Beastmaster of the Ages

“Oops, I meant comprehend, I have to comprehend this sword art!” Tianming awkwardly laughed.

“So you’re going to lie down again?”

“Hey, no need to say it out loud. Protect me again,” Tianming said.

“No, I want to try, too,” Lin Xiaogui said.

Tianming looked at her with disdain. “Whatever floats your boat. You’ll give up in two days anyway.”

Lin Xiaogui was still speechless when Tianming assumed the position. However, this time the ancestor was some beauty, so Tianming felt like it was inappropriate and his face reddened. “It’s just a rock... a hunk of rock.” He reached out with his black arm. “Time to reveal how many locks you put on this.”

Tianming’s Plundering Eye opened. “Ten thousand again! You two really are peas in a pod, you both really believed in jealously guarding your treasures!” His arm was going to be sore again.

……

Lin Yijian and Lin Jianjia had just gotten out of the Swordsoul Purgatory and returned to the Swordsoul Chamber with dark looks to find the place still noisy.

“What happened?” Lin Jianjia said.

“I thought everyone would’ve already left, so why’re they still around?”Lin Yijian wasn’t happy.

The pair sneaked inside.

“Dad?” Lin Jianjia still had her injuries as she joined Lin Xiaoyun. “What’s happening?”

Lin Xiaoyun looked at her and sighed, “Take a look for yourself.”

“The Xiaozhi Sword Art!” Lin Yijian shouted.

Many seniors gave them a look in response.

“Oh, you’re back? Nice, that’ll stop you from embarrassing yourself outside.”

The Xiaozhi Sword Art had appeared fifteen minutes ago, shocking everyone. They’d all clearly heard Tianming say that it was Grandvoid Swordfiend that had led him to it! It gave everyone a premonition that he would be getting that sword art as well.

Getting either the Grandvoid Swordfiend or Unisword Goddess’ inheritance would shock the clan; obtaining both would be creating history! That achievement’s weight would be three times that of the former. Thus, it was natural how the Lin Clan seniors present would feel when this miracle was made by a hundred-year-old wastrel.

“Dad, I’ll hurry back. Maybe I can still get there in time.…” Lin Jianjia’s voice shook.

“No need. You don’t have a foundation in Spatial Sword Arts.” Lin Xiaoyun grit his teeth. His daughter couldn’t even succeed in the Temporal Sword Art, so there was no point.

“Then I’ll go disturb Lin Feng and kick him out.” Lin Yijian’s tone was chilly.

Lin Xiaoyun glared at him before helplessly sighing, “This matter has already reached the ears of the council hall. Orders have been passed down to protect Lin Feng while he’s comprehending the sword. Anyone that goes up now won’t have a good ending.”

Lin Yijian and Lin Jianjia looked at each other with disbelief.

“Dad, why would they protect him? This is Lin Mu’s son, the shame of our clan!” Lin Jianjia said with some difficulty.

“What you said doesn’t matter in the face of two reges mundi. The Lin Clan has never had one person able to gain an inheritance from the two of them, so the council hall will naturally aid Lin Feng in accomplishing that miracle! That means that if he really does succeed, his status in the clan will undergo a monumental change,” Lin Xiaoyun said.

Lin Wuyi, who was next to them, obviously knew that as well and her expression was just as unpleasant as Lin Xiaoyun’s. She could only hide in a corner away from Dongshen Yue’s gaze and try not to make a sound.

“Change?” The word infuriated Lin Jianjia. After being messed around with by Tianming, she bore a deep grudge. When he had first come to the clan and hadn’t shown his three wives, she had viewed him as a joke. Who hated jokes? If not for that incident, he would never have been able to elicit such emotions in her.

“No! He can’t succeed! This is just the first day, right?” Lin Jianjia grit her teeth.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t. Otherwise, he’ll be hard to deal with,” Lin Wuyi said.

Rationally, someone in the Lin Clan succeeding two reges mundi was an occasion to celebrate. But if it was Tianming, it was a slap to the faces of the third, fifth, and seventh branches. They had already sown the seeds of hatred, so how could they be happy?

“Right, that’s a rex mundi’s inheritance. How could it be so easy? It doesn’t matter even if the council hall steps forward,” Lin Jianjia said with certainty.

“And so what if he succeeds? He doesn’t have a swordbeast and his cultivation is low. No matter how miraculous a sword art a wastrel gets, he’ll only be able to lose more flashily in front of true power,” Lin Yijian said.

“Right! Even if he becomes an orderan several hundred years or a thousand years from now, he’ll still be unable to achieve a Swordheart Manifestation and will never be able to use the core power of our Lin Clan’s sword arts.

The two were in perfect tandem and quickly became much more comfortable.

Lin Xiaoyun looked at the two. “I’m just worried the council hall will make an exception to try and unearth his potential by giving him unlimited resources. That’d be a waste.”

“I don’t think so. Brother Jie has quite the authority there. Your parents are also there,” Lin Wuyi said.

“That’s true.”

“Whatever, he can be a mascot if he really does get it.”

The two looked at the exclaiming people in the hall with cold gazes, especially Lin Xiao and Dongshen Yue.

“They’ve already got one foot in the grave, why jump around like that?” Lin Wuyi shook her head.

……

Time passed, and soon it was the tenth day since the stele’s activation.

“Lin Feng’s at four thousand swordbarriers!”

The twentieth day....

“Eight thousand! He has two thousand left. It’s in the bag.”

“Even across our whole history, he’s a true genius in comprehending the sword.”

The twenty-fifth day!

Tianming broke past the ten thousandth swordbarrier! There was no suspense in the process and everyone in the Swordsoul Chamber watched as the white shortsword merged into Tianming’s arm and the two steles fused together.

“A genius that created history has been born!”

……

Within the Swordsoul Purgatory, Tianming and a bunch of disciples who had gotten on the ride along the way landed. There were also tens of thousands of Lin Clan seniors waiting there.

“My dear little grandkiddo!” Lin Xiao’s voice arrived even before he did. The next moment, Tianming was wrapped in a fierce hug.