Taking Di Lin and Sterling as Adopted Sons, Guidance!

Imperial Capital, Dijiang's Commander's Residence.

At this moment, Dijiang was laughing heartily, for his wife had given birth to a son.

He named his son Di Lin, hoping he would flourish like a forest and bring glory to the family.

"Report, Patriarch, someone is requesting an audience outside the residence!"

Just as Dijiang was about to hold his son, a guard entered from outside to report.

"Oh? Could it be my old friend Simo?"

Dijiang hurried to the front reception hall, where he saw a man exuding nobility sitting on the sofa.

"Isn't this the man from in front of Snow Moon Tower?"

Dijiang had seen this man with his own eyes and had watched him be personally received by Snow Moon Tower's manager.

His status was certainly extremely high. What was he doing at his residence?

"Ah, sir, may I ask what brings you to my humble residence?"

Dijiang could not discern his purpose.

But given this man's status, his clan could not afford to offend him.

Lin Junyu rose to his feet and spoke with a smile.

"Hahaha, Commander Dijiang is one of the foremost generals of this age."

"I had long heard of your heroic feat of defeating the Flowing Wind Clan's army of one hundred thousand with only fifty thousand troops."

"I have admired you greatly ever since. Now that I have come to the capital, I finally had the chance to visit you!"

"By coincidence, I heard there was a happy occasion in your household, so I came to offer my congratulations as well."

"This is my congratulatory gift. Please do not refuse it!"

Lin Junyu picked up a long box from the sofa and handed it over.

"This is?"

Dijiang opened the box and discovered a completely blood-red longsword lying within.

Having fought on battlefields for years, he recognized at a glance that it was a peerless sword.

It could cut through iron like mud and sever hair with a single breath; its blade radiated chilling sharpness.

"What a fine sword!"

"May I ask what this sword is called?"

This sword was undoubtedly a rare treasure unmatched in the world.

It could even serve as a hereditary weapon for his clan.

Yet this man had casually given it away.

His identity was surely even more formidable than Dijiang had imagined.

"The Shura Sword!"

Lin Junyu had spent 300,000 life points to exchange for this peerless divine weapon from the system shop.

This sword was not as simple as its appearance suggested.

[Shura Sword: Forged from unique and rare materials, its entire body is blood-red. It can autonomously absorb blood energy to strengthen the sword body and sword aura, while allowing its wielder to enter the Slaughtering Shura state.]

[The wielder will enter the Slaughtering Shura state, autonomously absorbing blood energy to continuously grow stronger, with an endless supply of strength.]

[However, the sword wielder will also become violent and bloodthirsty, requiring unwavering willpower.]

It could be said to be a peerless demonic sword.

"A fine name. It truly suits the name Shura!"

"I thank you for this gift, sir. May I ask if there is anything I can do for you?"

Dijiang knew that this treasure would not be given to him for no reason. This lord must have some matter that required his help.

Lin Junyu liked speaking with smart people like this.

"I do indeed have one request. I wish to take Commander Dijiang's newborn son as my adopted son!"

Lin Junyu stated his purpose directly.

"Ah? This?"

Dijiang was clearly shocked by Lin Junyu's words.

He had considered many things this lord might ask of him.

But he had never imagined that the man wanted to become his child's father.

From the perspective of benefits and the clan, this was a very worthwhile deal.

But why did he feel so strangely conflicted inside?

"I can teach him many skills. There's so much I know."

"Whether it's troop deployment, military strategy, or governing affairs, I can teach it all."

"My martial arts are formidable too. I have many self-created secret manuals, and I can pass them all on to him."

"Look, these are some of the cultivation manuals I created."

Lin Junyu pulled several cultivation manuals he had created from his pocket and showed them to Dijiang.

When Dijiang saw the names of those techniques, his vision nearly went black.

Miserable Solitude Art

Love-Hate Narcissism Art

Supreme Eight Wastelands Overlord Art

Were these even serious cultivation techniques?

"Oh, wrong ones, wrong ones. These are the right ones."

Lin Junyu hurriedly put away the three manuals in his hand and replaced them with three others.

This time, the manuals were much more normal.

Shura Purgatory Art

Eight Trigrams Roaming Step

Nineteen Bloodweeping Swords

"May I take a look?"

Just to be safe, Dijiang still intended to examine them himself.

"Of course. Go ahead!"

Dijiang carefully studied the three manuals and found that their contents were indeed profound and exquisite.

They were even more formidable than his family's inherited cultivation manuals.

