Having spent a long time in Xue Qinghe's palace, Lin Yu learned many secrets not found in the original story, as well as some characters he had forgotten due to the passage of time.
For example, Chen Xin's father, Chen Jianjun, according to Qian Renxue, was a level 98 Super Douluo, only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Limit Douluo.
In terms of swordsmanship alone, not to mention the current Chen Xin, even Qian Daoliu couldn't compare to him.
If it weren't for the advantage in cultivation, Qian Daoliu might have truly died at Chen Jianjun's hands.
However, after learning the story of Chen Jianjun risking his life for a breakthrough, Lin Yu fell silent.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue, sitting beside Lin Yu, suddenly had a strange feeling.
She felt that Lin Yu's temperament had changed drastically, giving her a feeling similar to facing her grandfather.
This made Qian Renxue wonder if she had been away from the Spirit Hall for too long and missed her grandfather too much?
Regardless of how much Qian Renxue missed Qian Daoliu, her only kind grandfather, Lin Yu gained a new understanding. However, this understanding leaned more towards the sword in his hand than towards the martial spirit itself.
He had heard the old dean talk about it and read many martial arts novels. Martial artists in peaceful times, without external threats, tended to focus on physical fitness.
In turbulent times, martial arts were for self-preservation, for fighting enemies, and were more inclined towards killing.
The Douluo Continent appeared peaceful on the surface, but the undercurrents indicated it wasn't a truly tranquil place.
In such a place, heroes used martial arts to break the law, and the existence of soul masters was the most unstable factor. To avoid being bullied, you could only bully others!
Therefore, before possessing sufficient strength, one should naturally be patient.
Initially, he was cautious and prudent, always yielding when necessary. But since awakening his martial spirit, his mindset had gradually changed.
Especially knowing that he had six more years of cultivation time than Tang San, and had gained the attention of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and his master, the Goddess of Life, far away in the God Realm, Lin Yu's heart had recently
become extremely restless. This restlessness led to a sense of pride and complacency within him, causing him to look down on the likes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
However, when he faced Gu Rong's soul power pressure, he suddenly realized that a Title Douluo was still a Title Douluo, and even if their level was low, they were not someone a mere Great Soul Master
like himself could underestimate. Finally, he had become far too complacent. Apart from two necessary soul beast hunts, he hadn't actually fought anyone!
Thinking of this, he felt truly ashamed.
Strong individuals have always been forged through battle; simply accumulating resources will never create a true strongman, at least not now!
He was currently at the top level in terms of soul rings, soul bones, and martial soul, but what he lacked was combat experience and training.
As he thought of this, a sudden inspiration struck Lin Yu.
He vaguely remembered that when he was practicing martial arts at Wudang, only a handful of disciples could reach the level of "Entering the Subtle," and he was the only one among them with mastery of swordsmanship.
As for the three major sword cultivation realms, only a handful of senior disciples could achieve them.
He had inquired about sword cultivation and how to quickly break through to higher realms, but the elders all hesitated and stammered. Only the sect leader told him, "The sword is a weapon that drinks blood. Only through tempering in the face of life and death can one truly control the sword's will. In times of peace, with the prevalence of firearms, where can you cultivate the sword in your hand!"
Reflecting on the words the Wudang sect leader had spoken to him, the Frost Sword placed before Lin Yu trembled twice.
As time passed, Lin Yu's understanding deepened, and the Frost Sword trembled more and more violently.
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A series of soft chimes rang out, attracting the attention of Qian Renxue, who was cultivating nearby. Her golden phoenix eyes widened in shock, and her rosy lips parted involuntarily, her voice filled with disbelief, "This...this is...fake, right!"
As the eldest daughter of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue was exceptionally knowledgeable. She had only ever seen such a thing with one person before: her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
According to Qian Daoliu, anyone who could wield a longsword without relying on external objects "must have entered the realm of sword intent!"
Qian Renxue murmured to herself, still somewhat unwilling to believe it. After all, how old was Lin Yu? At
most, he was only nine years old. To comprehend sword intent at nine years old!
A pair of beautiful eyes, while filled with shock, also revealed a touch of tenderness and pride. She couldn't help but think of the cheap teacher she had taken in. Her red lips parted slightly, "Ning Fengzhi, Ning Fengzhi, subduing the sword bone is your confidence and arrogance, but what does all that mean in front of me? Are you worthy to be my teacher?"
As if in response, Lin Yu also opened his eyes at this moment, the Qing Shuang sword emitting a long, mournful cry.
If it weren't for Ci Xue's efforts to conceal the commotion at Xue Qinghe's residence with a soul power barrier, the commotion would have already attracted countless people.
Qian Renxue turned around, her beautiful golden eyes meeting Lin Yu's pale red eyes. The siblings smiled at each other.
It seemed that only at this moment did Qian Renxue reveal her softer side. Her gentle words carried a hint of doting affection as she habitually stroked Lin Yu's hair. "Congratulations, little brother Yu!"
"Thank you, sister. I've also figured out a lot. I might need to trouble you with some things in the future."
Qian Renxue playfully rolled her eyes at Lin Yu. "You're being so polite with me." Lin
Yu then directly told Qian Renxue that he wanted to quickly hone his strength; otherwise, merely possessing a high level of cultivation without much practical experience would inevitably lead to setbacks.
Qian Renxue seemed to have anticipated this, instructing him to accompany Ci Xue during the day starting tomorrow and return to her residence at night.
As for the Lin family, Lin Zhan and his wife were aware that Lin Yu was with Qian Renxue, but today's events couldn't be kept secret. They needed to return and give him a proper explanation, so he wouldn't worry too much.
Night had fallen. After bidding farewell to Lin Yu, Qian Renxue went to her secret chamber to meditate and cultivate.
Lin Yu, after releasing his second soul skill and creating a clone of Xue Qinghe, placed it in his palace before resting.
Several days passed, and Lin Yu's story had undoubtedly spread throughout the noble circles and soul master world of Tian Dou City.
Because of Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi's hard-won title as the prince's tutor was overshadowed.
This was a major headache for Ning Fengzhi, who said to Gu Rong beside him, "Uncle Gu, I know you're doing this for the sect's good. That Marquis Chengyang's son is indeed a genius. If you want, you can just recruit him a little; there's really no need to cause a scene on the day of the apprenticeship ceremony!"
Gu Rong readily admitted his mistake to Ning Fengzhi's "resentment," saying, "It was my fault. I will never make such a mistake again."
Just as Chen Xin was feeling smug while Gu Rong was apologizing, a Soul King rushed in, "Sect Master, Sect Master, something terrible has happened! His Majesty Bi Lin has sealed off the entire Seven Treasures City with deadly poison!"
"What!"
[Dugu Bo blocking the door, is that even possible?]