Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 506 The Development of the Lin Family

"Why is this power of heaven and earth so difficult to control..." Xu Tian frowned, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, dripping onto the secret book and soaking the ancient text. His hands trembled slightly, and the inner Qi in his body clashed violently with the power of heaven and earth he was trying to absorb, as if two mortal enemies were fighting a desperate battle within his meridians. Each impact of the force caused unbearable pain in his meridians, as if it were to be torn apart, but he gritted his teeth and never flinched.

As the seasons changed, Xu Tian continued to explore and experiment. He adjusted his breathing, attempting to establish a subtle connection with the power of heaven and earth. He delved deeply into every detail of the secret manual, searching for the secret to integrating it with the Nine Yang Swallowing Origin within his body.

Finally, at a crucial moment of breakthrough, he succeeded! In that moment, he felt the once uncontrollable power, like a tamed beast, flowing gently under his control. He felt as if he had become one with the universe, and the power within him surged like a raging river, flowing endlessly. His strength steadily increased to the mid-stage Grandmaster realm, becoming an irreplaceable pillar of the Xuanying Empire's army.

"General, your strength has improved again! With you here, we will definitely defeat the Xuanling Empire!" A deputy general said with admiration on his face, his eyes flashing with worship, and his eyes looking at Xu Tian were full of trust and expectation, as if he was the light of hope for victory in this war.

Xu Tian smiled slightly, looked into the distance, and said softly: "All this is thanks to Lin Feng... If it weren't for him, I would have been buried in the Divine Palace long ago, and there would be no today." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, which was a deep longing for Lin Feng, and also a remembrance of the years of life and death together.

As Xu Tian's power grew, the situation in the Xuanying Empire turned around. Two cities once occupied by the Xuanling Empire were swiftly recaptured under Xu Tian's command. On the battlefield, Xu Tian led the charge, his figure moving like a ghost through the enemy lines, his spear wielding with a flash of cold light, his enemies falling wherever he went. His gaze was firm and sharp, and each strike carried deadly force, as if declaring to the enemy: This land must be returned to you!

"For the sake of unification! Kill!" Xu Tian's roar echoed across the battlefield, like a resounding bell, stirring the hearts of every Xuanying Empire soldier. Their morale surged, and they charged the enemy like tigers, channeling their pent-up anger and hatred into fighting force. Their eyes burned with fire, their hearts brimming with the desire for victory. Led by Xu Tian, ​​they charged forward fearlessly, undeterred by life or death.

During breaks in battle, Xu Tian would always come alone to the small hillside behind the tent, pull out the Mystical Spirit Secret Book from his bosom, and gently stroke it. Lin Feng's resolute face seemed to resurface before his eyes, and he remembered the days when they fought side by side in the Divine Mansion, and the resolute look in Lin Feng's eyes when he blew himself up.

"Lin Feng, don't worry, I will carry out your hopes and complete the unification of Xingxuan Continent." Xu Tian murmured to the sky, tears welling up in his eyes.

In Muyang Town, the sun shone warmly, and a gentle breeze caressed the flowers and plants in the Lin family's courtyard, rustling the branches and leaves, whispering the story of the passing years. Chen Xin'er, a gentle smile on her face, steadily pushed the wheelchair in which sat Lin Feng's father, Lin Dingkun. This wheelchair, handcrafted by Lin Feng himself, carried a legacy of memories. Lin Feng's mother, Liu Wenjing, followed quietly beside them, her gaze fixed on Chen Xin'er, a complex mix of gratitude and heartache.

Lin Dingkun sat in a wheelchair. Though middle-aged, his hair was already white, each strand etched with longing for Lin Feng. He tilted his head slightly upward, gazing at the azure sky, as if he could discern his son's shadow through the cracks in the clouds. After a moment, he sighed softly, breaking the silence. "Xin'er, you haven't married Lin Feng yet. It's best to find a good family." His voice was hoarse, filled with endless helplessness and concern.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiner paused her movements, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She stopped, turned around and squatted, looking into Lin Dingkun's eyes, and said seriously: "Father, six years ago, the emperor issued an order for me to marry Lin Feng. Since then, I have been Lin Feng's person." After that, she gently held Lin Dingkun's hand, conveying warmth and strength.

Liu Wenjing walked forward and gently touched Chen Xiner's hair. Her movements were gentle, but tears welled up in her eyes: "Xiner, you are still young. There is really no need to waste your youth here."

Chen Xiner shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. That smile revealed a maturity and determination beyond her years. "Father, Mother, please stop trying to persuade me. I've made up my mind."

Lin Dingkun and Liu Wenjing looked at each other, their eyes full of self-blame. They felt that it was their family's experience that made Chen Xiner bear too much. Since then, they have always been cautious when treating Chen Xiner, fearing that she would suffer any grievances.

The Lin family is now renowned throughout Muyang Town. Ever since Chen Xin'er arrived, bringing with her new ideas and technologies, a revolution has quietly begun. Influenced by Lin Feng's legacy, the Lin family has taken the lead in the age of electronics. At nightfall, Muyang Town lights up brightly, with every household equipped with electric lights. The twinkling lights cast a galaxy-like glow across the world.

In the Lin family's courtyard, a group often gathered, enthusiastically discussing the potential uses of electrical appliances. Some gestured, proposing the use of electricity to power textile looms and improve weaving efficiency; others envisioned using electricity to transmit information, allowing distant relatives to instantly communicate. Everyone's eyes sparkled with longing for the future, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

The Lin family's progress in firearms research was even more astonishing. Nine years ago, the design drawings left by Lin Feng became the key to the Lin family's firearms development. In the workshop, the furnaces blazed as artisans concentrated on polishing gun parts, sparks flying and the sound of metal clashing incessantly. Through their tireless efforts, a firearm remarkably similar to the Type 38 rifle gradually took shape.

Although the artillery still used ignition firing, thanks to the Lin family's research, its range and power were extended. Detonators and explosives filled the warehouse, including jars and packs of explosives, some of which were very close to the prototype of grenades.

All of these achievements were inseparable from Lin Feng's cousin, Lin Nuofeng. He once competed in the Tianjiao selection competition, but was targeted by the Wang family, resulting in the loss of one of his hands. Since then, his interest in martial arts has faded, and he has devoted all his energy to firearms research. He spends his days in the workshop, forgetting food and sleep, repeatedly testing and improving his solutions. Sometimes, he would stay in the workshop all day long, forgetting time and fatigue, just to get a single piece of data.