The servant girl came over and asked, "By the way, why are you alone in the wilderness at such a young age?"    

    

They actually thought of him as a beggar. Lin Chen thought about it and said unhappily, "He was sold to mine and only escaped today."    

    

"How pitiful." The servant girl sighed and actually took it seriously.    

    

"Take your time eating. If it's not enough, call me." The servant girl greeted Lin Chen and returned to the young lady's side.    

    

After a night of silence, the convoy set off again on the second day.    

    

In the next few days, Lin Chen stayed in the convoy to recover from his injuries while they were on their way. When resting, the maidservants would sometimes come over to chat with him. Through chatting with the maidservants, Lin Chen knew that his name was Hu Lin. He had once begged before and was later taken in by the young miss. The reason they had traveled so far with their family property was because the family head of the family had died. The widow had taken the young mistress to Shisha City to seek refuge with the cousin of the former family head. Along the way, they had also encountered many bandits and robberies, but all of them had turned misfortune into good fortune. Fortunately, there weren't any losses.    

    

That evening, the convoy stopped again.    

    

Lin Chen got out of the vehicle and found a quiet place to sit down. He closed his eyes and meditated.    

    

Not long after, dinner was ready. The fragrance assailed the nostrils, and many practitioners gathered together.    

    

Lin Chen also stood up and walked towards that direction. However, just as he took two steps, a person took a wrong step and blocked in front of Lin Chen.    

    

He lifted his head and looked over. It was the man in white, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.    

    

"What are you doing?" Lin Chen said faintly.    

    

"Get lost. You are a beggar. You only know how to freeload on food and drink every day. Move aside!" The man in white looked at Lin Chen with disdain.    

    

Lin Chen did not say anything. He turned around and sat back down.    

    

He didn't want to have any conflict with these people. After all, they were kind enough to take him along.    

    

The white-clothed man snorted coldly and walked back.    

    

Lin Chen didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but the moment he turned around, he seemed to see a trace of viciousness on Lin Chen's face.    

    

This made Lin Chen feel surprised and confused. He kept feeling that something was wrong. He looked around with his eyes.    

    

This look made Lin Chen even more surprised and bewildered.    

    

This place was too remote!    

    

"It should be because I thought too much!" Seeing everyone fighting over food, Lin Chen could not help but laugh at himself.    

    

After the group finished eating, they left a few sentry posts and went to sleep.    

    

When Lin Chen saw this, he once again shook his head self-deprecatingly. He slowly relaxed and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.    

    

Suddenly, Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes and secretly felt that something was wrong.    

    

The surroundings were really too quiet. There were so many people, yet there was not even a sound of snoring. It was obvious that all of them had fallen asleep.    

    

These guards were responsible for protecting him, so how could they sleep so soundly?    

    

Could it be that the food was poisonous?    

    

At this moment, Lin Chen recalled the sinister gaze of the white-clothed man when he turned around during dinner, and he came to a sudden realization.    

    

In his eyes, he was a beggar. He didn't cultivate at all. And the food at night must have been drugged, so as soon as these guards ate it, they naturally wouldn't act up immediately. But it was different for Lin Chen, who did not cultivate and beg for food. Once he fell, must be suspicious.    

    

Lin Chen quietly reached out his soul energy and saw a few figures sneakily climbing up under the moonlight. Then, he slowly pulled out his dagger and slashed at the unconscious practitioners' necks. Instantly, blood splattered.    

    

In just an instant, four people had died.    

    

Lin Chen did not dare to alert the enemy. There were dozens of them, and they were all practitioners whom the young lady had hired with a large sum of money. All of them were around the first or second level of the Qi Condensation Stage, especially the white-clothed man. He was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation. If he acted rashly, he would lose his life.    

    

However, on the carriage that protected the young lady, there was a white-haired old man who was at the peak of Qi Condensation. If he could wake up, he might be able to stop the assassination.    

    

The soul energy extended towards the resting area of the white-haired old man. Lin Chen could not help but become nervous. He saw that the white-clothed man was currently walking towards the white-haired old man. His aura had been restrained to the extreme. There were traces of blood on the longsword in his hand.    

    

If the white-haired old man died, then no one here would be able to escape this assassination.    

    

Lin Chen's mind raced. He quietly took out a spirit stone from the spirit ring, and with a wave of his arm, he smashed it onto the longsword in the white-clothed man's hand.