Chinese Martial Arts: Sorry, I Only Know Immortal Arts!

Watching the Tai Chi grandmaster get knocked out with a single punch, Chen Beixuan stood in the crowd, speechless.

Dressed in a Taoist robe and exuding an otherworldly air, Lin Qing was mistaken by many reporters for a traditional martial arts master.

Reporter: “Young Daoist, you think the Tai Chi grandmaster is a weakling, right?”

Lin Qing: “That's right!”

Reporter: “Young Daoist, do you practice traditional martial arts too?”

Lin Qing shook his head.

The reporter was disappointed and turned to leave.

But Lin Qing added, “Sorry, I only know magic!”

As soon as Lin Qing finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

But the very next second...

Lin Qing suddenly called out, “Sword, come!”

A flying sword, seemingly forged from ice and snow, soared through the distant sky toward him.

Lin Qing stepped onto the sword and shot into the clouds.

The crowd was left rooted to the spot, gaping in disbelief.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.