Chapter 70: Wild Boasts

Until the very end, no one knew how Lin Yuchu had summoned and commanded thunder and lightning.

Ye Li came down from the arena. Ye Yang, the second son of the Ye family, walked toward him with a face full of regret.

“It’s all my fault!”

Ye Yang looked utterly vexed as he said, “If I hadn’t insisted on making you come, you wouldn’t have… wouldn’t have lost.”

“Who could have imagined that Lin Yuchu would actually be that strong!” Ye Yang said.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret and guilt, and even lingering fear.

Ye Li had unexpectedly subdued the divine sword Liguang, and under the influence of the ancient divine sword, his temperament had become unstable. Originally, he should have been the one to fight in this Sword Path competition, but after discussion, the Ye family had decided to have him withdraw and enter seclusion to cultivate in peace.

In the end, because of his own selfish motives, Ye Yang had forced Ye Li into agreeing to fight.

He had originally thought it was a sure thing. Who could have expected Lin Yuchu to be that strong? Ye Li had actually lost!

After Ye Li lost, Ye Yang was filled with regret and fear, afraid that this defeat would have a bad influence on Ye Li and damage his Dao heart.

He stood beside Ye Li, cautiously watching the expression on his face, not missing even the slightest trace of anything wrong.

Unexpectedly, however, Ye Li did not look angry at all. If anything… he seemed rather pleased.

“Second Brother, what are you talking about?”

Ye Li turned his gaze toward Ye Yang before him and said, “If you had not persuaded me to come, how could I have met my little brother?”

“What a beautiful first meeting. Brother Lin and I truly are fated!”

Ye Li said this with a delighted expression.

“…” Ye Yang.

Hearing that, he was instantly dumbfounded.

“Little… little brother!?” Ye Yang said in shock.

Youngest, you are the youngest. Where did you get a little brother from?

Someone else’s little brother is not allowed either!

Stop right now, or people will think you’re a kidnapper!

Faced with Ye Yang’s speechless shock, Ye Li said in a cheerful tone, “I am going to the Kunlun Sword Sect.”

“…” Ye Yang.

What happened to going to Taixuan Palace!

The Kunlun Sword Sect’s disciple-recruitment ceremony happened to fall on the same day as the Sword Alliance’s Sword Path competition, so one could only choose one of the two.

Anyone who could come and dared to participate in the Sword Path competition was aiming to take first and at least secure third. As long as one placed in the top three of the Sword Path competition, one could enter the Kunlun Sword Sect’s strongest sword peak without taking the exam.

As for Ye Li, because he had unexpectedly subdued the Liguang Sword, both his cultivation and temperament had become unstable under the divine sword’s influence, so he had chosen to withdraw from the Sword Path competition. But by then, it was also too late for him to participate in the Kunlun Sword Sect’s disciple-recruitment trial.

So the Ye family had planned to send him to Taixuan Palace, to become a disciple under Sword Venerable Lu Zhen.

And now, Ye Li had gone back on that decision and refused to go. He wanted to go to the Kunlun Sword Sect!?

Disaster!

Ye Yang immediately grew nervous. Inwardly, he thought this was bad. Once his old man found out, he was definitely going to beat him to death!

No. He absolutely could not let Ye Li be lured away by that Lin brat!

“But the Kunlun Sword Sect’s disciple-recruitment ceremony has already ended. It’s too late,” Ye Yang tried to persuade him.

Hearing this, Ye Li said with complete unconcern, “With a genius like me, why would I worry that the Kunlun Sword Sect would not accept me?”

“…” Ye Yang.

What you say makes a lot of sense, and my backside is also doomed.

Looking at Ye Li, whose mind was already made up and would not change again, Ye Yang all but cried himself unconscious beneath the arena.

Regret. Endless regret!

Meanwhile, at this very moment, in the Immortal Alliance.

The immortal lords of the Immortal Alliance, who had been watching this scene through the Thousand-Li Mirror, collectively twitched at the corners of their mouths.

What the hell was all this!

The Rain Emperor was practically poisonous. Another one!

