The Prodigies War

Chapter 710: The Air of a Founder

Eh?

When Lin Xun began working, the originally angry and sneering rune masters were suddenly taken aback.

They had suddenly noticed Lin Xun’s technique. It was practiced and skillful, flowing naturally like drifting clouds and running water.

In fact, there was an indescribable sensation of beauty in his technique that naturally drew their attention.

“This…”

The rune masters glanced at each other in bewilderment before they quickly turned their focus back to Lin Xun.

He didn’t display any complex or advanced techniques. After all, it was merely reforging a heaven-grade low-tier broadsword, which wasn’t much of a challenge at all for someone like him.

His movements were deft, and his ten fingers were as nimble as butterflies dancing among the flowers while steady confidence spread from between his brows.

The broadsword was first cast into the cauldron to be melted down before its rune arrays were recarved. The entire process was smooth, relaxed, and impeccably done at every step.

By this juncture, it wasn’t just the rune masters. The watching cultivators were also wide-eyed as their attention was firmly drawn in by Lin Xun’s movements.

Although they didn’t know much about runes, they could tell that Lin Xun’s technique had a unique rhythm that no ordinary rune master could match!

“Could he also be a rune master?”

Numerous people were shaken. They subconsciously believed that since someone as young as Lin Xun was already so talented in cultivation, he could not possibly be a rune master as well.

That was why there had been such a huge commotion when it was announced that Lin Xun was suddenly going to be Grandmaster Ying’s assistant. Thus, many people had become curious about this deployment.

But now, Lin Xun’s technique seemed to prove that he wasn’t just an ordinary Heaven Ascension heaven pride!

“Eh!”

Lu Wenting was currently fretting over how he could clean up this mess, but he could not help from being stunned when he noticed the amazed and astonished expressions of the crowd nearby.

What is going on?

Lu Wenting immediately raised his head to look and saw Lin Xun drawing rune arrays on the newly reforged broadsword with a rune brush.

The youth stood there with flawless posture as complicated and mysterious runes seemed to flow from the brush tip like water from a spring.

Merely watching felt pleasing and gave rise to an indescribable feeling of shock and amazement. Such unique grace and style were something that could only belong to a founder!

“This…”

Lu Wenting was also dumbstruck, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

Previously, he had been extremely against Lin Xun taking a job at the military workshop and was worried that the youth would cause problems there and disturb their regular operations.

Who could have imagined that when everyone was pessimistic about the youth’s chances, he would use his actions to give them a vicious slap to the face?

How could such mastery and ability be possessed by someone who knew nothing about runes? Even a rune grandmaster would be unable to do it with such ease!

Grandmaster Ying currently had his head lowered as he flipped through a book. Lin Xun’s pigheadedness had angered him and made him scoff. He was already planning what to say the moment Lin Xun failed and how he would immediately chase him off!

It wasn’t that he hated Lin Xun in particular, but he did not wish to see an ignorant youngster make a mess in an important place like the workshop.

A rune master swallowed with some difficulty and said in a low voice, “Master Ying, you…you should quickly come and take a look…”

“Oh, has he finally realized his mistake? What a smart lad. Heh heh, time to see what kind of expression he’s making…”

As he spoke, Grandmaster Ying raised his head and looked at Lin Xun from afar.

A single glance left him stunned before his expression changed drastically. “This…”

The same rune master said with some difficulty, “Master Ying, have you realized as well? Something seems to be off.”

It wasn’t just somewhat off; there was definitely something wrong!

Grandmaster Ying seemed to have lost his composure. Eyes filled with shock, he swiftly stood up and muttered, “This technique…this technique…”

He was so shocked that he could not even speak properly.

This scene immediately drew the attention of the nearby rune masters and cultivators, causing them to glance at each other in bewilderment and surprise.

If even Grandmaster Ying had such a reaction, could it be…

After seemingly holding back for a long time, Grandmaster Ying finally uttered with much difficulty, “It’s the mastery of a founder!”

The sentence seemed to drain all of his energy, causing his face to pale as his body began to shake unsteadily.

Had he just openly rejected a rune founder?

The thought of this made Grandmaster Ying’s heart shudder, wishing he could slap his past self. He deeply regretted everything he had done.

If he had been a little more courteous and patiently tried to ask for more information, could he have stopped this from happening?

Grandmaster Ying's eyes turned vacant as if he had lost his soul.

There was an ironclad rule in the world of rune masters: a founder cannot be humiliated!

Because such existences were far too superior and majestic, like the godly dragons that ruled the skies. They were existences who had reached an unimaginable peak in the world of runes. How could any rune master slander such an existence?

If news of this were to spread, then all the rune masters in the empire would spurn and turn hostile toward him!

