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Chapter 6: The Initial Display of Sword Intent
When Lian Yun entered the Training Room, he found the vast space filled with several towering phantoms engaged in combat. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and some Spirits were also fighting independently.
The phantoms moved with incredible speed, creating a whirlwind that swept through the entire Training Room. However, all the Spirits managed to easily avoid provoking the few prominent figures observing the battles.
This was partly because the Spirits dared not act recklessly, and partly because those watching were not beings that the Spirits could challenge.
Yet, as soon as Lian Yun arrived, the previously intense battles came to an abrupt halt. All the Spirits quickly vanished beside several young men.
These were none other than Lian Yun's cousins!
The second son of his Uncle, his second cousin Lin Wuji; the eldest and second sons of his Second Uncle, his third cousin Lin Zixing and fourth cousin Lin Ziyou; and the third son of his Uncle, his fifth cousin Lin Xiaoyao.
In the third generation of the Lin family, regardless of how pleasing their names might sound, each held significant meaning.
This was because the second generation had high hopes placed upon them and bore heavy responsibilities. According to Lin Jin, there was a grand ambition back then: to have Four Sons, representing the four cardinal directions—East, South, West, and North—with the intention of safeguarding all of Huaxia Land.
Thus, the second generation of the Lin Clan hoped that their descendants could live a more carefree life.
This led to names like Feather, Wuji, Xiaoyao, Zixing, and Ziyou. Even Lian Yun's name carried similar significance with "Yun."
As for Lin Nan, he was the youngest in the family. Although he was doted upon by everyone, he did not hold much 'status.' His name implied a sense of ease and adaptability in life.
Finally seeing these cousins brought a smile to Lian Yun's face.
Lin Wuji seemed to be a martial arts enthusiast as he put away the Ghost Slave and laughed, "Yun, I hear your martial skills are impressive these days. How about a match with your brother?"
"Second Brother..." Lin Feiyu said with a hint of anger, casting a glance at Lian Yun's waist and subtly shaking his head, though there was a trace of relief in his eyes.
It was simply because his cousin, who had always been inseparable from his sword since childhood, finally had no sword by his side. This made him realize that his cousin was truly willing to let go of the past and start anew.
However, Lian Yun touched the empty space at his waist, looked at his palm in silence for a moment, and then suddenly smiled lightly, saying, "A sword does not have to be an external object!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Training Room changed dramatically!
It was hard to describe, but it was visible.
The surrounding mountains suddenly exuded a sharpness like that of peaks, and the Plum Blossom Poles emanated a cutting aura.
Between the Sand Pit and the pool, there seemed to be an underlying sharp quality. Most notably was the Forest of Blades and Spears.
All the swords and blades moved without wind, and every long sword emitted several inches of sword energy on its own. The ground, where the spears did not rise, formed a piercing sword energy that seemed to stab through invisibly.
"Sword Intent?" Lin Nan shouted in disbelief.
"Heart Sword?" Lin Xi questioned, looking perplexed.
As for the third generation of the Lin Clan, they were all dumbfounded; originally practitioners of ghost taming and extermination, they now wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Only Lian Yun seemed unconcerned, yet he shyly said, "Whether it's Sword Intent or Heart Sword, it matters not! Just let it be!"
With a single word, the sword energy around intensified, and within the Forest of Blades and Spears, there was an almost piercing essence that struck at the heart and mind.
This left both the Western Emperor and Southern Emperor dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, Lin Feiyu and the others did not hide their envy.
In today's world, the status of ordinary martial artists was not high, but a few were respected by the Armed Ghost Hunters. Those few were individuals who had cultivated Martial Intent.
Possessing Martial Intent meant that one was unafraid of Spirits entering their body, which was even more impressive than the Armed Ghost Hunters. Furthermore, even without spiritual power, one could use Martial Intent to eliminate Spirits.
With Martial Intent, even if Lian Yun truly lost all his spiritual power, he would still earn the respect of others.
"Come and fight!" A loud shout suddenly rang out. Everyone turned to see Lin Nan, his face filled with anger.
The crowd couldn't help but laugh at the situation; they understood his feelings all too well.
Among those present, only Lin Nan was of a similar age to Lian Yun. Their relationship was the closest, and Lin Nan admired Lian Yun greatly.
Now that Lian Yun's strength had grown so formidable, Lin Nan's desire to keep him by his side had reached a point of despair. This was his way of transforming 'hatred' into anger.
However, Lin Feiyu and the others also showed signs of eagerness.
Although all four Monarchs in their family possessed Martial Intent, their Martial Intent was so powerful that it left them feeling distant and unable to resist. But Lian Yun's Sword Intent was still in its early stages and not yet overwhelming, so they wanted to try their hand at battling him.
In truth, Lian Yun himself felt somewhat surprised. Although he knew he had cultivated Sword Intent, he thought it could only activate his long sword. He never expected it to reach a level where his intent could move with his heart.
In today's world, there are countless martial artists, yet only a few can achieve Martial Intent. Although Armed Ghost Hunters can utilize Spiritual Energy to perceive their surroundings more clearly, making it relatively easier to attain Martial Intent, the reality remains stark. Among the nearly a thousand Monarchs in the World Alliance, only half possess Martial Intent.
This illustrates that even among Monarchs, there is only a fifty percent chance of achieving such a feat. Now, Lian Yun, an ordinary martial artist and Ghost Hunter at the tender age of fifteen or sixteen, surprisingly possesses Martial Intent. This can only be described as extraordinary.
Though taken aback, Lian Yun was determined to give it a try.
Looking at the emptiness of his palm, Lian Yun smiled slightly and waved his hand, sending a blade of sword energy into the Sand Pit. Soon after, swords made of sand began to coalesce within the pit and charged toward Lin Nan. One after another, sand swords erupted from the ground, attacking Lin Feiyu and the others.
"Arrogant~~"
"Such audacity~~~"
"Cloud is reckless~~"
His cousins shouted in mock reprimand, their faces filled with smiles.
It should be noted that each of them was considered an elite among kings. Even if Lian Yun had not lost his spiritual power three years ago and had continued to grow since then, he would still not necessarily be a match for any of them.
Yet now, Lian Yun was challenging six of them at once—was this not arrogance or recklessness?
However, Lin Feiyu and the others understood that Lian Yun was intentionally trying to help them grasp the mysteries of Sword Intent by doing so.
Thus, they all drew their long swords and prepared to counter the sand swords formed from Sword Intent.
Perhaps it was due to the initial formation of the Sword Intent, which lacked both power and cohesion. All the sand swords shattered with a single strike, yet they seemed to possess an indestructible essence, reforming even as they were destroyed. They floated backward, turned, and even executed a sudden counterattack.
Just as Lin Feiyu and the others were caught in a dreamlike state, ready to engage in battle, a sharp reprimand broke through the air.
"Stop! Yuer, how can you be so reckless?"
The voice belonged to Lin Dong.
However, when Lin Feiyu and the others halted, they wore expressions of confusion.
It wasn't until they followed Lin Dong's gaze toward Lian Yun that their faces turned to one of shame and regret.
Although the fight had lasted only a short while, for Lian Yun, whose body was already drained, the consumption was immense. Especially when the sand swords were destroyed, it left him mentally wounded.
Thus, despite Lian Yun's calm expression, his face was pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead as his body trembled uncontrollably.
(End of Chapter)
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