In his previous life, the Liguang Sword Master had always entered Taixuan Palace and become a disciple under Sword Venerable Lu Zhen. Later, he had even succeeded to Taixuan Palace’s Return-to-Ruins Divine Seat and guarded Taixuan Palace’s hundred thousand realms.

And now…

The Liguang Sword Master had switched to the Kunlun Sword Sect. Did that not mean Taixuan Palace’s Return-to-Ruins Divine Seat was gone?

“I wonder how the divine seats of Taixuan Palace are changed and inherited…”

An immortal lord inside the Immortal Alliance sucked in a breath as he spoke.

He had a bad feeling.

…

At this moment.

On the Stargazing Platform, atop the arena.

Lin Yuchu was still fighting his opponents.

The next few matches were very easy for him.

After his earlier battle with Ye Li, the force around him was at its peak, climbing to its highest point. He swept through thousands of troops as easily as rolling up a mat, victorious in every battle and unmatched by any opponent.

He had already locked in victory for the arena’s preliminary round ahead of time.

The people below the arena watched with waning interest. They could not be blamed. After all, after eating a spicy, scalding, heavily flavored hotpot, then tasting plain congee and side dishes, everything felt bland and uninspiring.

Except for one person.

As an outstanding son-obsessed father, Lin Yunheng finally brought his advantage into play and did the thing he had always wanted to do most.

He became someone who sang Lin Yuchu’s praises.

Extreme praise. Wild praise. Praise that could make flowers rain from the heavens.

He had spent a large sum of money to sit in the position of chief judge, and had even endured humiliation by hiding his father-son relationship with Lin Yuchu, all for this very moment!

“Truly a young hero, extraordinarily gifted, with peerless comprehension, and in addition possessing matchless beauty, like a flourishing grove of tall bamboo, and also like an immortal child from the heavens…” Lin Yunheng’s eyes shone brightly as he stared at Lin Yuchu, who was openly slacking off in the arena ahead. Without blinking, without blushing, and without even pausing for breath, he kept praising him nonstop.

Sitting beside him, the Sword Master Longquan, who had already seen through the truth, wore a face of cold indifference dot jay pee gee.

As for Sword Lord Nanming, although he had not seen through the truth, he had sensed certain clues from Lin Yunheng’s bizarre and unusual enthusiasm. Suspicion stirred in his heart, and the expression on his face also suggested that he could not keep listening and badly wanted to hit someone, or at least block Lin Yunheng’s mouth.

“Oh my, beautiful! What a swift and decisive sword move!” Lin Yunheng did not even take a halftime break as he continued praising with all his might, without the slightest pause.

“Brother Lin.”

Unable to bear the disturbance, Sword Lord Nanming had no choice but to interrupt him. He looked toward him and asked, “Does Brother Dao perhaps know that young man?”

“Eh?”

Hearing this, Lin Yunheng immediately stopped praising him. He turned to look at Sword Lord Nanming beside him, who was asking with a questioning expression. With the reserved and modest attitude of someone thinking, “You’ve discovered it, have you? Since you’ve discovered it, then I won’t hide it,” he said in an utterly showy tone, “Fellow Daoist, you are indeed meticulous and sharp-eyed. That is correct.”

“That unparalleled young man in the arena, who drew down heavenly thunder with one sword and carried out heaven’s might in heaven’s stead, is none other than my unworthy only son, my youngest child.” Lin Yunheng spoke with a radiant expression, his eyes full of pride, clearly taking immense honor in it.

“…” Sword Lord Nanming.

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched at once.

He thought, as expected!

It really was so.

“However…”

Sword Lord Nanming’s expression turned hesitant, then he said, “Brother Dao’s child actually did not inherit Brother Dao’s legacy and orthodoxy?”

The person before him was a dual grandmaster of talismans and alchemy Dao, and even more so the Family Head of the number one alchemy Dao family with the longest-standing inheritance in the cultivation world.

His son actually had not inherited his alchemy Dao, but had instead taken another path and chosen the Sword Path?

When Lin Yunheng heard this, he looked completely unconcerned and said, “Whatever a child wants to do, let him do it. A melon forcefully twisted from the vine is not sweet.”

“…” Sword Lord Nanming.

