Chapter 9 Teaching Martial Arts (Part 2)

That said, my Nine Yang Divine Art truly cannot be casually passed on—it's my ultimate life-saving technique! I'd only teach it to my future disciples. Moreover, not just anyone can learn it; those with poor aptitude wouldn't advance even if they learned it. They might reach two or three layers, but ultimately, they won't achieve mastery! Besides, only those with a calm and peaceful state of mind can attain great success. Someone like Lin Feng, consumed by hatred, is too fixated to succeed.

Only after they have taken revenge and let go of their obsessions could they learn it. But by then, learning the Nine Yang Divine Art would be impossible. They can't take revenge without learning a method first; after taking revenge, they'd already have a cultivation method. After all, specializing in martial arts is the true path. Learning too many things, ending up with a muddled, impure cultivation, not mastering one discipline—that's a sure path to mediocrity. In the end, they wouldn't reach the pinnacle of martial arts!

However, the Huaxia Empire, with its thousands of years of heritage, has countless excellent cultivation methods handed down over millennia. Although some have gradually been lost in the long river of history and faded from view, many outstanding methods still remain.

Lin Xing has quite a few excellent cultivation methods, even some that can rival his Nine Yang Divine Art.

"For now, during this time, you all focus on recuperating. In a while, I'll come back to teach you cultivation methods."

The day passed by in a flash.

During dinner, Lin Wen suddenly asked, "Lin Xing, I heard you took in a few people today?" "Ah, yes, that's right." Lin Xing replied. His words were muffled as he wolfed down his food.

Lin Xing's mother, Yana, gave him a doting smile, saying, "Be careful, don't choke." Lin Xing glanced at his mother and then dug back into his meal. Yana watched him helplessly, shaking her head as she put some food in his bowl.

"You brat, no one's racing you for it, why are you in such a hurry? Besides, if you finish, there's more..." Lin Xing's grandmother, Dikalin, gave him a look while scolding him.

"Hehe," Lin Xing chuckled, "Grandma, I'm just hungry."

"Even if you're hungry, you shouldn't wolf it down like that. Where are your manners?" Dikalin chided with a smile.

It's no surprise that Lin Xing's father, Lin Zhantian, wasn't here. He was far away, stationed at the Red Dragon Legion's garrison. As the Legion Commander of the Huaxia Empire's strongest legion, the Red Dragon Legion, even though the continent seemed peaceful with no wars at the moment,

no one knew if this moment of tranquility would erupt into chaos the next moment. Moreover, the Huaxia Empire was famously wealthy on the continent! Various countries eyed it covetously, all waiting for an opportunity. Perhaps other empires would unite and invade the Huaxia Empire.

Thus, although the legions of various empires showed no movement on the surface, they were drilling in secret, prepared for war to erupt at any moment.

As a result, throughout the year, Lin Zhantian rarely had the chance to be home for a proper family meal. And Lin Xing had long grown accustomed to his father's absence.

Lin Xing swallowed the food in his mouth before saying to the old man, "Old man, did you ask me something? What is it?" Everyone rolled their eyes upon hearing this, speechless.

The old man said, annoyed, "Let's wait until you're full before discussing this, so I don't have to say it a third time."

"I'm full," Lin Xing said, perfectly serious.

The old man rolled his eyes again, "I was asking, how many kids did you take in today?"

"Yes, why? Is there something strange about that?" Lin Xing asked, curious.

"Nothing much, just a bit curious. Why did you suddenly take in those children today? You've been out before, but you never brought anyone home," the old man questioned.

"Today was a bit different." Lin Xing then recounted the events of the day.

Hearing such a cruel story, the two women were filled with anger and sorrow—saddened by Lin Feng's plight and enraged by Enkas Lei. Dikalin couldn't help but blurt out angrily, "That monster! Lin Xing, why didn't you kill him right then and there?"

"These bastards!" The old man was also furious after hearing the story. It was truly excessive. As the Prime Minister of the Huaxia Empire, he was unaware of such incidents. But then again, incidents of nobles bullying commoners happened every day; it was commonplace, something people were numb to.

Even though the old man wasn't like that, with his high position and heavy responsibilities, how could he spare time to pay attention to such minor matters? Besides, who would dare bring these things to his attention? The old man was buried in state affairs and had no leisure for such things. So, he knew nothing about them.

"Them," Lin Xing hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak up. If he wanted to make a name for himself in this world, relying solely on his own strength might eventually succeed. But who knew how many years that would take? By then, he might already be old and toothless. What would be the point of achieving great success at that age?

As for gathering the manpower he needed, with his current strength, he couldn't accomplish much. It would be better to tell the old man and leverage his and the family's power.

With them stepping in, things would be easier to handle.

"I've decided to train them! To have them work for me."

"Train them?" everyone asked in surprise.

"Yes," Lin Xing said, looking at them with determined eyes. "I've decided to cultivate my own people."

Lin Xing then explained his thoughts to them.

After hearing him out, the old man fell silent, while Dikalin and the others had already excused themselves and left.

Lin Xing watched the old man, remaining silent.

After a long while, the old man spoke, "Lin Xing, having this idea shows you're starting to mature, beginning to plan for your own future."

Lin Xing chuckled inwardly. Although he was only a few years old now, adding his previous life, he was already in his twenties. A person in his twenties would naturally make plans.

But it seemed he had completely immersed himself in the role of this child. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated.

"But do you have any concrete steps in mind?"

Lin Xing shook his head, "Not yet. My idea is to start cultivating some loyal talents now, teaching them powerful cultivation methods from a young age. But I'm still young myself, and who can predict the future? It's hard to decide on future matters now, but first, I need to become stronger."

"Perhaps in a few years, when I'm a bit older, I'll go out on adventures to enhance my strength."

The old man nodded, "You're truly starting to grow up. Good, you don't need to worry about these aspects. I'll use the family's power to help you! However, you must also work on enhancing your own strength as soon as possible. You're still relatively weak now, only at the mid-level Swordsman stage. Although, for your age, you're already a peerless genius, it's still not enough."

Lin Xing smiled inwardly. He had hidden his strength well; even the old man hadn't noticed he was concealing his true power. The old man, though appearing to outsiders as just an ordinary Sword Master with unremarkable strength...

Lin Xing's keen perception told him the old man was absolutely not simple! He was definitely hiding his strength as well. His power was undoubtedly formidable, but with Lin Xing's current cultivation level, he couldn't discern exactly how much strength the old man was concealing.

This made Lin Xing even more astonished! With the uniqueness of his own cultivation method, he could only vaguely sense that the old man was hiding his strength, let alone others.

Such a person was absolutely terrifying! That was Lin Xing's assessment of the old man.

But this person was his grandfather, not an enemy. If he were an enemy, that would be truly frightening.

"However, Lin Xing, even though you have the strength of a mid-level Swordsman, you lack the Battle Qi of a Swordsman—you don't even have any Battle Qi at all. Without Battle Qi for protection and to enhance your attacks, your strength is significantly reduced. You probably can't match a mid-level Swordsman, right?"

The old man pinpointed Lin Xing's weakness with precision.

But Lin Xing wasn't worried. With the protection of his Nine Yang Zhen Qi, he knew it was countless times stronger than any Battle Qi.

Still, Lin Xing understood the old man's concern and said, "I will work hard to enhance my own strength."

"Good, let's end the discussion here for today. You should go back and rest now."

Lin Xing bid farewell to the old man and returned to his quarters.