Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

The study door was ajar, and the aroma of tea wafted out.

He pushed open the door and went in. A figure was sitting in a chair, holding a cup and drinking tea.

"Old Lin, it's been a long time since we played chess. Shall we play a game today?"

Jing Yuanchao greeted the figure.

Old Lin quickly put down his cup, stood up, and rubbed his hands together with a smile.

"Alright, General."

Jing Yuan smiled, and the two went to a private room and sat down together.

Jingyuan didn't stand on ceremony and made the first move with the black pieces.

The crisp sound of the pieces being placed was particularly clear in the quiet cubicle.

Old Lin followed suit, placing his white piece on the board. Both players moved very quickly, like old rivals who had been playing for hundreds of years, needing no thought, their hands moving faster than their brains.

Jingyuan held the black stone, twirled it between his fingers, and then dropped it.

"Old Lin, I have some information to tell you."

Old Lin held the white piece, his gaze fixed on the chessboard, and placed the piece.

"General, please speak frankly. As your subordinates, we should help you share your burdens."

His tone was relaxed, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

Jingyuan looked at him and burst out laughing.

Only when he was with these veterans who had fought side by side for hundreds of years could he feel a moment of ease and comfort.

"Old Lin, it's not that I'm asking you to do anything. It's just that you must control your emotions after I say this."

Old Lin was taken aback and looked up at Jing Yuan.

“Control your emotions? General, I’ve been with you for almost eight hundred years. What haven’t we seen in those eight hundred years? What information do I need you to remind me of?”

Jing Yuan smiled. He first poured Old Lin a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him.

Old Lin took the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and was about to take a sip.

"Your son, Xiao Linzi, has been chosen by the Emperor's Bow Master."

Jingyuan's voice was very calm, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"They even bypassed the triple ceremony. The people Yao Qing and Zhu Ming who came today are the ones sent by the Alliance to be your son's 'assistants' and accompany him as he grows up."

"Pfft, cough cough cough!"

Old Lin had just taken a sip of tea when he heard these words. He felt like spitting it out, but he forced himself to swallow the tea.

He choked on the tea, coughing until his face turned red and tears streamed down his face.

"What?! My son was chosen by the Imperial Bow? And he even bypassed the triple ceremony?"

Seeing his expression, Jingyuan burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the cubicle, even startling a few birds outside the window into flying away.

"Haha, so that's why I'm telling you, Lao Lin, you need to control your emotions."

Old Lin was completely stunned. He sat motionless in his chair, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, but his gaze had drifted off somewhere else.

He took a deep breath, then another.

For eight hundred years, he followed General Jingyuan in battles and made many military achievements. Later, he was promoted to advisor of the Luofu Cloud Cavalry and was well aware of all kinds of information.

Although he is now old and retired, he considers himself used to grand occasions.

But he had never seen such a scene before.

The Emperor Gong bypassed the triple ritual to select a candidate? And he chose his own son? This was something he never dared to dream of.

Jingyuan placed a piece, signaling to Lao Lin to continue the game.

Old Lin mechanically picked up a white piece and placed it on the chessboard, his hand trembling slightly.

"Kobayashi might take my place in the future."

Jingyuan's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"However, it is more likely that the alliance will rebuild a new fairy ship for it."

Old Lin gasped.

He was already in a daze, and now his mind was completely blank.

Rebuild a new immortal ship? What does that even mean?

Each celestial vessel is the culmination of the alliance's efforts, an extension of the hunting spirit, and an arrow of the Emperor's Bow and Fate.

Building a celestial vessel for one person is unprecedented in the history of celestial vessels.

Jingyuan made another move.

"Because the path your son is taking is quite different from that of any other general in the history of the League."

It took a while for Lao Lin to calm down a little.

He took a deep breath and placed a piece. However, his slightly trembling hand betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

Jing Yuan looked at his hand and smiled.

"The Alliance has already found a way to treat Xiao Linzi's leg. Although it's not guaranteed to be cured, Xiao Linzi is only eighteen years old. His identity needs to be kept secret, so..."

Old Lin was silent for a while, then raised his head.

"So you're getting in touch with that network in my name?"

Jing Yuan nodded.

"Recently, the space station of Ms. Black Tower, the 83rd seat of the Genius Club, was attacked by the Antimatter Legion, and the space station suffered huge damage."

