11: This fighting skill is so difficult. I have been learning it for several days.

On the training ground, the dust settled.

Long Ao lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. The phrase, “So you’ve already tried your best,” echoed in his mind like a demonic sound, shattering his pride and confidence as an S-rank Genius.

Lin Tian looked at his dejected appearance, his Heart-Nature undisturbed. He walked forward, looking down at the former number three heir, and said in a calm, emotionless tone:

“Control your people. I don’t want a next time.”

This statement was both a warning and the final judgment for today's events.

Long Ao jolted back to his senses, quickly struggled to his feet, and bowed deeply to Lin Tian, his posture extremely humble: “Yes! Long Ao… will remember Your Excellency’s teachings!”

He knew that from today onwards, the sky for the younger generation of the Long Family had completely changed.

Lin Tian nodded slightly, no longer paying attention to him, turned, and walked into the villa with Long Ling'er.

Long Ao looked at that small figure, as if granted a great pardon, and left in a sorry state with a group of equally silent subordinates, returning to Hidden Dragon Abyss. The first thing Long Ao did was issue a cold command.

“Expel Long Xiaoqian from the Long Family!”

He knew very well that this foolish woman was a ticking time bomb. To completely show his loyalty to Lin Tian and to eliminate future troubles, she had to be completely removed.

Soon, Long Xiaoqian, whose Cultivation had been crippled and who had been expelled from the Family, was thrown out of the gates of the Long Family Manor by guards, like a stray dog.

She lay on the cold ground, looking back with venom at the magnificent Manor that had once been a paradise for her but now cast her aside like a worn-out shoe, her eyes filled with deep hatred.

“Lin Tian… Long Ao… Long Ling'er…”

She gritted her teeth, muttering these names, her fingernails digging deep into the flesh of her palms.

“You used your status to oppress me and destroy everything I had! I won’t let this go!”

She knew that with her own abilities, let alone in this life, even if she underwent Reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, it would be impossible for her to get revenge on Lin Tian.

The only way was to use someone else to kill!

A crazy thought sprouted in her mind.

She struggled to her feet, stumbling and disappearing into the night. Then, in a hidden corner, she logged into the underground network—the Dark Web—a network that all forces worldwide feared, through an encrypted personal terminal.

With trembling hands, she posted an anonymous piece of intelligence and directed its sale to the top hostile force on the North American continent, which had a blood feud with the Huaxia Long Family.

—The “Holy Mountain” Organization.

[Intelligence Content: Huaxia Long Family ‘number zero heir’ Lin Tian, five years old, suspected of Awakening SSS-rank Mythical Genes. Once punched and destroyed a ‘tyrant v model’ combat power tester, breaking the ‘gaia record’. According to reliable sources, this person will participate in the ‘Global Youth Martial Arts Tournament’ seven years from now.]

[Additional Information: This person has an overbearing and vindictive personality. If he grows up, he will definitely become a major threat to your organization. The Martial Arts Tournament is the best opportunity to nip him in the bud.]

After doing all this, Long Xiaoqian let out a morbid laugh, then completely disappeared into the darkness.

She didn't know what kind of terrifying bloody storm her forgotten, insignificant ant-like, desperate counterattack before her death would stir up for the world seven years later… Lin Tian, of course, was completely unaware of all this.

In his eyes, a character like Long Xiaoqian didn't even qualify for him to remember her name.

At this moment, he was in the study of Dragon Perch Residence, seeking advice from his grandfather, Long Zhanye.

“What? You want to learn S-rank combat skills?” Long Zhanye’s white eyebrows furrowed into a knot. “Nonsense! You’ve just Broken through to Martial Artist, your Foundation is unstable, and it’s time to build your Foundation. Why learn combat skills? Isn't that too ambitious!”

In his opinion, although his grandson had Heaven-Defying talent, his Heart-Nature was still a bit too impatient.

“Grandpa, I just feel that my fighting style relies too much on Cultivation Technique and brute force, and my techniques are too singular,” Lin Tian explained. “Just let me try. If it takes too much time, I promise to give up immediately and focus on refining my Foundation.”

In the end, Long Zhanye couldn't argue with him and could only sigh helplessly.

However, a small thought of “dampening his spirit” stirred in his heart.

