Under the setting sun, the fiery red glow penetrates the dark clouds, wantonly spreads between the heaven and the earth, shrouding the tall and heavy palaces, although there is a feeling of twilight, but it does not reduce its taste of shocking the world.

Divine General's House!

In the Great Xia Dynasty, it was second only to the existence of imperial power. Holding the power of 600,000 soldiers and horses of the dynasty, the 30,000 divine generals under his command once made peerless feats when the dynasty was about to fall:

Forty years ago, he traveled thousands of miles to rescue 300,000 troops from the danger of besieging the imperial city.

Thirty-four years ago, in a decisive battle with the allies of the Four Dynasties and Six Kingdoms, the Eighteenth Route Army defeated it and drove it out of the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty in one fell swoop.

Twenty-three years ago, a million iron horsemen set out to conquer the seventeen cities of Northern Xia to recover the mountains and rivers that the dynasty had not recovered for three hundred years. In this battle, eighty-one battle formations were set up to besiege and kill Liu Shenzhi, the soldier immortal who ranked third on the spectrum of Dongling's famous generals.

The horse stepped on the mountains and rivers for 30,000 miles.

Seventeen years of southern conquest and northern war.

This is the Divine General's Mansion, the place where the dynasty once controlled life and death. Although it no longer has the power to dominate the world in the past, although the interior of the Divine General's Mansion has begun to split. But the tiger is still immortal, and the aftermath is still there.

And today, it is the coming-of-age ceremony of the Divine General's Mansion!

In the Divine General's Mansion, Lin Haoran pushed Lin Huang forward slowly, with a warm smile on his face, and the bright golden armor shone brightly under the reflection of the setting sun, which had a taste of the pride of the sky.

Lin Huang sat in a wheelchair, crooked his mouth, rolled his eyes, like a fool!

"That'...... Is it Lin Haoran?"

"This golden armor is pushing the young mansion master, who else can there be besides him?"

"Is this still the little scholar back then? He is really loyal to the young mansion master!"

"Brother Haoran looks ...... It seems to have more of the taste of the young mansion master!"

The maids looked at Lin Haoran's figure, and they all shouted in surprise, and their delicate little faces couldn't help but be a little crimson. No one thought that a little scholar back then, only two years later, would become a young legend of the dynasty.

"Lin Huang, did you hear that, they all said that I was more like the young master!"

Lin Haoran knocked Lin Huang's head and jokingly said, "It seems that this is my fate, and the position of the young mansion master is destined to be my Lin Haoran!"

In the wheelchair, Lin Huang listened to Lin Haoran's words, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The lord of the house, the young lord of the mansion insisted on coming to attend the coming-of-age ceremony, but Haoran had no choice but to ......"

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the main hall of the Divine General's Mansion.

"Hmm!"

The response from the main hall was extremely cold, and it seemed that he was quite unhappy with Lin Haoran's approach.

Lin Huang's eyelids trembled slightly, looking at the old man on the tiger throne in the main hall, and an inexplicable emotion stirred in his heart.

On the throne, Lin Beichen was wearing a black-patterned robe, with a nine-headed tiger painted on it, and the sleeves were floating, giving people a feeling of a tiger lying down.

is full of white hair, but it makes the old man a little twilight.

Even if he is called the god of war in Great Xia, it is difficult to stop the invasion of time. In addition, the Divine General's Mansion is now scattered, the granddaughter's martial soul is broken, and the forest is paralyzed, but I am afraid that it is already exhausted.

"Grandpa!"

Lin Huang shouted in his heart, indescribably excited.

At this moment, Lin Beichen also looked at Lin Huang, his cold and hard face moved slightly, with a slight sadness, he had fought and killed countless people in his life, but he never thought of being like this......

"If Xiaohuang is still like two years ago, even if he is messing around, what's the matter?"

"Young Mansion Master, this is Lin Huang?"

Hearing the three words of the young mansion master, the magnates in the imperial city all turned their heads and looked at Lin Huang with curiosity.

