What effect did suppressing a Manifestation have?
Lin Ke had not known before, but now, after Wang Lin's explanation, he understood.
Suppressing a Manifestation was like cutting it off at the waist.
It was not shelving it, nor was it letting it accumulate.
It was erasure.
As Lin Ke understood it, converting it into wages made things perfectly clear.
Heaven and earth had originally intended to reward you with ten thousand in wages, but halfway through the payment, someone had returned the rest.
What would you call that?
Was it fear that "the tallest tree in the forest draws the wind"? Or fear that "your edge shone too brightly"? Or perhaps a desire to let you build up your reserves?
None of those. They simply did not want to see you receive it.
That was exactly what had happened to Lin Ke.
His dear father had directly erased his "five thousand," just as surely as if he had burned it.
"Ten thousand" had become "five thousand"!
In other words, a poem whose resonance might originally have carried ten thousand li could now reach five thousand li at most.
In his previous life, this would have warranted labor arbitration.
And now?
A poetic Manifestation was far harder to come by than "ten thousand"!
Of course, not just anyone could intercept a poetic Manifestation.
But whoever intercepted one, it meant a feud that would not end until one side was dead!
"My dear old dad..." Lin Ke looked into the distance, unsure why Lord Lin, Lin Xuanji, hated "Lin Ke" so much.
But he knew that the last traces of his belief from his previous life that "all parents love their children" had been worn away completely.
Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs, yet a vicious human would kill