Eternal Swordmaster Chapter 976 - 971: Storm 3

"Hong’er, what’s wrong? Is there a problem? If it’s about cultivation, you can find someone who discusses martial arts; I’ve already arranged some connections there."

Noticing his expression, Diliya asked softly with concern.

"No, it’s not." Lin Xin felt positively toward Diliya as well.

In this rebirth, his mother lacked deep schemes, merely a regular woman fighting to survive in the royal family for her child and herself.

Though she employed minor tricks, her intentions remained kind at heart.

"If you’re trying to get cultivation resources for me, skip the logistics department."

Lin Xin stated evenly.

"I wish to join a sect right away; regular resources no longer work for me."

"Join a sect??"

Diliya froze in shock.

"Entering a sect demands at least Foundation Establishment cultivation... and what cultivation technique did you pick, my son?"

"Electromagnetic Technique."

"The Electromagnetic Technique is a tech-based cultivation method for Foundation Establishment. Few sects specialize in it, but let me look into it first." Diliya pressed her lips together, puzzled by Lin Xin’s intentions.

He had just selected a cultivation technique and now wanted to enter a sect.

Although the Empire hosted numerous sects focused on the Electromagnetic Technique, only a handful wielded true power and prominence.

In this age, where most cultivation techniques could be purchased with money, many choices turned into widespread basic methods.

Such as the Electromagnetic Technique.

Joining a sect offered regular interactions with fellow practitioners of the same technique.

One could also hire sect experts for guidance.

Yet, their willingness to instruct hinged on your ties and the fee offered.

Lin Xin sought a sect to witness the peaks achieved by masters who surpassed the core Electromagnetic Technique.

"Still, my son, at your beginner stage, entering a sect might not help much. Lacking a firm base, any exchanges would prove useless."

Diliya couldn’t grasp her son’s intentions; though merely a few years old, Lin Xin held firm views on everything.

"The Electromagnetic Technique is straightforward; I’ve hit the Sixth Layer already, but I need to ponder the next steps, so I want to observe others’ practice."

Lin Xin declared straightforwardly.

"The Electromagnetic Technique is basic, with plenty of advanced paths to switch into later, so sects abound... Wait! What did you say?"

Diliya halted abruptly, doubting her ears.

"I said I’ve reached the Sixth Layer. Naturally, I’ll join the top sect."

Lin Xin replied openly.

Diliya sat silently in the car, gripping the communicator, her face blending amusement with frustration.

"Fine, my son, I don’t have time for jokes right now. I’m nearly at the logistics department; we’ll chat later.

For the sect, check online first for a good fit.

A major sect selection event is coming soon; you can explore it then."

"I’m not joking." Lin Xin insisted sincerely.

"I’ve truly reached the Sixth Layer."

The rare gravity in her child’s tone made Diliya waver slightly.

Maybe he confused the First Layer for the Sixth, yet even that would be remarkable.

She resolved to verify his progress upon returning.

"Then I’ll head back soon to check; stay in the palace."

"Alright." Lin Xin agreed.

Ending the call, Lin Xin exited the cultivation area via the corridor.

The Derin Palace’s central courtyard lay outside, with Imperial guards patrolling in the distance.

They appeared formidable, yet their strength barely exceeded that of common folk.

He had no intention of concealing his cultivation; his goal was to climb to this world’s summit as swiftly as possible.

To determine if this realm could spark the final breakthrough for his supreme art.

He continued his calligraphy practice in the courtyard.

Throughout Derin Palace, only Diliya, himself, and a sister resided, alongside cooks, guards, maids, and a virtual butler. Diliya handled all key decisions personally.

Truly, just the mother and her two kids leaned on one another there.

Roughly half an hour passed before a hovercar’s hum announced its arrival outside.

Diliya rushed inside, spotting Lin Xin still at calligraphy in the courtyard, not cultivating the Electromagnetic Technique. Her earlier hope faded to dismay.

"My son."

She waved the guards away, careful not to bruise the child’s pride on this.

"The sect entry bar for Electromagnetic Technique or any Basic Merit Law is strict, and you just got the technique..."

Lin Xin rose to his feet.

He extended his palm, where a profound blue electric orb gradually took shape.

Sizzle!

He crushed the electric orb abruptly, letting it scatter into nothingness.

