Chapter 47 Yet Another Fortune?

Holding the earth-grade superior Modao saber "Sinking Dragon," even President Gu cast a look of envious admiration.

"Elder Jiang truly treats you as his own flesh and blood. An earth-grade superior Modao—a weapon countless martial artists dream of."

"More importantly, he coaxed the venerable old president of Zhou Engineering Academy out of retirement to forge it. You must know that old master hadn't stoked his furnace in thirty years."

"Quickly, test the power of this blade and let us feast our eyes on it."

President Gu and Yang Baihu were filled with burning anticipation.

After all, not a single earth-grade weapon could be found in the entire city of Tianhe.

The Sinking Dragon weighed three thousand five hundred jin, yet in Lin Yin's hand, it felt as light as a feather.

This was not due to an overwhelming surge of physical strength in Lin Yin's body, but rather because his very first martial bone happened to be his arm bone!

Martial bones grant humanity extraordinary potential and terrifying power.

Boom!! Wielding the Sinking Dragon, Lin Yin brought it down in a heavy slash against a stone pillar as thick as an adult's arm. In an instant, the pillar snapped in two with a crisp crunch, sending a flurry of stone debris flying across the air.

It was unimaginable; if that single blade were to land on a human body, it would undoubtedly leave behind deep, fractured bruises.

At that moment, messages from royal families across various nations poured in like a tide.

The vast majority were filled with congratulatory praises.

President Gu beamed with radiant joy, feeling that he had not辜负 (failed to live up to) everyone's expectations.

"Continue your cultivation!" President Gu patted Lin Yin's shoulder with deep satisfaction, took a few videos of the scene, and then departed.

At this very moment.

The news had reached the Great Xia Imperial Capital.

Within the imperial palace, Xia Changsheng laughed heartily, his face beaming with delight.

"Hahaha! Splendid! Look how quickly he has broken through to the Bone-Condensing Realm. Give it time, and adding another Grandmaster to our human race will be no mere dream!"

Meanwhile, at the Martial King's Estate of the Lin Family, a deathly silence prevailed.

Inside a certain chamber, a pair of fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white, while a pair of eyes burned blood-red, brimming with a dense, unerasable hatred and bitter frustration.

"Why! Why is it that he could also reach the Bone-Condensing Realm, and even awaken a martial bone!"

Lin Tianjiu let out a low, repressed roar, feeling utterly suffocated.

"No! I am the proudest heir of the Lin family, not him! Not him!"

"Breakthrough! I must break through! I will break through to a realm where he can only look up to me in despair!"

Lin Tianjiu muttered and roared to himself as if possessed by a demon.

Outside the house.

Lin Zhengyang's face seemed perpetually veiled by dark clouds.

As a Martial King, his senses naturally encompassed all directions, and his younger son's frustrated, agonized roars came through with crystal clarity.

He could not comprehend why his thoughtful and sensible younger son harbored such consuming jealousy toward his own elder brother.

Putting himself in another's shoes, Lin Zhengyang believed that if he had a younger brother, that brother would undoubtedly swell with pride for having a Martial King as an elder sibling.

Why could those connected by blood not take pride in one another... Why, why...

Unable to find an answer, Lin Zhengyang turned away in silence. Without pushing open the door, he merely gazed up at the dim, dreary firmament and heaved a heavy sigh.

He walked to the entrance of the Lin estate, stroked the scales of the Dayang Qilin Dragon Beast, and murmured softly.

Perhaps some people are simply born like fire and water, destined to clash.

Even if they should live out their lives as strangers with no further contact in the future, at the very least, they should hold a place for each other in their hearts.

Wouldn't you say so...

The Dayang Qilin Dragon Beast lowered its gaze indifferently, offering no response.

Within the depths of its consciousness, however, certain scenes replayed silently: the eldest son kneeling alone in the chilling rain; the eldest son subjected to unwarranted beatings and verbal abuse...

Even a beast like itself possessed a sufficiently spacious, worry-free chamber with ample food and shelter.

