No one dared to comfort Lin Yun, knowing he was still seething with anger.
Lin Yun staggered back a few steps, then collapsed onto the edge of the flower bed, his face deathly pale.
Despite his immense power, despite being an Immortal, in matters like this, no amount of strength could help.
Grandfather-in-law Liu Zhizhong stepped forward, patting Lin Yun’s shoulder to console him. “Yun’er, young Yi grew up in a privileged household, basking in your glory. He doesn’t understand the hardships of the common folk. Unlike you, who spent your first twenty years at the bottom of society, fully aware of their struggles. He’s not inherently bad, just too arrogant.”
“Perhaps I haven’t been a good father,” Lin Yun said weakly, shaking his head.
Over the years, though he returned whenever he could, Lin Yun had spent most of his time cultivating.
He had no choice, especially after learning the Demon Lord had been unleashed, spurring him to train relentlessly.
As an Immortal, he bore not only family responsibilities but also the fate of the entire human race.
Loyalty and filial piety had always been hard to balance.
At that moment, Lin Yi, who had stormed off, came charging back to the courtyard gate.
“Why are you back?” Lin Yun’s eyes narrowed, his voice sharp with reproach.
“I’m here to collect my things, of course!” Lin Yi retorted boldly.
“What do you own that you’ve earned yourself? You have the nerve to take anything? Everything you have, I gave you,” Lin Yun said coldly.
“You…”
“Father, just watch. Even without you, I, Lin Yi, will carve my own path!”
With that, Lin Yi turned and stormed off again, fuming.
“Let him go out and face the world. It’ll do him good,” Lin Kexin said.
Palace Master Yun Shang quickly stepped forward. “Lin Yun, Yi’s actions were indeed excessive, but he’s grown up sheltered, never facing the dangers of the outside world. If you let him leave the Divine Capital, what if… what if something terrible happens?”
Yun Shang was visibly worried. After all, Lin Yi was her flesh and blood.
Lin Yun closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Before, he was merely mischievous, but now he’s becoming increasingly reckless. If we don’t let him leave this sheltered life, he’ll surely commit even worse deeds in the future.”
“He must step out from under my shadow, experience the harshness of the world, and endure society’s lessons.”
Yun Shang clutched Lin Yun’s arm. “Then let me secretly send two people to watch over him. They’ll only intervene if his life is in danger.”
Though she agreed with Lin Yun’s perspective and believed Lin Yi needed to face the world and learn from it, she still feared for his safety.
After a moment’s thought, Lin Yun nodded. “Fine, make the arrangements. But they must not reveal themselves unless absolutely necessary.”
For Lin Yun, Lin Yi was still his son. Though deeply disappointed and intent on letting him face the world’s harshness, deep down, he didn’t want Lin Yi to die out there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. I hope this experience helps Yi grow, though he may come to resent you,” Yun Shang said.
“If it helps him mature, let him hate me,” Lin Yun murmured listlessly.
Rising, Lin Yun headed straight for his training chamber.
At that moment, he needed solitude.
The gathered friends and family said nothing more, letting Lin Yun cool off.
Back in the training chamber, Lin Yun closed the door and let out a long breath.
His heart was undoubtedly in pain, but he knew he had to do this.
After sitting quietly in the room for a while, Lin Yun resolved, “Time to resume training.”
He entered the One Thought Clarity Tower.
“Time to train in the Heavenly Source Sword Technique.” Closing his eyes, Lin Yun began studying the technique.
The Heavenly Source Sword Technique comprised five forms, with extremely high entry requirements. Only those who had reached the Eternal Realm could train in the first form.
In other words, a cultivator who hadn’t attained immortality couldn’t even qualify to practice it, even if they acquired the technique!
Moreover, the technique demanded an exceptionally high-grade weapon, requiring at least an origin-level weapon to unleash its potential.
“What a ruthlessly demanding sword technique,” Lin Yun couldn’t help but marvel.
Having encountered many sword techniques, he was still astonished. Other techniques benefited from higher-grade weapons but had no strict requirements.
Lin Yun began studying and comprehending the technique.
“What a terrifying sword technique!”
As he delved into the Heavenly Source Sword Technique, Lin Yun’s heart filled with shock.
Its insights and explanations of swordsmanship were utterly revolutionary to him!
After studying, Lin Yun drew his sword and began to practice. The blade seemed to float lightly, yet where its gleam flashed, the surrounding space trembled.
*Swish, swish!*
The sword danced as Lin Yun moved, comprehending and deducing the first form of the Heavenly Source Sword Technique.
Half a day later, Lin Yun thrust his sword, twisting the surrounding space into a vortex with a piercing hum.
“Heavenly Source Sword Technique, First Form: Infinity, mastered!”
Sheathing his sword, Lin Yun allowed a faint smile.
Though the first form was immensely difficult, Lin Yun’s foundation in swordsmanship made it a natural progression.
“Keep going!”
Eager to press on, Lin Yun began studying the second form.
As he dove into it, he immediately felt its difficulty soar.
Still, he believed he had a chance.
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Meanwhile, after leaving the Lin residence, Lin Yi headed straight for Tianxiang Pavilion.
It was the usual haunt where he and his friends gathered.
“Young Master Lin Yi!”
“Greetings, Young Master Lin Yi!”
As Lin Yi entered, the staff and many patrons hurriedly bowed to him.
“Well, well, Young Master Lin, you’re here! I’ll fetch Yi’er to keep you company,” a stunningly elegant woman said with a smile, approaching him.
“Get lost!” Still fuming, Lin Yi shoved her away with a palm.
The woman, terrified, dropped to her knees. “Young Master Lin, please calm your anger.”
Lin Yi glared at her. “Tell me, why do you fear me?”
“Because… because your father is Lord Lin Yun,” she stammered.
“Silence! Even without him, I can command respect!” Lin Yi snarled.
With that, he stormed upstairs.
In an elegant private room, several young lords and ladies were seated.
*Bang.*
Lin Yi kicked the door open and strode in.
“Young Master Lin.”
The young lords and ladies, his friends, rose with smiles to greet him.