Was that saying meant to be used here?

Sword Lord Nanming, a proper orthodox cultivator, heard Lin Yunheng’s irresponsible, laissez-faire words, and a disapproving look appeared on his face.

However, since this was the other party’s family matter, in the end, he did not say anything more.

He only sighed inwardly. After so many years, Brother Lin’s nature still had not changed. Even after returning to inherit the Lin family’s alchemy Dao legacy, he was still as willful and reckless as ever, with no regard for rules.

His son really did resemble him.

Sword Lord Nanming raised his head and glanced at the young man fighting with sword in hand in the arena ahead, thinking this to himself.

However, judging purely by the Sword Path, that young man was indeed an extraordinary genius, a world-shaking prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years.

His earlier battle with Ye Li had astonished the world.

The younger generation was truly formidable!

Sword Lord Nanming could not help feeling a sense that he himself had grown old.

At this moment, in the arena.

Lin Yuchu defeated his previous opponent, and another opponent replaced him.

The one who walked onto the arena was a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old youth dressed in a snow-white robe. His brows and eyes were noble, his face handsome, his expression proud and spoiled, carrying a few traces of naive arrogance, as if he did not know how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was.

He entered the arena and stood there, holding a sword in his hand.

Yet Lin Yuchu did not sense any aura of a strong fighter from him. He was completely different from every previous opponent.

He was simply like a golden-fleeced sheep that had wandered into a wolf pack’s gladiatorial arena.

The style was so out of place that Lin Yuchu could not help glancing at him a few extra times.

He thought that this little young master was not suited to the battlefield. He was suited to a deep courtyard in a grand manor, holding a golden spoon, living in luxury, and being pampered.

But clearly, the golden-fleeced sheep lacked proper self-awareness.

He thought that because he had wandered into a wolf pack’s gladiatorial arena, he was a wolf.

“You are very impressive.”

The noble-browed, proud-looking little young master lifted his chin toward Lin Yuchu ahead. Looking down at people with his chin and gazing at him from above with his eyes, he said, “So I permit you to admit defeat.”

“I’m giving you face.” The little young master’s tone was especially arrogant as he said, “To spare you from being defeated by me, suffering a great blow, and never recovering from it again.”

“…” Lin Yuchu.

This was the first time anyone had dared to say such wildly arrogant words to him.

This golden-fleeced sheep had quite the courage.

Someone who could still make such a boast after witnessing the battle between Lin Yuchu and Ye Li was either a fool or an expert!

Obviously.

Someone able to stand here was naturally not a fool. The Sword Alliance would not invite a fool to participate in the Sword Path competition, nor would they send a sword invitation to a fool.

So, was this actually an unfathomably profound genius expert?

The kind who hid himself very deeply?

Below the arena, after hearing that proud, spoiled youth with his faint sword qi come onstage and immediately make such wild boasts at Lin Yuchu, the cultivators were all filled with uncertainty.

However…

Forgive my poor eyesight and shallow learning, but I really cannot tell what is extraordinary or impressive about that young master from a noble family.

Rather, he looks very weak.

At the chief judge’s seat before the arena, Sword Lord Nanming looked at the noble, spoiled youth who had appeared in the arena. His expression abruptly changed, and inwardly, he thought, “How could it be him!”

And in the arena.

Lin Yuchu’s expression remained calm and unchanged, without the slightest abnormality, as if he had not been affected by the youth’s words at all.

He looked at the youth before him and said in a flat tone, “If you want me to admit defeat, at least give me your name.”

Hearing this, the youth seemed briefly surprised.

He froze for a moment, then looked at him, pressed his lips together, and said, “Ming Yushu.”

“The one who defeats you is Ming Yushu!”

Ming Yushu stared at the young man ahead, whose posture was upright and whose aura was as strong as a sharp, cold sword drawn from its sheath. Forcing his voice firm, he said, “Remember it well!”

“Nonsense!”

At the chief judge’s seat before the arena.

Seeing this and hearing those words, Sword Lord Nanming immediately shouted coldly. His expression was displeased, and his gaze fixed grimly on Ming Yushu in the arena ahead.

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