Chapter 522: Chapter 511: The Sword Cultivator Father
Lin Shen was not unaware of the news of the palace’s appearance, nor was he ignorant of the fact that there must be a treasure inside, but he had an intuition that the best item was not within the palace.
His intuition was explained after he saw Ye Sheng and his group, as well as the little bamboo house.
Yu Yang Immortal, watching anxiously from mid-air, was all too familiar with the oddities about Lin Shen. He knew all too well how domineering a Child of Destiny, favored by the Heavenly Dao, could be.
Because there was also such a person during his era, seemingly unstoppable; anything he desired, he got. That feeling of helplessness still haunted him even after becoming an Immortal. However, luckily for him, Heavenly Dao is fair. The Child of Destiny of his time, though glorious throughout his life, died under the Divine Tribulation in the end.
However, this Lin Shen seemed somewhat different from the Child of Destiny of his era; his Luck appeared to be much weaker. What was going on?
Yu Yang could only hate that he awoke too late, so much so that his Divine Sense was nearly dissipated, unable to offer help to Ye Sheng, nor could he resist the Heavenly Dao.
It was indeed laughable; it was his space, his inheritance, and yet he himself had no control over it—how ironic!
"Ye Sheng." Just as Ye Sheng was about to push open the door of the bamboo house, the voice of Lin Shen came from behind.
"Lin," Ye Sheng said, looking at Lin Shen calmly, but Zhan Xiaofu and Wang Ting became guarded.
"Lin, this bamboo house was first discovered by Ye Qiu. How about we all wait here?" Zhan Xiaofu giggled as he stared with his round eyes.
"Impossible." Lin Shen’s attitude was very firm; he even took out his long spear.
Wang Ting and Zhan Xiaofu also took out their weapons and fully prepared for defense.
At this point, Ye Sheng spoke up: "Lin, this bamboo house is fated to be mine. How about this? If you give up, I can compensate you with something else."
"Fated?" Lin Shen sneered, "I could also claim the bamboo house is fated for me. Why doesn’t Brother Ye Sheng wait outside while I go in?"
"You... We were here first; we are all from the same sect. Lin, why must you be so stubborn?" Wang Ting’s tone was heavy.
Lin Shen’s expression was even uglier than hers, even emitting a murderous aura: "Fellow sect members? Shouldn’t the senior brothers and sisters give in to me then?"
"You are being unreasonable; it was clearly us who discovered the bamboo house first." Zhan Xiaofu said discontentedly.
Lin Shen scoffed, "Then let the capable claim it."
"Lin, don’t be rash. There are three of us and only one of you. Are you sure you can beat us?" Wang Ting was still trying to persuade.
Lin Shen was unyielding: "Whether I can beat you or not, we’ll have to fight to find out."
Lin Shen launched the attack first, and Wang Ting along with Zhan Xiaofu no longer held back, but compared to Lin Shen’s ruthless fighting style, Wang Ting and Zhan Xiaofu still held back somewhat.
"Senior brothers and sister, step back. This is between me and Lin," Ye Sheng intervened between the three, drawing his sword.
Long spear versus sword—the most eye-catching talents of the Tianyan Sect finally brought about a duel after five years, but this time, the only audience were Wang Ting and Zhan Xiaofu.
Lin Shen showed no mercy; he perceived Ye Sheng as an obstacle on his path of Cultivation. After ten years of Cultivation, Ye Sheng was the only one who had ever made him experience setback. He felt that only by crushing this setback permanently could he be exhilarated and return to the smooth sailing he had known before.
After realizing Lin Shen’s moves were getting increasingly vicious, Ye Sheng no longer held back, resorting to using the talismans from his storage bag, since his attacking power was not as strong as Lin Shen’s.
"Who would have thought the son of the esteemed Sword Master would use talismans and Magic Artifacts in battle?" Unable to defeat Ye Sheng after a long battle, Lin Shen mocked him.
If Ye Sheng still did not realize Lin Shen’s animosity towards him, then he must be truly naive.
But did Lin Shen really think such a comment would disturb his state of mind? That was seriously underestimating Ye Sheng.
"Junior Brother Lin Shen, although I am my Father’s son, I am not a Sword Cultivator, am I? I find that my skills with the sword are already very satisfying," Ye Qiu could be said to have spoken with a smile.
He continued to add: "Moreover, we are currently competing for this bamboo house. How could I not show some real capability to do justice to the owner of this bamboo house? So, Junior Brother Lin Shen, show all the cards you have, or don’t blame me, your Senior Brother, for not showing mercy."
In mid-air, Yu Yang Immortal secretly nodded in approval. Indeed, this disciple he had taken notice of was kind-hearted yet never retreated, acted with method and had bottom lines—unlike that Lin Shen, despite being the Child of Destiny, his actions were too ruthless and absolute.
"You want to see my trump card? We’ll see if you have what it takes." As he spoke, Lin Shen revealed his true nature and his ruthlessness, hurling a handful of Heavenly Thunder Pearls powerful enough to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator at Ye Sheng.
After a deafening series of explosions, amidst Zhan Xiaofu and Wang Ting’s worries, Ye Sheng walked out, covered in dirt and debris.
Ye Sheng was greatly relieved; thankfully, he had listened to his father and worn two layers of protective Vestment robes and had promptly thrown out the defensive formation.
"Little Blue, Little Hai." Ye Sheng wouldn’t hold back any longer. After all, Little Blue and Little Hai were his contracted spiritual beasts. There was nothing shameful about fighting together with them. The fact that he did not involve his Senior Brother and Senior Sister in the battle was already his final act of kindness.
Ye Sheng, along with the two merfolk, launched an offensive, and Lin Shen, caught by surprise, was somewhat flustered.
Wang Ting and Zhan Xiaofu retreated even further, their hearts thumping in fear. They exchanged glances, wondering if this was really a clash at the Early-stage Foundation Establishment level. How could it be that they felt less capable, even at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment phase?
"Ye Sheng, you’ve provoked me," Lin Shen’s cheek was slashed by an attack from the two merfolk, leaving a bloody mark.
"Today, you will witness the power of a Five Spirit Roots Cultivator."
As he spoke, he put away his spear, and in the midst of dodging, his hands gathered two bands of multicolored light. Ye Sheng sensed danger.
"Retreat!" He urgently summoned back Little Blue and Little Hai.
"Senior Brother Ye Sheng, you suppressed me for a whole decade; it’s time to end this," Lin Shen said, looking at Ye Sheng as if he were a dead man.
"Is that so?" Ye Sheng’s face was serious, his expression a striking resemblance to his father, Ye Qiu.
"Junior Brother Lin Shen, today your Senior Brother will teach you a lesson: never speak in absolutes."
Just as he finished speaking, a wisp of Dark Blue Ice Flame appeared in front of him. As soon as the flame burst into existence, the air around it chilled significantly.
Master Yu Yang, watching from above, was startled and looked at his admitted disciple with surprise. He hadn’t expected his disciple to have this Strange Fire. How wonderful!
Lin Shen felt the danger but had no room to retreat, and he pushed the multicolored orbs of light he had created.
Ye Sheng’s face was pale, and it was visible that summoning the Dark Blue Ice Flame took a great toll on him and caused significant damage, but he could not let his father’s expectations down. Since the bamboo house had led him here, he must claim it.