"The original gentleman, the lord who has harmed many people, it turns out to be this guy!"

"It's a big joke for a prodigal son to turn back one night!"

"This is Lin Beichen's retribution, no matter how much you do, you will end up with no one when you get old!"

Looking at the paralyzed forest wilderness, everyone was secretly happy in their hearts, all these years the Divine General's Mansion was like an insurmountable mountain, which had been pressing on top of their heads, making them breathless.

At the beginning, Lin Huang was the biggest man in the dynasty. Visiting the Qinglou is a must-do homework every day, and you have to bully the powerful son every once in a while.

If you're in a good mood, I'll go and peek at the county lords and ladies taking a shower or something.

I was bored, and even the emperor's beard was pulled off.

It wasn't until later that Lin Huang's sister Lin Cangxue's martial soul was shattered, Lin Huang reined in his heart, turned back one night, and cultivated martial arts like a mad demon, but he didn't expect to go crazy when he broke through the realm of human yuan.

Everyone looked at Lin Huang, all of them showing sighs and joy......

"Everyone, please take a seat!"

Lin Beichen opened his mouth and motioned to his subordinates to push Lin Huang aside.

Then the banquet began, the guests from all sides were staggered, although they were all powerful here, but there were also high and low, who didn't want to take the opportunity to get closer to the relationship and seek more benefits for the family.

Halfway through the banquet, Lin Haoran walked to the middle of the hall, with a gentle smile, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is a happy event in the Divine General's Mansion, and there should be singing and dancing. But my god's mansion is full of people who cross the battlefield, but there is no tenderness. In order not to spoil the interest of the adults, let me dance the sword for everyone, okay?"

When the words fell, everyone immediately applauded!

The girls present were all looking forward to the name of Lin Haoran in the golden armor and white robe, and they had listened to it in the boudoir for two years. Although his background is a little low, he is the leading genius in the Great Xia Dynasty.

is only sixteen years old, and he is already in the realm of the Seven Heavens of the Human Yuan. In just two years, he has made a name for himself as a little general in the frontier.

How good it would be if you could marry such a wishful husband.

Lin Haoran bowed slightly, took off a golden armor, and suddenly the white robe swayed, and the long hair followed the wind, less heroic, but more wind gods like jade, the taste of the son of the turbid world, which caused the girls present to turn crimson and shy.

In a moment, Lin Haoran's body was like a shock, and the sword qi in the hall was vertical and horizontal, radiant and radiant. The pale blue sword shadow flew in the main hall, gradually condensing into a long dragon dancing and soaring in the air, quite gorgeous.

Everyone looked amazed, and their hearts were shocked, such a delicate and pure swordsmanship, a sharp sword shadow, worthy of Lin Haoran in gold armor and white robe.

In two years, he has grown from a house slave to this step, and he is absolutely talented.

Lin Huang also raised his head, looking at Lin Haoran who was flying like a crane, and his heart was awe-inspiring, "The swordsmanship is exquisite, but there is a trace of charm missing." Lin Haoran has been in the army for two years, and this sword should have a trace of domineering in the battlefield no matter what."

The name of this little general is probably a little boring.

Oh!

In the main hall, a sharp sword groan suddenly sounded, like a dragon opening its voice. I saw Lin Haoran's long sword vertical and horizontal, surrounded by sword shadows, and an extremely sharp sword soul appeared behind him, exuding a fierce momentum, and the piercing sword intent made everyone's hearts chill.

"Dragon Sword Martial Soul!"

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and their eyes stared at the martial soul behind Lin Haoran.

"It turned out to be a Xuan-level martial spirit. ”

"In the Great Xia Dynasty, there is the seventh Xuan-level martial soul in the past hundred years. ”

"Such a talent is comparable to His Royal Highness Prince Lingyun. ”

"This son must not be a thing in the pool, and he will turn into a dragon when he encounters a storm!"

......

On the Firmament Continent, there is a strict division of the strength of martial souls, from low to high: Yellow Rank, Xuan Rank, and Earth Rank.

And each stage is divided into three grades: lower, middle and upper.