He took out a memory crystal, shimmering with silver light and containing Cultivation Technique information, from his storage ring and handed it to Lin Tian.

“Alright, since you insist, try this one.”

A sly smile, like that of an old fox, appeared at the corner of Long Zhanye’s mouth.

“This is an S-rank combat skill—Myriad Weapons Returning to the Stream. It doesn’t teach you how to use a specific weapon, but rather how to simulate and condense your own Qi and blood energy into any form of weapon. Swords, spears, blades, halberds, axes, yue, hooks, forks—all can move as you wish. This method is extremely powerful, but it also demands an insane level of energy control. It is known as one of the most difficult Cultivation Techniques among the tens of thousands of combat skills in my Long Family.”

He patted Lin Tian’s shoulder and said earnestly: “Back then, I also spent a full year just to barely get started. You can learn slowly, no rush, just consider it a way to temper your Heart-Nature.”

“Okay, then I’ll learn this,” Lin Tian took the crystal, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Long Zhanye chuckled, thinking proudly: “Little fellow, you’re still too green to contend with Grandpa. Once this combat skill torments you for ten days to half a month, you’ll naturally know the consequences of being too ambitious.”

He anticipated that Lin Tian would soon retreat in the face of difficulty.

However, reality is always more subversive than imagination.

Just a few days later.

Long Zhanye, feeling a bit uneasy, came to Lin Tian’s exclusive training ground, wanting to see how dejected he was, and prepared some words of comfort.

But as soon as he stepped into the training ground, he was stunned by the scene before him.

In the center of the training ground, golden Qi and blood energy swept like a storm!

A domineering golden long saber condensed out of thin air, sweeping across, leaving a deep saber mark on the alloy wall!

The long saber dispersed, and a sharp golden long spear formed, the spear moving like a Dragon, shaking out seven or eight spear flowers in the air, each containing terrifying penetrating power!

Immediately after, the long spear transformed into a heavy golden giant axe, cleaving down, bringing with it a dull sonic boom!

Saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, yue, hook, fork… myriad divine weapons, evolving at will, used with ease, their proficiency had long far exceeded the scope of “getting started”!

Just then, Lin Tian also saw his dumbfounded grandfather at the doorway. He dispersed his energy, stopped practicing, and scratched his head in some distress. He walked over, complaining with a “disappointed” look:

“Grandpa, this Myriad Weapons Returning to the Stream is too difficult.”

“I… I spent several days just to barely learn how to use it.”

“Cough… cough, cough, cough!”

Long Zhanye heard this and almost had a heart attack on the spot, unable to catch his breath.

Several days… just barely learned?

And he still thinks it’s difficult?!

Did this old man’s entire year of Cultivation go to waste on a dog?!

“Grandpa? What’s wrong? Why is your face so red?” Lin Tian asked with concern.

“N-nothing!” Long Zhanye’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, feeling his Dao Heart teetering on the brink of shattering. He abruptly waved his hand, turned, and walked away, his back looking incredibly flustered.

“If you want to learn anything in the future, go to the Scripture Pavilion yourself! Don’t ask me! I… I need some peace and quiet!”

If he stayed any longer, he feared his Dao Heart would truly collapse!

Lin Tian looked at his grandfather’s “fleeing in disarray” back, utterly bewildered… After Long Zhanye fell into “self-isolation,” time, like a white steed, flew by rapidly.

[Five Years Later]

Inside Dragon Perch Residence, a thirteen-year-old Young Lord sat cross-legged by the spirit pool.

His figure was already tall and slender, his ink-black hair loosely draped, and his features were as beautiful as a god’s most perfect masterpiece. Just sitting there quietly, he exuded an ethereal, profound, and unfathomable aura.

He was the thirteen-year-old Lin Tian.

In these five years, he had signed in without fail and Cultivated diligently, his strength having already Broken through to a Realm unimaginable to ordinary people—Martial King Rank!

Just then, light footsteps approached.

Long Ling'er, who had grown into a graceful and peerless beauty, hurried in. She looked at an encrypted message she had just received on her personal terminal, and a rare trace of solemnity and urgency appeared on her perpetually icy face.

She walked up to Lin Tian, bowed, and reported in a deep voice:

“Young Lord…”