"Little Linzi, Chi Li and I will head out first. The family's honor is in your hands to defend.
Don't worry, we'll be cheering you on from below.
Keep your spirits up—don't disgrace us. The victory banquet has already been prepared for you. This battle permits victory only, not defeat." Song Youfu placed both hands on Song Youlin's shoulders and spoke with righteous solemnity.
Chi Li was equally generous in sharing his experience from exchanging blows. "His sword isn't as fast as Mei Changfeng of Heartbreak Valley, but his attacks are vicious, every strike aimed straight at vital points. His movement technique is also quite impressive.
"If you want to defeat him, you must force him to his limit from the very beginning. His sword is too swift and fierce; prolonged extreme pressure will make it difficult for his dharma power to hold out.
"My cultivation is insufficient, so I can't achieve that—but you definitely can."
Song Youlin listened quietly without responding. Only the aura around him grew increasingly restrained.
There was pressure, after all. From the day he had been born, countless clansmen had regarded him as the pillar upon which the family's rise would rest.
Before Song Xianyun died, he had personally named him "Youlin," meaning the Qilin Child who would shelter the Song Clan.
To avoid disappointing his clansmen's expectations, he had cultivated bitterly all these years. Every step he took was incomparably steady, striving for perfection.
Whether facing battle or governing the clan, he had never made a mistake. Only that sharp edge awaited by countless clansmen had been missing from him.
Later, even more geniuses had emerged among the younger generation of the clan, including an unparalleled monster like Song Xingyuan, born carrying the clan's fortune.
Before him, even a Heavenly Spiritual Root appeared utterly