The research funding allocated by the company did not arrive so quickly, so the alliance used this as a pretext to make contact with Ms. Black Tower, and through Ms. Black Tower, made contact with Ms. Nguyen Mai, the 81st seat.

Ms. Nguyen Mai will be visiting the Black Tower space station soon; please let your son go and see it then.

Old Lin pondered for a long time after hearing this, as if he had remembered something.

"Black Tower Space Station..."

He scratched his head.

"General, I once saved a friend by chance when I was traveling to Xinghai with Lin Si Ma."

Afterwards, out of gratitude, that friend gave me a share of stock, the origin of which I don't know.

The share is small, but the annual dividends are substantial.

I contacted that friend a while ago, and it seems his granddaughter works at the Black Tower space station.

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"A lot of dividends? What number is it that you're calling a lot of dividends?"

Old Lin scratched his head sheepishly, a shy smile appearing on his face.

"General, I'm not deliberately hiding it from you. It's just that the bonus is too much; it's too hot to handle."

I've kept it all, untouched, thinking I'd return it to my friend someday if he agreed, or if he encountered some difficulty and needed credits. That's why I haven't told you about it.

He paused, glanced at Jing Yuan's expression, and then continued.

“Lin Si’s mother works at Tianbo Company, and her salary and allowances are enough for our family of three. Not to mention my pension is also quite substantial. As for Lin Si, that kid doesn’t spend much money except for food and drink.”

As Lao Lin spoke, he became somewhat hesitant, but his tone and expression revealed a hint of pride.

Coupled with the shocking news Jing Yuan had just shared, he was beaming with joy.

"As for how much money this is..."

He cleared his throat, lowering his voice slightly.

"If we were to use it, it would be more than enough to build one or two immortal ships for my son."

Jingyuan's hand, which was holding the chess piece, paused. He looked at Old Lin's beaming face and remained silent for a long time.

"...Take away the young?"

His voice was somewhat weak.

Old Lin held up a number.

Jing Yuan remained silent for an even longer time.

Then he picked up the teacup, took a sip, put it down, picked it up again, and took another sip.

"Old Lin."

His voice was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of shock beneath that calm.

"Do you know how much it costs the Alliance to build a Celestial Ship?"

Old Lin scratched his head.

"do not know."

"I do not know either."

Jingyuan said,

“But I know that the shares your friend gave you were definitely not ‘from who-knows-where’.”

Old Lin chuckled but didn't reply.

Jing Yuan looked at him, shook his head, and sighed.

"That's it. Your son's leg is a serious matter. As for the money, you can handle it yourself."

Old Lin nodded and placed a piece.

"General, rest assured. I, Lin, have been an orphan since I was a child, but my son is not an orphan."

"There was nothing I could do before, but now that the alliance has connected my son with the right resources, I'll do everything I can to cure Xiao Lin's leg, even if it means going bankrupt."

Jing Yuan remained silent for a while.

After a long while, he slowly placed a piece.

"The alliance has already allocated the funds and some materials that Ms. Nguyen Mai and Ms. Black Tower needed, they just used your name."

"You probably won't be able to pay back that money, so why not use it to buy Xiao Linzi some equipment for his immortal boat in the future? That would give him some financial security..."

As he spoke, he sighed again.

The Lin family is so lucky that he can't help but feel a little envious.

Chapter 84: The Final Return

The journey through the chaos continued for an unknown period of time.

Lin Si felt the wind whistling in his ears and golden light flashing wildly in front of his eyes, almost blinding him.

With his eyes closed, he was huddled in the golden wheelchair, like a cannonball launched into the sky, hurtling off in some unknown direction.

Aha's laughter still echoed behind him, growing fainter and fainter, but it never disappeared, as if saying, "I'm still watching you."

Then, a wall appeared in front of me.

It wasn't the kind of wall that slowly approached; it appeared suddenly. One second it was endless chaos, and the next it was a solid wall.

Lin Si didn't have time to brake. She instinctively closed her eyes and gripped the handrail tightly with both hands, preparing to withstand the impact.

I waited a long time.

There was no impact, no pain, not even a vibration.

He opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling led him back to his room.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains; everything seemed normal, as if he had never left.

Except for the wheelchair under his butt.

The ordinary wheelchair was gone, replaced by a glittering golden wheelchair that looked like a throne or a toilet.