Yun Rong wasn't the only one taken aback. Lin Di and the others were equally astonished as they stared at the cultivation manuals in their hands, unable to speak.
When Lin Qian initially mentioned custom-tailored cultivation techniques for them, they had taken it as a joke. But now, they realized just how wrong they had been.
"Son, I truly underestimated you," Lin Di finally said, exhaling deeply after thoroughly reviewing the technique in his hands.
"If you're going to thank anyone, save it, Father. All the credit goes to Prime Minister Zhuge Ming. When you meet him someday, you can thank him then," Lin Qian responded, a bit embarrassed.
He wasn't comfortable taking credit for Zhuge Ming's accomplishments.
"Incredible! Is this what custom-tailored cultivation really feels like?" Yun Qingfeng could no longer contain his astonishment. The manual in his hands seemed designed specifically for him—every flow of energy, every increase in power, perfectly matched his own physique.
Yun Qingfeng believed that if he began practicing this technique, his combat strength would increase threefold—no, at least fivefold—and his cultivation speed would accelerate significantly.
"Yun'er, what about yours?" Yun Fan asked, exhaling as he calmed his own shock, turning to Yun Rong.
At this point, Lin Di, Yun Qingfeng, and Yun Yunyin were also eagerly looking in Yun Rong's direction. After all, Yun Rong was at the Sainthood Realm, an elite expert. Could her technique possibly be as perfectly suited to her as theirs were?
"Qian'er, who exactly is this Prime Minister of yours?" Yun Rong asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Just as you said, this technique is custom-made for me. If I fully cultivate this, I'm afraid even Yun Hu wouldn't be a match for me."
As the strongest member of the group and someone who had attempted to create her own cultivation techniques, Yun Rong was fully aware of how difficult it was to produce such a flawless technique.
And yet, in the span of a brief conversation, Zhuge Ming had crafted these five techniques, each perfectly suited to their needs. Yun Rong was in awe.
Lin Di and the others were equally shocked. If Yun Rong could surpass Yun Hu with her new technique, then the boost to their own power was even more astonishing.
"Qian'er, this technique is priceless! And yet you're just giving it to us like this? Are you sure?" Yun Qingfeng finally asked after a long pause, gazing at the manual in his hands.
"A good resource only becomes valuable when used. Besides, you're my family—what's wrong with wanting my family to live better lives?" Lin Qian responded with a calm smile. "Giving great things to the people I care about, or to those who serve me well, is only natural."
"Using these resources wisely is the best outcome. Besides, these techniques were just quickly crafted by Zhuge Ming using the data from your bodies. They aren't anything too special, Uncle. Don't overthink it."
Yun Qingfeng was at a loss for words, glancing at the manual in his hands with complex emotions. Such a powerful technique, yet Lin Qian didn't seem to care for it at all. In fact, Lin Qian regarded it with such indifference, as if it was no big deal.
"My nephew... his standards are absurdly high," Yun Qingfeng thought with a bitter smile, quietly tucking the manual away. Regardless of how it was presented, this technique was invaluable, and it was a gift from his nephew.
"Qian'er, what are your next steps regarding the Yun family?" Yun Fan asked after storing his own manual.
Lin Qian looked at his grandfather and said matter-of-factly, "Naturally, it's time for war. But I want you all to master these techniques first. Once you've converted your cultivation, come and assist me."
"Once we've mastered the techniques, that's when the war begins?" Lin Di asked his son, curious about the timeline.
Lin Qian shook his head, a faint distortion of space swirling around him. "No, Father, by then, you'll be coming to support me. We'll meet again soon."
"Honestly, it's great to see you all. Father, Mother..."
With those parting words, Lin Qian's figure vanished before their eyes, leaving only his voice lingering in the room.
"I have special means to travel directly to the Yuan family and bring the Huaxia Empire's army. Don't worry."
As his voice faded, the five people in the room exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
"Sister, Brother-in-law, you've raised a monster!" Yun Qingfeng chuckled, looking at Lin Di and Yun Yunyin. "Even now, I can't figure out our nephew at all."
"The Huaxia Empire's legacy must be something truly extraordinary," Yun Fan said, stroking his chin before breaking into a smile. "Well, the boy will have his own fortunes. As long as he's still our Qian'er, that's all that matters."
"I'm still worried, though," Yun Yunyin admitted, her face full of concern. "What if something happens to him again?"
"Don't worry too much, dear," Lin Di reassured her, glancing at the powerful manual in his hands. "Our son has given us this great gift—let's use it well. It's time for us, as his elders, to become the strong support he needs."
In the Four Regions Realm, Lin Qian returned to his personal realm via the Heart of the World. As he arrived, he began summoning his warriors, battle generals, imperial troops, and battle beasts from the Illusionary Star.
They would then pass through the portal to the Yuan family, making their invasion of the Yun family appear as if it came from within the mortal realm, avoiding unnecessary suspicions.
As for any threats or enemies, anyone who was curious about Lin Qian's abilities or questioned him—Lin Qian had no intention of explaining.
In his mind, the solution was simple: eliminate them. If one enemy didn't get the message, he would wipe out them all.
Staring at the portal in front of him, Lin Qian's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Offend the Huaxia Empire?"
"Then you will be annihilated, no matter how far you run."
As he let out a battle cry, a terrifying aura surged through the Four Regions Realm, shaking the world as if it would collapse.
Lin Qian was the first to step through the portal, disappearing into the vast gateway that had been expanded to accommodate the army.
"All forces, move out!"