How wonderful it would be to marry such a perfect husband.
Lin Haoran nodded slightly and removed his Golden Armor. Instantly, his white robe fluttered, and his long hair danced in the wind. He lost a bit of his martial prowess but gained the graceful elegance of a young master untainted by the mundane world. This sight made the young women in the hall blush with shyness.
In a flash, Lin Haoran moved as gracefully as a startled swan. Sword Qi swept through the grand hall, radiating brilliant light. Faint blue sword shadows darted around, gradually coalescing into a long dragon that danced and soared through the air in a dazzling display.
The crowd watched in awe, their hearts trembling. With such exquisite and pure Sword Techniques, and such sharp sword shadows, he truly lived up to his reputation as the white-robed Lin Haoran in Golden Armor. To grow from a Household Slave to this level in just two years proved he was an absolute peerless genius.
Lin Huang also looked up, watching Lin Haoran soar like an Immortal Crane. He thought solemnly, "The Sword Technique is exquisite, but it lacks a certain charm. Lin Haoran has been in the military for two years. No matter what, this sword strike should carry a hint of the dominance forged on the battlefield."
There was probably something fishy about his title of Little General.
ROAR!
A sharp sword hum suddenly echoed in the hall, sounding like the roar of an Azure Dragon. As Lin Haoran swung his longsword, sword shadows swirled around him. A tremendously sharp Sword Soul materialized behind his back, exuding a fierce aura. The bone-chilling Sword Intent made everyone’s hearts turn cold.
"The Dragon Sword Martial Soul!"
The crowd was stunned, their eyes glued to the Martial Soul behind Lin Haoran.
"It’s actually a Profound Tier Martial Soul!"
"The seventh Profound Tier Martial Soul in the Great Xia Dynasty over the past hundred years."
"With such talent, he can rival Crown Prince Lingyun."
"This child is definitely not one to remain in a small pond. Given the right opportunity, he will transform into a true dragon!"
On the Azure Sky Continent, the strength of a Martial Soul was strictly categorized. From lowest to highest, they were the Yellow Tier, Profound Tier, and Earth Tier. Each tier was further divided into three grades: Lower, Middle, and Upper.
The gap in power between Martial Souls was immense. A single tier difference was like an uncrossable chasm. The most common was the Yellow Tier Martial Soul. Even someone like Lin Beichen in the grand hall only possessed an Upper Grade of Yellow Tier Martial Soul. The Dragon Sword Martial Soul, however, was in the Profound Tier—a whole level higher than a Yellow Tier Martial Soul.
Among the hundreds of millions of Martial Artists on the continent, ninety-nine percent had Yellow Tier Martial Souls. Anyone capable of summoning a Profound Tier Martial Soul was considered an outstanding hero.
Even Lin Beichen was deeply shaken upon seeing the Dragon Sword Martial Soul. There were only three factors that influenced a Martial Artist’s strength on the continent: Realm, Martial Soul, and Martial Technique!
At his age, Lin Haoran was already at the Human Element Seventh Heaven. With a Profound Tier Martial Soul by his side and the Martial Techniques of the Divine General’s Mansion, few among the younger generation could likely match his strength.
Lin Huang looked at Lin Haoran calmly. He naturally knew how rare a Profound Tier Martial Soul was. Possessing one was a sign of true, undeniable talent.
"I wonder what Martial Soul I will summon," Lin Huang thought nervously. In his previous life, when he awakened at the age of twenty, the Blade Mountain Martial Soul he summoned was only at the Middle Grade of Yellow Tier.
Among the myriad of Martial Souls, Yellow Tier ones were considered bottom of the barrel. In contrast, Profound Tier Martial Souls were already incredibly precious. Although Earth-Tier Martial Souls existed above the Profound Tier, those who could summon them were true geniuses. Most of them possessed hereditary bloodlines passed down through their families. As long as these people lived for a century without dying prematurely, they were bound to become mighty experts!
Just imagine: if a Martial Artist obtained the Longevity Martial Soul, they would have a limitless lifespan. With the Phoenix Martial Soul, they could achieve Nirvana Rebirth. With the Taotie Martial Soul, they could devour the heavens and the earth.
Since he had been reborn, Lin Huang naturally hoped to obtain a powerful Martial Soul. He did not hold out unrealistic hopes for an Earth-Tier Martial Soul, but he still deeply yearned for a Profound Tier one.
Back in the grand hall, Lin Haoran sheathed his longsword to a round of applause and praise from the crowd. His gaze swept across the room before inconspicuously glancing at Lin Huang. A warm smile appeared on his face as if he were simply acknowledging the applause.
But Lin Huang knew better. Lin Haoran was silently mocking him and showing off.
"Mansion Master, I have something to say!"
Before Lin Haoran could even sit down, an old man wearing pitch-black armor suddenly stood up and looked at Lin Beichen.
"Feel free to speak your mind, Lu Hexi!" Lin Beichen smiled. Lu Hexi was the Northern General, a man who had followed him into battle across the land for seventeen years. He had an outstanding military record and had even saved Lin Beichen’s life in the past.
"For the sake of the Divine General’s Mansion, I ask the Mansion Master to appoint Haoran as the new Young Master!"
Before Lu Hexi even finished speaking, the crowd in the grand hall was immediately thrown into shock.
Lin Beichen’s smile froze. His old eyes stared intently at Lu Hexi, and he crushed the wine cup in his hand to pieces. It felt as if a knife had been viciously slashed across his heart. He thought to himself, "Has the Divine General’s Mansion finally reached this point?"
In the hall, Lin Huang clenched his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His heart was exceptionally cold as he thought, "Has the usurpation of the title finally begun? The path to the destruction of the Divine General’s Mansion must have started on this very day!"
Before Lin Beichen could reply, Lin Haoran quickly spoke up to refuse. "Mansion Master, Elder General Lu, I am lacking in talent and learning. I am proficient in neither Martial Arts nor military strategy. Elder General Lu’s words are truly too much for me to bear. I know I cannot shoulder the burden of the Divine General’s Mansion. Furthermore, I believe the current Young Master will recover one day!"
Lin Beichen remained silent. He looked up at the various generals in the hall and asked, "What do all of you think?"
"For the century-long legacy of our Divine General’s Mansion, we beseech the Mansion Master to appoint Little General Haoran as the Young Master!"
Half of the Military Generals in the hall stood up and spoke in unison. As if purely for the future of the Divine General’s Mansion, they were dead set on changing the Young Master. Everything they did was framed as being for the greater good!
"This is absolutely absurd!" A middle-aged general suddenly stood up and angrily rebuked, "The Mansion Master is still alive and well, and the Young Master might not be beyond recovery! You all support Lin Haoran so fervently—are you trying to rebel? I, Zhao Changfeng, am the first to oppose today’s matter!"