Lin Minghai looked Lin Yan up and down. "You didn’t hear the news and decide to go challenge this guy, did you? There’s no need for that."
Lin Mingchen, who was standing to the side, smiled and said, "It’s fine. If Lin Yan wants to challenge him, he can. Sparring with a Sword Dao genius like that is good for your growth in the Sword Dao, as long as you can keep your spirit from being crushed."
"Yes, I’ve already fought Jian Sheng. I went to the Combat Platform as soon as I got back."
"You already went?"
Lin Minghai looked Lin Yan over. "Not bad. It seems you weren’t too discouraged. While Sword Dao talent can raise a sword-wielding Martial Artist’s potential, in the end, it’s a Martial Artist’s Realm that does the talking. As long as you maintain a higher Realm, it doesn’t matter how great their Sword Dao talent is... Later on..."
"Brother Hai, good news..."
Before Lin Minghai could finish his sentence, the voice of a young man from the Third Branch came from the lakeside.
"Brother Hai, good news! Lin Yan defeated that Jian Sheng fellow on the Combat Platform! The news is spreading everywhere now!"
The young man from the Third Branch by the lake was so excited he shouted out impatiently, not even getting a clear look at the people in the pavilion.
Lin Mingchen’s casual smile vanished. His gaze locked onto Lin Yan as he swallowed hard. "You defeated Jian Sheng?"
"Yes, it was a lucky win."
Lin Yan scratched his head modestly, while Lin Minghai stood to the side, his expression complicated...
’A fluke!’
’The time before last, beating that person from the Fourth Branch was a fluke.’
’Last time, beating Lin Wang was also a fluke.’
’Where are all these flukes coming from?’
’So many people in the clan challenged Jian Sheng, so how come none of them got lucky? Why is it always you? Does luck run in your family or something?’
Lin Minghai’s expression was full of chagrin. Recalling what he had just said, he had the sudden urge to jump into the lake.
But before he jumped into the lake, he had more important things to do.
"Jian Sheng comprehended Sword Dao Perfect Level Sword Intent?"
"Two of them."
"So you’ve also comprehended two Perfect Level Sword Intents?"
"Yes."
Lin Minghai didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Come with me!"
"Where to?"
"To see Uncle Qi!"
Lin Yan was confused. ’Why do we have to see Uncle Qi? Just because I defeated Jian Sheng?’
"The fact that you could defeat Jian Sheng proves your talent in the Sword Dao. And remember, Uncle Jiu was the one who called you a pseudo-genius. We’re going to have Uncle Qi demand justice for you."
Lin Yan was speechless.
「Third Branch Ancestral Hall.」
When Lin Shouyuan and He Yuanqiao arrived, they only saw Lin Shouchen.
"Where is he?"
Lin Shouyuan was the first to speak, his gaze flicking toward the entrance of the Third Branch’s ancestral hall.
"One hundred Bodhi Pills."
Lin Shouchen held out his hand. The corner of Lin Shouyuan’s mouth twitched. "You think I’d go back on my word?"
With that, Lin Shouyuan took out his Identity Token from his robes and tossed it over. "Go ahead and deduct them. There are enough Points on here for a hundred Bodhi Pills."
"Minghai, take this to the Contribution Hall."
Lin Shouchen caught the Token and tossed it to Lin Minghai, who was standing nearby. Lin Minghai chuckled and hurried away.
"So, where is Lin Yan?"
"He’s gone."
"Gone? Where did he go?"
Lin Shouchen didn’t answer. Instead, he asked calmly, "Who was it that sent Mingxi with a message for me back then, saying Lin Yan was a pseudo-genius in the Sword Dao?"
At these words, Lin Shouyuan’s expression stiffened. Meanwhile, He Yuanqiao, who had tagged along, stared at his friend with a bizarre expression, as if he’d just discovered a new world.
’If Lin Yan is a pseudo-genius of the Sword Dao, then what does that make my disciple, Jian Sheng?’
"I was too rash in my judgment back then. But when it comes to mastery of the Sword Dao, no one in the clan surpasses me. It would be best for Lin Yan if I were to guide his Cultivation."
If it were an ordinary Sword Dao genius, he would have already turned and left. But a genius who could master two Perfect Level Sword Intents in such a short time, all without a master... he couldn’t bring himself to walk away even if he wanted to.
"Shouyuan, Lin Yan has no desire to take a master."
Lin Shouchen shook his head. Half an hour before Shouyuan arrived, he had spoken with Lin Yan in the ancestral hall. As for taking a master, Lin Yan wasn’t interested.
"It’s not because of your rash judgment back then. Lin Yan simply has no desire to take a master."
Seeing Lin Shouyuan frown, Lin Shouchen continued, "I know what you’re thinking, Shouyuan. With your guidance, Lin Yan could go much further on the path of the Sword Dao. But no one has ever guided him before. He comprehended two Perfect Level Sword Intents entirely on his own talent."
"But..."
"Old Jiu, if you truly wish to take Lin Yan as your disciple, then you must show him your sincerity. After all, your single comment about him being a ’pseudo-genius’ nearly caused our Third Branch to make a terrible mistake. It nearly ruined Lin Yan’s future."
Hearing this, Lin Shouyuan felt a sense of resignation. He knew his Brother Qi would pull a stunt like this.
"I will give this matter serious consideration, Brother Qi... I shall take my leave now."
It was clear he wouldn’t be seeing Lin Yan today, and Brother Qi’s meaning was also obvious. If he wanted to take Lin Yan as his disciple, one hundred Bodhi Pills weren’t enough. He had to show far greater sincerity.
’In the past, if I even mentioned taking a disciple, the clan’s youths would be falling over themselves for the opportunity. I never thought the tables would turn like this, where I’m the one who has to prove my sincerity to convince Lin Yan to become my disciple.’
Lin Shouchen saw Lin Shouyuan and He Yuanqiao off with a broad smile. ’Old Jiu thinks he can take Lin Yan as a disciple so easily? There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.’
「Reversed Lake.」
Lin Mingchuan emerged from a stone chamber, his face pale.
"Brother Chuan!"
"Mingxing, what is it?"
"Lin Yan has been making waves again."
Lin Mingxing recounted Lin Yan’s breakthrough to the Blood Exchange Second Transformation and his victory over Jian Sheng. Lin Mingchuan’s expression turned frigid, and a look of profound apprehension flickered in the depths of his eyes.
’How much time has passed? And Lin Yan has already reached this level.’

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