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Chapter 47: The Not Weak Lian Yun in the Mu Realm
With the Six Sovereigns leading the way, it was a rare sight indeed. Even amidst the chaos of battle, with dangers lurking in every corner and ambushes all around, Lian Yun remained calm and composed, moving forward without hesitation.
However, to be safe, a thin veil of smoke from the battles seemed to float around him, controlled by some special mechanism.
On the armored bus behind him, Lin Nan watched from a distance. The worry that had lingered in his eyes began to fade as he saw Lian Yun manage to conceal his Sword Intent so effortlessly.
"The Lin family is quite ambitious. When will they ascend to the Supreme Ten Monarchs?"
A tall man suddenly appeared beside Lin Nan on the armored bus, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
To stand alongside the Southern Emperor indicated that this person’s status and strength were likely on par with Lin Nan's.
In fact, such perilous situations filled with fierce combat served as trial grounds for many young heirs of prominent families. Thus, there were numerous armored buses nearby, along with armored vehicles and even several tanks equipped with heavy artillery.
The individuals outside were likely not Monarchs but possessed abilities beyond that level; otherwise, how could they protect their kin deep within the battlefield?
Initially, these experts were puzzled as to why all three generations of the Lin family had arrived together. However, upon witnessing Lian Yun's appearance and his demeanor reminiscent of an otherworldly master, they found themselves at a loss for words, astonished by the strength of Lin Family's Six Sons.
As a result, no one dared to voice their thoughts.
Even if someone did comment, their voices would struggle to carry over the cacophony of howling ghosts and wolves on the battlefield.
Those with even a slight deviation in temperament would find it hard to maintain control.
Hearing the newcomer’s words, Lin Nan smiled slightly and replied, "Why settle for just being among the Supreme Ten Monarchs?"
"You three, along with the Matriarch and those six shameless ones—hm—counting the nephew as part of the family!" the Tall Man laughed and scolded.
Such language and tone could only come from close friends.
However, Lin Nan felt a sense of loss. He shook his head slightly and said, "Without descendants, no matter how powerful the Supreme Ten Monarchs are, they will eventually decline!"
Among the Lin Family's Six Sons, aside from Lin Xiaoyao and Lin Nan, the other four had been married for several years, yet the Lin Clan had yet to see the emergence of a fourth generation.
Moreover, although Lin Xiaoyao and Lin Nan were not married yet, both had reached the Peak of Kings, making the chances of having descendants very slim.
In today's world, the family with the most Monarchs had nine. If a family possessed ten Monarchs, it would naturally be known as the Supreme Ten Monarchs.
However, for the Lin Family, they would rather not have such a title and hoped for the fourth generation to appear soon.
The Tall Man sighed slightly after hearing this and nodded. "If it comes to that, we can only resort to some minor tricks."
The "minor tricks" here likely referred to technological means, such as artificial insemination. If one's realm was too high and there were no viable sperm, inhumane cloning techniques might be employed.
Yet in today's world where Spirit reigned supreme, humanity had become more 'superstitious' than ever, adhering to the principle of following nature.
Otherwise, the Lin Clan would have already had their fourth generation, and with current technology, Lin Nan wouldn't be unaware of whether his second descendant was male or female.
Lin Nan shook his head, unwilling to continue discussing this topic.
Thus, the Tall Man gazed ahead and soon exclaimed, "You, my nephew, how extraordinary must you be? Even if you truly lost all your spiritual power, in a few years' time, Monarchs would still have to give way to you!"
"Of course! My Sister's Son is no ordinary person! How could he ever be defeated? You know that well enough."
“Northern Yan,” the Tall Man called softly, his eyes filled with sorrow.
If Lian Yun turned around, he would instantly recognize the Tall Man. Although they had only met a few times, the swordsmanship of this man had always captivated him.
Under the melancholic aura of the Tall Man, Lin Nan couldn't help but think of his deceased sister, which filled him with a sense of loneliness.
The two were unable to speak, yet they constantly gazed ahead.
After a while, Lin Nan suddenly asked curiously, “Oh, Dongfang Yi, what brings you here? Aren't all the descendants of the Eastern Family usually equipped with precious swords? You shouldn't need to hone your skills here. Did you perhaps take on a disciple?”
Dongfang Yi shook his head slightly but then smiled knowingly, saying, “There’s a talented swordsman among the Indifferent who possesses great understanding of swordsmanship. I secretly taught him a few techniques. Knowing he came today to seek a sword, I decided to come and observe. Oh no, that kid is currently at the Sword Seeking Platform.”
“A few techniques? Impressive! No wonder my sister didn't want you. Would my Sister's Son be someone who ruins others' futures and harbors malicious intent? Besides, how could Lian Yun not recognize your swordsmanship?”
Lin Nan first sighed and then grew angry.
However, his words carried significant weight. Firstly, it seemed that Dongfang Yi's swordsmanship was likely unparalleled; otherwise, how could just a few techniques evoke such admiration from Lin Nan? It must mean that even one of his moves held tremendous power and was extremely difficult to master.
Secondly, it probably related to Dongfang Yi's past heartache—his beloved Lin Beiyan had chosen Lian Zhan instead.
Meanwhile, although Lian Yun walked slowly, he was not without urgency. With the protection of six powerful Monarchs, he quickly approached the Sword Seeking Platform.
However, before he got close, Lian Yun stopped in his tracks. He looked at a platform about ten meters wide where a man knelt on one knee, holding a piece of iron in his bloodied hands, staring straight ahead!
The man's face was covered in blood, but from his facial features, it was clear that he was not much older than Lian Yun.
What stood out most were his red eyes, which conveyed an unyielding determination as solid as rock.
It was difficult for anyone to harbor malicious intent.
Of course, that was true for Lian Yun and the others; otherwise, how could he be covered in blood all alone?
Just as Lian Yun looked at the boy, the boy happened to glance back. His eyes instantly ignited with boundless fighting spirit, a determination that he would never back down.
However, Lian Yun merely smiled kindly. He then reached to his waist and flicked his fingers, shooting two highly concentrated nutrient tablets toward the boy.
The boy's fighting spirit intensified as he raised the iron piece in his hand, ready to attack those two slender objects.
It wasn't until he got a clear look at the two items that a hint of surprise crossed his face. He hesitated for a moment, but as he glanced around at the approaching enemies and spirits, he opened his mouth and inhaled, mixing in some blood, swallowing the nutrient tablets.
Yet when he quickly stood up, the people around the Sword Seeking Platform swiftly retreated.
One reason was Lian Yun's intervention; the young people nearby had given way. Perhaps the main reason was that Lin Family's Six Sons had already launched their attack against them, forcing them to pull back.
"Time's up! Mu Realm can Mountain Sword Seeking! Cloud Emperor can Mountain Sword Seeking!"
(End of Chapter)
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