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The Qin Family Guard could not understand why the shameless treasure thief was laughing, as they did not know that Ye Tian, at just seventeen years old, had already reached the terrifying level of a Four-Stage Martial Artist and possessed a Third Spirit Pouch.
For Ye Tian, breaking through to the Martial Unity Definition at the age of sixty-eight was nothing short of a joke. However, for these guards who were stuck at the Ninth-Dan Samurai level and found it difficult to even break through to Martial Mastery, the Martial Unity Definition was an unattainable limit.
In reality, achieving the Martial Unity Definition was not as easy as Ye Tian imagined. The cultivation of a Martial Sovereign begins from Martial Mastery, with each stage presenting its own bottlenecks, making it increasingly difficult to progress. Many individuals experience rapid advancement before reaching the Ninth-Dan Martial Artist level, but once they confront the major barrier of Martial Sovereign, they can be stuck for decades, with some never advancing even until their demise.
Simply put, not everyone is a genius.
In such small towns, having even one person at the Martial Master level is considered strong, let alone someone who has reached the Martial Unity Definition.
Moreover, this is also related to the survival environment of small towns. In a competitive landscape filled with intrigue and power struggles, if a certain faction produces a genius capable of influencing the larger situation, all other factions would wish to eliminate any potential threats immediately. Ye Tian could verify this during his time in Spirit Martial Town. Of course, power struggles and intrigues are unavoidable in the Cloud Sea Sect as well, but it remains a strict and large sect with the Four Great Cloud Halls' Lord overseeing matters; thus, even in darkness, it would not stir up too much trouble.
The survival of geniuses is fraught with difficulty; many people like to blame fate and claim that heaven is jealous of talent. However, they never consider why so many geniuses fall due to various reasons just as they begin to rise.
Some suddenly fall ill with serious diseases, some lose all their cultivation overnight, and others mysteriously disappear without explanation—there are countless examples.
In summary, it is incredibly challenging for a genius to survive within a small local faction. They must guard against hostile forces while also being wary of jealousy and sabotage from their own kin; it is truly a struggle for survival in tight spaces.
Thus, it is no longer surprising that Qin Family Head Qin Changlin broke through to the Martial Unity Definition at sixty-eight years old. This also reflects something about the Qin Family: the intense competition for power within Luoma Market.
Geniuses suffer greatly while mediocrity rises to power.
This statement may seem somewhat derogatory towards Qin Changlin; he is certainly not mediocre since reaching the position of family head requires exceptional qualities. However, he cannot be considered a genius either; at best, he is merely above average.
This conclusion can be analyzed from several points:
First, there is still the issue of age; breaking through to the Martial Unity Definition at sixty-eight years old reflects poorly on his innate talent and qualifications.
Second, improper personnel decisions led to significant losses; allowing an outsider to hold such an important position indicates poor judgment in assessing people and also reflects his autocratic nature. Entrusting critical responsibilities to outsiders would inevitably face opposition from direct descendants; however, results proved that such opposition was futile as Li Qingwu still managed to take that position and steal valuable treasures.
Thirdly, the means are ruthless and devoid of humanity, which can be analyzed in conjunction with the previous two points. Just imagine, how could a person with a domineering personality and mediocre talent attain the position of family head? A domineering personality inevitably lacks loyal friends, and mediocre talent would result in an inability to present strong conditions in competition. Yet, the final outcome is that he sits atop the family hierarchy; the stakes involved are self-evident.
At this thought, Ye Tian secretly chuckled. It would likely be no difficulty to extract information from someone of such character.
While pondering, they had already turned through several corridors. The Qin Family Garden was indeed grand, with intricately carved eaves and flying dragons adorning the architecture. Compared to the Cold Family's elegance and simplicity, this place exuded a bold and imposing demeanor.
"Warrior, ahead is the conference hall where the family head awaits," a Qin Family guard gestured forward and then bowed respectfully to Duan Liu before slowly retreating.
Duan Liu responded with a chuckle, pressing Ye Tian forward as they strode toward the conference hall.
The conference hall was an important location, naturally guarded by a large number of guards. Ye Tian calculated that if things went awry, he would need to see if he could escape unscathed amidst the assault of these elite soldiers and skilled fighters within.
The guards at the entrance were imposing, each one broad-shouldered and fierce-looking, exuding an extraordinary presence. However, these were merely for intimidation; what truly baffled Ye Tian was their deliberate concealment of their aura. Whether this was due to instructions from a master or a rule of the estate remained unclear.
As they walked, Ye Tian extended his perception into the conference hall. Logically speaking, this was a very dangerous action; if the other party had someone probing outward as well, his own strength would be exposed before everyone in the Qin Family.
In an instant, Ye Tian received information confirming that there was indeed someone inside suppressing their Martial Origin Power while probing outward. From his perception, he could tell that this person's strength was at the mid-stage of a Four-Stage Martial Artist and should be one of the key figures in the Qin Family.