Yet that eldest son had never known such comfort, residing instead in a meager side room cluttered with discarded debris.

Lin Zhengyang, you are a contemporary Martial King whose combat prowess shakes the heavens, yet you understand nothing of the most fundamental human emotions, proving yourself inferior even to a beast of the demon race... Truly, whenever the heavens bestow upon you one gift, they strip away another. You have not merely lost an eldest son; you have lost a brilliantly radiant future...

The Dayang Qilin Dragon Beast slowly closed its eyes, knowing full well that whether it spoke or remained silent, whether it meddled or stood aside, it would alter nothing within the current state of the Lin Family Martial King's Estate.

Once upon a time, it too had felt a pang of intolerable pity, spreading its gigantic wings in the driving rain to shelter that eldest son from the biting wind and storm. And what was the outcome? It had only drawn a harsh, stern rebuke from Lin Zhengyang, ordering it to withdraw.

From that day onward, it never again interfered in any of Lin Zhengyang's personal affairs.

It understood Lin Zhengyang's blinding arrogance far too well.

Lin Zhengyang always fancied himself omniscient, believing he understood everything—including how to raise and educate his offspring.

"Elder Jiang, you have truly taken in a magnificent disciple!"

Xia Changsheng chuckled warmly as he poured tea for Elder Jiang.

"It is not often we have the honor of inviting you to the imperial palace; please, do taste the finest tea I have to offer!"

Elder Jiang took a sip and nodded. "Mm, quite good. However, Your Majesty, please state your purpose directly."

"Haha, nothing can be hidden from Elder Jiang indeed. Since you are so direct, I shall not beat around the bush."

With that, Xia Changsheng slid a batch of rough, hastily scribbled pages across the table.

"A short while ago, we acquired an earth-grade superior body-tempering cultivation technique on the dark web. Despite its crude appearance, the contents are truly astonishing—a genuine earth-grade superior body-tempering manual. Yet, the more I examined it, the stranger it felt. I have a lingering intuition that this technique holds even higher realms, but I cannot quite grasp them. Therefore, I must ask Elder Jiang to lend your discerning eyes to evaluate it."

"Oh? An earth-grade superior body-tempering technique? Let me see."

Elder Jiang took the pages, his expression gradually growing grave and deeply focused.

For this crudely crafted cultivation manual was identical to his own body-tempering technique.

And it was even more profound!

Much of the later material, which he himself had yet to fully comprehend, was laid out here with crystalline clarity.

More importantly, the author appeared to have deliberately left a loose end, hinting that the manual contained layers of an even higher realm.

As he read on, many long-standing perplexities regarding his own cultivation seemed to part like clouds revealing a clear blue sky.

"So it can be done this way..."

"To think that the acupoints could ultimately converge into one..."

"Incredible. The author of this technique possesses an unfathomably profound understanding of body-tempering..."

"Although the foundation is similar, it has charted a clear course for my further advancement..."

Finally, Elder Jiang snapped his head up, his eyes burning with intense fervor. "May I borrow this to study in tranquil seclusion for a period of time?"

Xia Changsheng burst into a hearty laugh. "Naturally! If it proves of any assistance to Elder Jiang, I am more than happy to oblige. After all, should you advance further, it would be a blessing for both the nation and its people. Why hesitate? Please, take your time!"

"Many thanks!"

Clutching the rough manuscript, Elder Jiang hurried into the deepest recesses of the imperial palace, sought out a quiet chamber, and immediately entered seclusion.

Outwardly calm, his heart surged with wild excitement, for he could vaguely sense yet another wondrous opportunity beckoning to him.

The Grandmaster Realm is divided into nine tiers: the first three known as Martial Grandmasters, the middle three as Earth Grandmasters, and the final three as Heaven Grandmasters.

At present, he had merely stepped across the threshold into the first tier of the Grandmaster realm.

If he could take another step forward, the path ahead for Yin'er would become infinitely smoother.

Harboring such fervent aspirations, Elder Jiang sank deeply into his secluded meditation.