“This isn’t just luck. The fact that it went so smoothly is proof of your talent and comprehension!” Dong Jian exclaimed with feeling.
“Come, come, sit first.” Dong Jian warmly invited Lin Yun to take a seat and poured him a cup of hot tea.
“Senior Dong Jian’s tea is still as wonderful as ever.” Lin Yun took a sip, closed his eyes, and savoured it carefully.
The first time he had come here with Manor Lord Wu, Dong Jian had also given Lin Yun some tea, but he had already finished it all while practising the Flying Shadow Sword Art.
“Haha, don’t worry. While you’re here, there’s plenty of tea. I’ll give you more to take away when you leave,” Dong Jian said generously.
“Then I’ll thank Senior Dong Jian in advance.” Lin Yun immediately rose and cupped his hands in gratitude.
“You’ve come this time because you plan to train your swordsmanship here for a while, right?” Dong Jian asked with a cheerful smile.
“Exactly. I’d like Senior Dong Jian to give me some guidance on swordsmanship. The Pinnacle Tournament is in seven thousand years, and I intend to take part, so I need to raise my strength as much as possible,” Lin Yun replied with a faint smile.
The Pinnacle Tournament was no secret, so Lin Yun spoke of it openly.
“Enter the Pinnacle Tournament? You’re planning to join this session?” Dong Jian was startled.
“Yes,” Lin Yun nodded, still smiling.
“Now that you’re in the Harmony stage, you do qualify to register. Ahem, but the Pinnacle Tournament is of the highest calibre. Defeating all those monstrous contestants and taking first place is harder than climbing to the heavens, especially since you’ve only just entered Harmony and haven’t had enough time to consolidate. Competing with those freaks will be extremely difficult,” Dong Jian sighed.
“No problem. Even if I get eliminated, I lose nothing. I’ll just treat it as valuable experience,” Lin Yun said cheerfully.
He continued, “Of course, right now I’m also doing everything I can to improve my strength and prepare for the tournament. That’s why I’ve come to you, Senior Dong Jian, hoping you can help me with swordsmanship.”
“No problem at all. I’ll teach you everything without holding anything back!” Dong Jian agreed readily.
After they finished another cup of tea, Dong Jian stood up and led Lin Yun to an open space outside the pavilion.
“Friend Beichen, let’s begin. First, perform the sword art you currently use, the complete set, in full detail,” Dong Jian instructed.
“Very well.”
Lin Yun acknowledged, drew his treasured sword, circulated his inner energy, and demonstrated his Flying Shadow Sword Art.
Once he finished the routine, Lin Yun stopped and looked at Dong Jian.
“This sword art of yours is called the Flying Shadow Sword Art. It was created by the Flying Shadow Golden Monarch, a Supreme who was extraordinarily skilled with the sword,” Dong Jian said.
“Senior, you actually recognise the sword art I practise?” Lin Yun was very surprised.
“Haha, of course. My study of swordsmanship runs far deeper than you might imagine. I know a great many sword arts. The Flying Shadow Sword Art is quite famous among all sword techniques in the Ancestral Land. You’ve got good taste to cultivate this one,” Dong Jian said with a laugh.
“Senior Dong Jian, is the Flying Shadow Golden Monarch still alive?” Lin Yun asked curiously.
From what Lin Yun knew, the publicly acknowledged living Supremes in the Ancestral Land numbered just over a dozen, and the Flying Shadow Golden Monarch was not among them.
“He is alive, and his strength is formidable. However, he never joined or founded any faction. He lives in complete seclusion, and no one knows where he currently resides,” Dong Jian explained.
“I see.” Lin Yun nodded in understanding.
“The number of living Supremes in the Ancestral Land is far more than just a dozen. Ordinary people outside only know of that many,” Dong Jian said with a smile.
“I’ve heard something like that before. So exactly how many Supremes are there among the human race in the Ancestral Land?” Lin Yun asked, curiosity piqued.
“That’s hard to say. Even I don’t know the precise number, and probably very few people do. Some reclusive Supremes pass away without the outside world ever learning of it. Some major powers publicly claim to have only one Supreme when they actually have two. It’s impossible to be certain,” Dong Jian replied.
He continued, “But in terms of quantity, there are definitely several dozen Supremes.”
Hearing this, Lin Yun immediately thought of the Lord of Destruction Golden Monarch.
The Lord of Destruction Golden Monarch had also been a Supreme who neither joined nor founded any faction. He had fallen millions of years ago, so ordinary people of this era probably scarcely knew of him. Now that he had been revived, the Ancestral Land would soon have one more Supreme.