Inside the room, a middle-aged man dressed in gray silk signaled four fingers to Qin Changlin, who sat at the head of the table. The latter initially looked puzzled but nodded subtly after a moment.
They placed great importance on this treasure thief; however, they had not expected him to possess only Four-Stage Martial Artist strength.
"Stop."
As Duan Liu pushed Ye Tian to the entrance of the conference hall, they were once again stopped by a burly guard serving Qin Character. After some inquiries, he reported back again.
"Ugh, what a hassle," Duan Liu spat out in annoyance. He complained verbally while inwardly cursing the Qin Family for their ostentation—embroidering a Qin Character on their clothes was one thing; why did they have to embroider it on their cuffs as well? Why not cover themselves entirely in it?
After a moment, the guard returned and bowed, saying that the family head had summoned them. Naturally, this was accompanied by Duan Liu's eye-rolls.
The two entered the room, and suddenly the space opened up before them. The Qin Family's conference hall was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, measuring over twenty feet in both width and length. Although it was called a conference hall, it could probably also serve as a demonstration area without feeling cramped.
"I pay my respects to the Qin Family Head," Duan Liu said politely, though his tone carried a hint of weight, indicating his underlying feelings.
"Bring a seat for the warrior," Qin Changlin said, tilting his head with an air of arrogance. He waved his hand dismissively, not even glancing at Duan Liu.
Servants on either side were ordered to bring a large chair to the center. Duan Liu was not polite and sat down without hesitation.
It was unclear whether this was a deliberate arrangement or not, but the chair was placed directly opposite Qin Changlin's position. Although Duan Liu was rugged, once seated, he felt quite uncomfortable.
"He wants to psychologically suppress you; don't panic, just maintain eye contact with him," the Secret Sound Technique whispered in his ear, and this tactic was not lost on Ye Tian.
With this guidance, Duan Liu felt more assured. He shook his neck and stared at Qin Changlin with his big eyes.
Qin Changlin was slightly taken aback by this; this tactic was his most effective method for breaking down a guest's psychological defenses. He did not expect it to be ineffective against this man; indeed, this sturdy fellow was extraordinary.
The conference hall had ten seats on either side, occupied by elders of the Qin Family who were stewards. The hall was so spacious that it felt somewhat empty and cold at that moment.
The ten elders were accustomed to being present during important visits and were typically responsible for maintaining order. Over the years, they had never encountered anyone who dared to maintain eye contact with Qin Changlin under such psychological pressure. They were secretly amazed and regarded Duan Liu with newfound respect.
In any era, seating arrangements for hosts and guests are significant. In situations like this where guests face their hosts directly, guests usually feel suppressed and anxious. However, Severing Flow remained unfazed, acting as if nothing were amiss. His dirty hands dug into his feet through his shoes, seemingly unsatisfied and wanting to take off his shoes to scratch more comfortably.
This calmness led to a brief silence in the room as everyone admired Duan Liu's heroic demeanor. Even Qin Changlin struggled to find a good way to initiate conversation.
What they did not know was that if it weren't for an inconspicuous prisoner's words, Duan Liu would not have had such calm courage.
"Ahem..." Qin Changlin cleared his throat twice, shaking his dark green robe. His somewhat stern face revealed deep purple lips that moved but fell back into awkwardness once again.
Ye Tianxin chuckled inwardly; he truly was someone who did not understand how to handle social situations. It seemed that his approach was solely about suppression; when he couldn't suppress someone, he became helpless.
"Come here, serve the tea." Qin Changlin picked up the teacup to cover his embarrassment, but then recalled the legendary way of hospitality, so he shouted.
Everyone was lost in their own thoughts. A tall, thin elder was reminiscing about the soft jade on the chest of the third concubine, while a burly man was also recalling that same soft jade. In fact, several others in the room were thinking about this matter as well...
Duan Liu, of slightly lower status, was distracted by memories of the four-story pavilion he had seen earlier on the street, named Spring Breeze Tower.
Qin Changlin was not young, but his voice was strong. His shout startled everyone, and they quickly composed themselves again.
After a moment, the tea was served. The high-quality tea leaves released a delicate fragrance after steeping, which felt quite out of place in this room filled with a rough atmosphere.
"What is your surname, brave man?" Qin Changlin asked with a stiff face, while secretly thinking that if this thief wasn't a treasure robber, he would deal with this troublesome brute first.
Duan Liu innocently angered Qin Changlin without realizing it. He lazily replied to the question, "My surname is Duan."
Upon hearing this, Qin Changlin's face darkened further. Damn it, answering every question like I owe you money!
Bang!
Qin Changlin's anger surged as he slammed his hand on the table. Under his control, there was only one solution to all problems: bloody suppression...
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