Dijiang weighed the pros and cons and realized that having his son acknowledge him as his godfather did not seem bad at all.

The other man's identity and strength were mysterious, but undoubtedly extraordinary.

If his child could establish such a connection, it would greatly benefit his future development.

"Then my son will be in your care, my lord!"

"Hahaha, don't mention it, don't mention it."

Lin Junyu was delighted. It had been a long time since he had felt this happy.

Afterward, the two went to the rear courtyard to see the newborn Di Lin.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

When the maids saw their patriarch arrive, they greeted him one after another.

"How is Madam?"

Dijiang took the well-fed, sleeping child from a maid's arms.

"After giving birth, Madam personally soothed the child to sleep. She was exhausted as well and has now fallen asleep."

"Good. Let Madam rest properly. I'll just take a look at the child before leaving."

After the two glanced at the sleeping Di Lin, they left.

"Brother Lin, where are you staying in the imperial capital?"

Lin Junyu and Dijiang strolled through the garden as they chatted, and Dijiang asked where Lin Junyu lived.

"I'm staying at Snow Moon Tower!"

Lin Junyu did not hide it.

Upon hearing Lin Junyu's answer, Dijiang sucked in a sharp breath.

"But it isn't peaceful enough to stay there all the time. Brother Dijiang, do you have any good places to recommend?"

Snow Moon Tower was nice, but Lin Junyu still wanted to find somewhere quieter, where he could properly conduct research and train his spiritual energy.

"There's an unoccupied manor next to my residence. It's a little small, but if you don't mind, you can stay there!"

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Brother Dijiang!"

Lin Junyu gladly accepted the manor key Dijiang handed him.

After they chatted for a while longer, Dijiang went off to handle the family's military affairs.

Lin Junyu then headed straight for the place where he would be staying from now on.

The manor had an excellent environment, with a garden in the courtyard and a fountain pool.

The residence itself was a luxurious three-story villa.

Lin Junyu was very satisfied and secluded himself there for research.

It was far more comfortable than that cabin in the mountains.

Lying on the large, wonderfully springy bed, Lin Junyu was so comfortable he nearly cried out.

He had truly had enough of those hard days in the past. From now on, he had to enjoy himself properly.

Over the following year, Lin Junyu found time to visit Simo's home with Dijiang.

There, he met the newborn Sterling and immediately took him in as his godson.

Dijiang was no longer surprised. He had come to understand that this lord had a strange habit of taking godsons.

Over the next few years, Lin Junyu watched his two godsons gradually grow up while continuing his own research.

When Di Lin turned six, Lin Junyu began teaching him all sorts of things.

Because his father was busy with military affairs and away from home year-round, the young Di Lin often stayed at Lin Junyu's estate.

Later, Sterling was brought over to study with him as well.

The two children had been very close since they were young.

Their greatest pleasure was conducting all manner of imaginary military confrontations on the sand table Lin Junyu had made.

After that came all kinds of sparring matches.

Sterling was skilled with the spear, so Lin Junyu taught him the Formation-Breaking Dragon Spear.

Di Lin was skilled with the sword, so Lin Junyu taught him the Shura Annihilation Sword.

Lin Junyu taught them for several more years, until the year 766.

Following the wishes of their biological fathers, Lin Junyu sent them to the talent reserve camp established by Zichuan Yuanxing, the head of the Zichuan Clan, in preparation for building the Far East Military Academy.

On the day of parting, the two boys, aged eleven and twelve, clung to Lin Junyu and burst into tears.

They reminded Lin Junyu of elementary school children being sent off to school.

"Di Lin, you're the older brother. You're older and more sensible, so remember to take good care of your second brother in the camp!"

Twelve-year-old Di Lin wiped away his tears and solemnly nodded.

"Sterling, once you're in the camp, listen to your elder brother. Stop fooling around and causing trouble!"

Lin Junyu looked sternly at Sterling. He was the most mischievous of the two.

His temperament was far too restless; he definitely would not be the steady sort in the future.

"Yes, Godfather!"

Eleven-year-old Sterling committed Lin Junyu's words firmly to memory.

Then, the two of them entered the Far East Military Academy's military talent reserve camp, guarded by soldiers, turning back with every step.

They would complete several years of study there before entering the Far East Military Academy for further training. Once they graduated, they would become officers of the Zichuan Clan.

After seeing them enter, Lin Junyu turned and left.

He still had one major matter to attend to.

If he remembered correctly, Zichuan Xiu would arrive in the imperial capital this year.