The strength of the martial souls varies greatly, and the next order is a moat, and the most common is the yellow-level martial soul, such as Lin Beichen in the main hall, which is just a high-grade martial soul of the yellow order.

The Dragon Sword Martial Soul is a Xuan Rank, which is a whole grade higher than the Yellow Rank Martial Soul.

Among the hundreds of millions of martial artists on the mainland, ninety percent of them are yellow-level martial souls, and those who can summon Xuan-level martial souls can already be regarded as heroes.

Even after Lin Beichen saw the Dragon Sword Martial Soul, his heart was quite shaken, there are nothing more than three factors that affect the strength of martial artists on the mainland: realm, martial soul, and martial arts!

Lin Haoran is at such an age, he is already in the realm of the Seven Heavens of the Human Yuan, and he has a Xuan-level martial soul by his side, coupled with the martial arts of the Divine General's Mansion, his strength, in this young generation, I am afraid that few people can compete with him.

Lin Huang looked at Lin Haoran calmly, he naturally knew the rarity of the Xuan-level martial soul, and being able to possess the Xuan-level martial soul was a real talent.

"I don't know what martial soul I can summon?"

Lin Huang was worried in his heart, in his previous life, he woke up at the age of twenty and summoned the Sword Mountain Martial Spirit, but it was only the middle grade of the Yellow Order.

The Yellow Order Martial Soul, among the thousands of Martial Souls, can only be regarded as the last stream.

And the Xuan-level martial soul is already very precious.

Although there are still ground-level martial souls above the Xuan Rank, the people who can summon the earth-level martial souls are already true geniuses, and most of them have the inheritance and bloodline of the family.

As long as these people don't die for a hundred years, they will become strong!

Just imagine, if a warrior obtains an immortal martial soul, he will have an endless lifespan, if he has a phoenix martial soul, he can be reborn in Nirvana, and if he has a gluttonous martial soul, he can devour heaven and earth.

Since he was reborn once, Lin Huang naturally hoped to obtain a powerful martial soul.

He didn't expect to get a ground-level martial soul, but he still longed for a Xuan-level martial soul.

In the main hall, Lin Haoran's long sword was returned to the sheath, and everyone applauded and appreciated.

Lin Haoran swept over everyone, and glanced at Lin Huang without a trace, with a warm smile on his face, as if he was responding to everyone's applause.

But Lin Huang understood that Lin Haoran was ridiculing himself and showing off to himself.

"Mansion master, the old man has something to say!"

Before Lin Haoran could sit down, an old man in pitch-black armor suddenly got up and looked at Lin Beichendao.

"Hexi has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it!"

Lin Beichen had a smile on his face, Lu Hexi was the general of Zhenbei, who had accompanied him in the southern and northern wars for 17 years, and had outstanding achievements in the war, and had saved his life.

"Please set up Haoran as the young mansion master for the sake of the god general's mansion!"

Before Lu Hexi's words fell, everyone in the hall was shocked!

The smile on Lin Beichen's face froze, a pair of old eyes stared at Lu Hexi tightly, the wine glass in the palm of his hand was crushed, his heart seemed to be slashed fiercely, and he said secretly:

"Has the Divine General's Mansion finally come to this point?"

In the main hall, Lin Huang's ten fingers were clenched white, and his heart was extremely cold, "Have you finally started to seize the throne?

Lin Beichen hadn't answered yet, but Lin Haoran hurriedly refused:

"Mansion Master, Old General Lu. Haoran is only a shallow learner, and he is not proficient in martial arts strategy, General Lu is really a tormenting boy with this remark, Haoran thinks that he can't support the Divine General's Mansion, and I also believe that the young mansion master will get better one day!"

Lin Beichen was silent, looked up at the generals in the hall, and said, "What do you think?"

"The lord of the mansion is the hundred-year cause of my god general's mansion, and the little general Haoran is the young mansion lord!"

Half of the generals in the main hall stood up and said in unison. It seems that for the sake of the future of the Divine General's Mansion, they are determined to replace the young mansion master.