"I’ve attained the Sixth Layer. I’m refining my blood now. As a Basic Technique, the Electromagnetic Technique is easy to master."

Lin Xin explained coolly.

Unaware of Diliya’s eyes bulging in shock, he spoke plainly.

"Hong’er!"

Diliya lunged forward, shaking uncontrollably.

"You... show me your Electromagnetic Technique once more??"

Excitement quaked through her, disbelief overwhelming her senses.

Mastering the Sixth Layer of Electromagnetic Technique in a single day—what monstrous talent was this?

No tales existed of such prodigious speed.

Even history’s top geniuses required years for high levels in basic techniques.

"Is the prince blessed with the fabled exclusive affinity physique!?"

Diliya’s heart pounded with joy and dread.

Joy at his immense talent and limitless prospects; dread that such brilliance invited storms, as the mightiest tree draws the fiercest gales.

Imperial Clan rivalries were ruthless—if Hong’er’s gifts surfaced, the disasters awaiting him would surpass her worst nightmares.

"I must seek an audience with the Emperor at once!"

Diliya’s mind raced, devising a plan swiftly.

Though the empire embraced survival of the fittest, exceptional talents warranted utmost safeguarding.

The Storm Empire’s Great Emperor prized prodigies, fostering warriors to rival the Nine-heart Empire’s martial dominance.

Upon learning of Hong’er’s genius, the Emperor would shield him completely, blocking all threats.

No other ally in the empire matched the Emperor’s reliability.

Diliya mulled it over, finding the scheme airtight. The Emperor’s ferocity never dimmed his favor toward gifted youths.

"Prince, demonstrate your Sixth Layer Electromagnetic Technique again."

Convinced, Diliya sought confirmation once more.

Lin Xin lifted a hand, effortlessly shaping a fan-shaped blue Electric Ball.

At the Sixth Layer, its might turned lethal.

This stage allowed microcurrents to invigorate the body instinctively, unlocking hidden potentials.

The hallmark was summoning and discharging currents from any body part freely.

Extrinsic currents, no less.

Lin Xin lifted both hands, one palm holding an Electric Ball, the other on its back.

The pair orbited and danced before him.

Then he exhaled sharply.

Snap!

Blue lightning burst from his mouth, obliterating the two Electric Balls viciously.

With her foundational martial arts knowledge, Diliya identified the traits of this common offshoot art, the Electromagnetic Technique.

She pulled out her communicator, searching online for Sixth Layer specifics.

Ten minutes of stunned verification later,

Lin Xin’s Sixth Layer in Electromagnetic Technique stood fully verified.

"Let’s go! We must see the Emperor now!"

Thrilled, Diliya jumped up, eager to drag Lin Xin out.

"No, hold on! Going together draws too much notice. I’ll go solo to alert the Emperor discreetly about the child’s prowess; he’ll dispatch guards immediately.

This ensures peak security."

Diliya reconsidered abruptly and settled back down.

The fourth imperial concubine and the top three posed grave dangers; news of Hong’er’s talent would spur them to eliminate him before the Emperor knew.

"For Hong’er, rash moves won’t do!"

Diliya’s face changed as she paced the courtyard frantically.

Long neglected by the Emperor, private meetings were rare; messengers faced even greater risks.

Spies from rival concubines infested the Imperial Palace.

As a minor nation’s princess, mere survival taxed her; protection was a dream.

Communicators? Impossible.

"No... there has to be a way..." Diliya paced anxiously, distress mounting.

"We can await the sect competition," Lin Xin suggested steadily. "Even if the Storm Emperor learns of my talent, full protection isn’t guaranteed. Lesser concubines might back off, but elite ones or the Empress could crush us."

"Hong’er...." That very fear gnawed at Diliya.

Her eyes brimmed with anxious tears.

She refused to let shackles bind her son’s supreme talent over petty intrigues.

Anxiety fueled her racing thoughts.

After endless pacing, Diliya weighed empire sects that could shield the child.

Sadly, none rivaled the Emperor.

"Mother, no need to fret." Lin Xin assured calmly. "I can mask my talent as average and throttle my progress.

Should it leak, time will blunt the threats."

"This... might work... but..." Helplessness flickered in Diliya’s gaze.

Lin Xin ignored her doubts, deeming it optimal.

The Netherworld lay accessible, yet urgency lacked.

He intended to rise gradually via this world’s framework.