Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

”Lin Chen, this time our Liang is determined to annihilate the Northern Border Demon Race. Whatever Han Kingdom decides to do, our Liang will accompany them to the end. The toughest days of the past three hundred years are over; even during the era of the Grand Ancestor Emperor, they never bowed down to Han Kingdom, and our generation certainly won’t either.”

Pei Qingming said this to Lin Chen, knowing that if the news of several countries sealing the borders got out, there would be quite a few forces within Liang that would act cynically, especially those with family in other countries. With the borders sealed this time, their members stuck abroad would surely feel uneasy.

Pei Qingming was well aware of his influence within Liang, especially on this generation of young martial artists, and Lin Chen, as the foremost genius of Liang’s new generation, his actions and words would impact the new generation of martial artists in Liang.

If the young, middle-aged, and older generations unite, no matter what schemes the Han Kingdom tries, it won’t affect Liang.

”Brother Pei, I understand, and I support the Imperial Court in doing this.”

Lin Chen nodded, expressing his stance. At present, the rare opportunity to destroy the Northern Border Demon Race must not be missed.

Even if Han Kingdom only applies pressure, even if they take action, Liang should not give up.

After all, Han Kingdom dares not act against Liang, as they are used to supporting other powers and manipulating the Nine Kingdoms from above. If they do take action, Liang might suffer defeat, but Han Kingdom would also suffer great losses.

Hearing Lin Chen’s stance, a smile appeared on Pei Qingming’s face.

Perhaps Lin Chen wasn’t even aware of the extent of his influence on Liang’s new generation of martial artists.

When he returned home, his nephew would often mention Lin Chen, and even Lin Chen’s ”Letter to the Junior Disciples of Jiangnan” had spread throughout Liang.

Every generation has its idol.

Lin Chen is the idol of Liang’s new generation of martial artists.

”The conversation’s not over yet, but the meal is ready. If you don’t eat, it will get cold.”

Dai Qingqing’s figure appeared at the foot of the hill, waving a scroll in her hand at the two figures standing on the slope.

The painting depicts a hillside, with two figures standing on it. Though their faces aren’t visible, their forms indicate that one is a youth and the other a young man.

In the distance, the sun stretched their shadows long.

Seeing Lin Chen’s gaze fixed on the painting, Dai Qingqing explained with a smile, ”I noticed you two engrossed in conversation and didn’t want to disturb, so I painted a picture of you.”

She had just intended to call them for a meal but was captivated by the scene of them chatting on the hillside, prompting her to create the painting.

One was the foremost genius among Liang’s young generation.

The other was the foremost genius among Liang’s new generation.

Their standing together symbolized a kind of legacy.

As a witness, she wanted to capture this scene through painting.

”Sister Qingqing’s painting skills are exquisite.”

”Your Sister Qingqing often enjoys studying painting. Her skills are among the best in all of Liang.”

Pei Qingming glanced at the painting and offered an explanation to Lin Chen.

”Brother Pei, you’re just flattering me. My painting skills are far from those of the masters.”

After lunch, Pei Qingming and Lin Chen returned to the hillside.

”I heard from Dean Hou that you’ve chosen a bow and arrows as your Spirit Soldier?”

”Yes.”

Lin Chen took out the Dragon Shadow Bow from his waist, and Pei Qingming glanced over it: ”Not bad, it’s a good bow.”

”Show me your archery skills.”

Hearing this, Lin Chen knew that Brother Pei was about to give him some guidance.

As the foremost genius in Liang’s martial path, Pei Qingming’s understanding of martial arts was perhaps not inferior to his own teacher, and like himself, he had long surpassed his peers. Even his teachers and the dean couldn’t accurately estimate his advancement in martial arts.

Instead, as someone who had been there before, Brother Pei could provide him with valuable experience.

”Brother Pei, please guide me.”

”Alright.”

Pei Qingming placed his hands behind his back, while Lin Chen concentrated intently, his Qi Blood surging like a volcano, and the Dragon Shadow Bow unfolded with a deep dragon roar from the bowstring.

The mere act of drawing the bow caused the dragon’s roar, something Lin Chen couldn’t achieve before.

Previously, only when he pulled the Dragon Shadow Bow to its limit did the dragon’s roar echo upon releasing the arrow.

The change in the Dragon Shadow Bow was due to the enhancement of his Qi Blood, which now contained the energy of the flood dragon, and the bow sensed more of this energy.

Meanwhile, within Lin Chen’s Dantian, the golden figure spun, transforming into three golden arrows on the bow.

The simultaneous release of three arrows was also something Lin Chen couldn’t previously do.

Even though his Martial Path Will had grown in Canglan Palace, controlling it involved manipulating the Divine Soul, and achieving the simultaneous release of three arrows was thanks to the profound techniques of the Thousand Mechanism Refining God Technique.

”Three arrows?”

Pei Qingming showed a hint of surprise as he saw Lin Chen nock three arrows at once.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

In the next moment, with a gentle release from Lin Chen’s fingers, the three arrows, encased in icy blue whirlpools, shot out, forming a triangular formation that sealed the area around Pei Qingming.

”Not bad.”

Pei Qingming muttered softly, and as the three arrows approached, he raised his right hand, pointing with a single finger.

With that single point, the three arrows dissipated into nothingness.

Witnessing this, Lin Chen’s pupils contracted, and he swiftly retreated, using the momentum to quickly draw the bowstring once more.

Swish, swish, swish!

Golden arrows rained down like a storm.

A series of twelve arrows were released in quick succession, after which Lin Chen lowered his bow.

With all his might, shooting twelve arrows in the blink of an eye was his limit.

Pei Qingming’s pupils slightly contracted. Being able to release twelve consecutive arrows was unexpected; the power of each was nearly at the eighth grade, and twelve in succession could injure even an unprepared Eighth-Grade Martial Artist.

At Lin Chen’s age, he did not possess such prowess.

Being surpassed by Lin Chen at the same age, Pei Qingming felt a sense of gratification.

Having such a rising genius is a blessing for Liang.

”Lin Chen, watch closely.”

Pei Qingming’s sword unsheathed, and though Lin Chen watched intently, he couldn’t catch Pei Qingming’s sword-drawing motion—all he saw was the sword light cutting through the air, and then calmness was restored.

The twelve arrows dissipated into nothingness.

”Forcing me to draw my sword—well done.”