Everything is righteousness!

"It's ridiculous!"

A middle-aged general suddenly stood up and reprimanded angrily, "The lord of the mansion is still alive, and the young lord of the mansion may not be able to get better, you support Lin Haoran so much, are you going to rebel? Today's matter, I, Zhao Changfeng, am the first to oppose it!"

"There's no place for you to talk here!"

Lu Hexi glanced at Zhao Changfeng and said coldly. Then he turned his head to stare at Lin Beichen again, and continued:

"Mansion Master, the Divine General's Mansion is not only your own effort, but also all of us, for the better future of the Divine General's Mansion, I hope you will make a decision as soon as possible!"

From beginning to end, Lin Beichen's expression was extremely bland, even cold.

"I never expected that Hexi, who was once unfamiliar with the world and only knew that he was charging ahead, also began to care about the position of the young lord of the Divine General's Mansion."

Lin Beichen smiled hoarsely, with a hint of loneliness on his old face.

"Hexi knows that although I am old, my eyes are not blind. The love in this world is not inexhaustible!"

Lin Beichen said slowly, "However, after all, you are the robe that I Lin Beichen once fought in the field, and my Lin Beichen has hung by a thread thirteen times, and it is all up to you to fight bloodily to save my life." If you have something to ask, the old man will answer it. It's just that...... I'm afraid this will be the last time......"

"Mansion Master, no!"

Zhao Changfeng exhaled, but was stopped by Lin Beichen waving his hand.

"I'm really old, it's always easy to think of the past when I'm old, I like to miss the old feelings, and I don't have to think about it, I hope you can understand one day!"

Zhao Changfeng wanted to speak and stopped, and finally sighed helplessly, looking at half of the generals in the hall with indifferent expressions, his fists were tightly clenched together, "Back then, all of them were united in their hearts to break the enemy's and kill thieves' Divine General's Mansion, but I'm afraid there will be no more after today."

It has been more than 20 years since the world was settled, and in the past 20 years, some people have finally begun to corrupt and go further and further away from the Divine General's Mansion.

Covet power!

Seize the benefits!

Forming a party for personal gain!

......

Twenty years of glory and wealth are enough to polish the sharpness and principles of most people, and it is also enough to make the Divine General's Mansion constantly split internally in the infinite scenery.

"Lin Haoran, are you willing to serve as the young master of the Divine General's Mansion?"

Lin Beichen said hoarsely, but his eyes fell on Lin Huang, and a peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's okay not to be the master of this god general's mansion, so I have time to take care of you."

In the main hall, Lin Huang frowned, and the murderous intention in his heart had risen......

Seeing that the overall situation was certain, Lin Haoran no longer shirked, immediately knelt down on one knee, and said loudly:

"Lin Haoran is willing to go to the soup for the Divine General's Mansion and never give up!"

The loud voice echoed in the hall like Huang Zhong Dalu, and Lin Haoran's eyes showed a strong confidence.

In that self-confidence, there is also a sense of pride.

After three years of hard work, we have finally achieved our goal today. From today onwards, who else dares to look down on him, he can ride a high-headed horse across the Great Xia Dynasty unscrupulously.

As long as he listens to that person's words well, he, Lin Haoran, will be able to be under one person and above ten thousand people in another three years!

"From this day on, you are the young ...... of the Divine General's Mansion"

Lin Beichen said in a deep voice.

"Wait!"

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, who dared to interrupt Lin Beichen's words at this time, obviously didn't want Lin Haoran to become the master of the young mansion.

Then everyone reacted suddenly, quickly turned their heads, and stared at the young man in a wheelchair in the main hall!

I saw Lin Huang gradually raise his head, his fingers tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair, and his slowly opened eyes revealed a long-silent sharpness, like an ancient sword out of its sheath, fierce and pressing.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Lin Huang pushed the wheelchair to the middle of the hall, looked at Lin Haoran, showed a cold smile, and said as cold as a knife:

"I'm not dead, how can I allow your slave to be presumptuous!"