Clang!

A clear clang laced with killing intent rang out, rousing everyone from their various thoughts as their gazes converged on Lin Xun’s hands.

A broadsword hovered in the air. Its body was pitch-black like ink and gleamed with a cold, blinding light.

Although it was merely floating there, a faint killing intent spread from it, causing several cultivators to feel a piercing pain in their eyes as a chill ran up their skin.

Everyone was shocked. The broadsword had previously been a heaven-grade low-tier weapon and wasn’t very valuable.

However, after being swiftly reforged by Lin Xun, the sword seemed to have been reborn anew and looked completely different from before!

One of the rune masters involuntarily blurted out, “Heaven-grade peak-tier!”

The entire place fell silent. Going from a Heaven-grade low-tier to a Heaven-grade peak-tier was no simple or ordinary power-up!

Moreover, the process had been completed so quickly. Everyone was at a loss for words. This was no different from turning rock to gold!

Was the youngster really a rune founder?

Amidst the silence, Grandmaster Ying suddenly took a deep breath, walked forward, and bowed in shame and fear. “The lowly Ying Xingkong has offended Founder Lin earlier, please punish me for my transgressions!”

The place immediately became even quieter as everyone began to look at Lin Xun in a completely different light.

A founder! He was a rune founder!

The fact that such a young person had already stepped into the realm of the founder was honestly far too astonishing.

“We greet Founder Lin!” The nearby rune masters also hurriedly paid their respects. They also had ashamed and uneasy expressions.

They were feeling regretful and ashamed of how they had repeatedly criticized and rebuked Lin Xun earlier.

The watching cultivators were dumbstruck. They had originally come as busybodies, so who could have anticipated that such a huge twist would occur? The youngster who had killed a Half-Step King was also a rune founder!

The outcome was something they would never have imagined.

“We’ve found a treasure! Damn, we’ve somehow stumbled upon a treasure!” Lu Wenting was practically shouting inside as he trembled in excitement.

If there was a rune founder in the 7th camp’s workshop, the benefits would be immeasurable!

When Lu Wenting recalled how he had been against Lin Xun going to the workshop, he wished he could give his past self a huge slap. He had been such a blind fool!

“I said that I would help reforge a weapon. Come and have a look, is this sword satisfactory?”

Lin Xun offered the broadsword to A'bi with a slight smile.

“Ah?”

A'bi returned to her senses and looked at the reborn broadsword in her hands. She was immediately smitten by it as indescribable elation surged within her.

The other cultivators looked at her in envy.

What a lucky lass!

……

From that day, Lin Xun began to work at the workshop. His days were busy and fulfilling.

Ever since his identity as a rune founder was revealed, numerous cultivators would visit him every day.

Some wished to befriend Lin Xun while others desired his help to craft something for them.

As a result, the workshop grew increasingly busy. Every morning, numerous cultivators would already be lined up, hoping to obtain a chance for Lin Xun to personally craft something for them.

In the beginning, Lin Xun accepted every request, but he soon realized that it was too much for him. There were too many cultivators and he couldn’t manage them all.

In the end, he set a rule that he would only accept three requests a day. Moreover, he would only take on requests that the other rune masters were unable to solve.

This made Lin Xun’s life much easier.

During the day, he would head to the workshop to receive requests. At night, he would temper his cultivation, study martial arts, and occasionally drink, chat, and hear news from the battlefield from his friends and acquaintances.

It was worth mentioning that when General Zhangsun Lie heard that Lin Xun was also a rune founder, he was so astonished that he shattered a table.

Subsequently, his expression turned stormy as he cursed the Blood Kill King for hiding such important information.

Next, he could not help but grin and laugh. His laughter rumbled across the camp like a crashing wave, surprising and confusing the cultivators who nearly thought that he had fallen into qi deviation…

One night.

A banquet had just ended in front of Lin Xun’s quarters. The guard leader stationed here, Old Huang, was drunk again and was mumbling things he didn’t even understand in a drunken stupor.

A'bi’s face was flushed red due to the alcohol. She demanded to have a drinking contest with Lin Xun before ultimately falling asleep in his arms.

Lu Wenting was humming a song about how generals would die after a hundred battles and heroes would fall within three years. It was rather depressing.

In the end, everyone dispersed because they still had many things to do the next day. In the Blood Kill Battlefield, the killing wouldn’t end until the enemies were all dead. As empire cultivators, their daily tasks were mainly related to killing enemies.

“Liu Wen didn’t return before night fell. He probably won’t return anymore.” Before departing, Hu Tong left these words behind. His tone wasn’t sad but calm.

Lin Xun was taken aback before he silently drank the wine in his cup.