Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

Reception Hall.

Upon seeing the person standing inside, Feng Qingtian was pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Brother Lin Jin, it's you!"

Standing in the reception hall was a man with a kind demeanor, exuding an air of maturity and calm. There was a faint presence of authority around him.

Lin Jin smiled and said, "Brother Feng, long time no see."

Feng Qingtian laughed heartily, "Brother Lin, we haven't seen each other in ages! You mustn't leave too soon this time. Let's have a drink and enjoy ourselves properly!"

Lin Jin was someone Feng Qingtian had met back when they were in the Clearwind Gang, and it was with Lin Jin's help that the Feng family had managed to relocate to Myriad Demons city.

Lin Jin's smile faded, and he let out a bitter laugh, "Do you think I'm in the mood for drinks right now, Brother Feng?"

Feng Qingtian froze for a moment, suddenly remembering Lin Jin's identity.

The Seventh Prince of the Jinghong Empire!

Feng Qingtian understood why Lin Jin had come and his expression grew serious. "Is there no way to withdraw from the fight for the throne?"

Lin Jin's tone was calm, "Withdraw? How? No matter who wins, everyone else will be dealt with. If I become the crown prince, I wouldn't spare the other princes either."

The Jinghong Empire was overseen by a the 7th Prince. The throne didn't belong to anyone in particular if you could kill the Jinghong Emperor, you would become the new emperor.

In this world, strength was everything. There was no such thing as the will of the people. If you had the ability to overthrow the emperor, you could claim the throne.

So, the first act of any new emperor was to eliminate all rivals, killing off their royal siblings.

Feng Qingtian fell silent. He had heard about how bloody and brutal the fight for the throne was.

While this method had its benefits, as it ensured that only the most talented and capable person would rule, it also destroyed family bonds. Close brothers would stab each other in the back.

The atmosphere in the hall grew heavy, with neither of them speaking.

Finally, Lin Jin let out a sigh.

"Among the nine princes, my forces are the weakest. The other princes have at least three level 6 experts supporting them, while I only have two."

"From the way the other princes are acting, it looks like they plan to deal with me, the weakest, first."

Hearing this, Feng Qingtian's eyes filled with hesitation. Lin Jin was a good friend, and without his help, the Feng family wouldn't have been able to relocate to Myriad demons city so easily.

The Feng family owed Lin Jin a great debt.

But the survival of the Feng family was at stake, and Feng Qingtian couldn't help but worry.

Lin Jin's forces were weak, which meant he was likely to lose. If the Feng family sided with him, they would face disaster if he failed.

Although Feng Qingtian was the patriarch, the Feng family didn't belong to him alone it belonged to all of its members.

Lin Jin had made his position clear: he hoped the Feng family would support him.

Suddenly, Feng Qingtian asked, "Brother Lin, before you arrived in Myriad demons city , you mentioned your child was about to be born. Was it a boy or a girl?"

Lin Jin smiled and replied, "That was a while ago. I had a daughter,she's already eighteen. Perhaps one day I'll introduce her to you."

As he spoke, a hint of bitterness crept into his smile. If he failed in the fight for the throne, his family would likely be wiped out, leaving little chance for that introduction.

Lin Jin could sense Feng Qingtian's hesitation. He stood up and said, "Since that's the case, Brother Feng, I won't trouble you any longer. I still have many matters to attend to in the Jinghong Empire."

He knew that asking Feng Qingtian to side with him was risky. Lin Jin hadn't come to force Feng Qingtian to repay the favor owed to him, but to simply see if there was a chance for support.

Even with the Feng family's help, his chances of success in the battle for the throne weren't particularly high, so he didn't want to drag the Feng family down with him.

Just as Lin Jin was about to leave, Feng Qingtian called out:

"Wait, Brother Lin."

"My Feng family is not one to forget kindness. All nine princes have sent emissaries to our door. It seems we won't be able to stay out of this easily."

"But this is a major decision. I need to consult with the clan first before making a final choice."

Lin Jin's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Brother Feng!"

Feng Qingtian nodded and began gathering the high-ranking members of the Feng family, including the five main elders of the direct bloodline and thirteen leading stewards of the collateral branches.

Naturally, Feng Yuan was among them.

In the meeting hall, Feng Qingtian explained the entire situation in detail.

After hearing the explanation, Feng Qingyun immediately spoke without hesitation: "The Seventh Prince helped us in the past. If we help another prince, we'll be going against him!"

With this statement, the hall fell into silence.

When it came to choosing sides among the princes, it seemed like a choice, but in reality, there was only one option the Seventh Prince.

The Feng family had always valued loyalty. Choosing another prince would mean sending the Seventh Prince to his death, something that went against the family's values.

Feng He frowned and said, "I've done some research on the situation in the Jinghong Empire. The Seventh Prince's forces are weak, with only two level 6 experts, while the First Prince has nine, including three at the peak of the Level 6 ."

"The gap in strength is too great."

At these words, those who had been inclined to help the Seventh Prince fell silent.

With such a large disparity in strength, how could they possibly win?

The hall erupted in discussion, but no one could give a clear answer on whether to support the Seventh Prince or to remain neutral.

Some suggested that the best option was to flee and avoid taking sides altogether. If they fled now, even if the Feng family were to be targeted for revenge after the battle for the throne, it wouldn't be easy to find them.

After an hour of debate, no conclusion was reached.

Finally, Feng Qingtian turned to Feng Yuan.

"Yuan'er, do you have any suggestions?"

All eyes in the room turned to Feng Yuan, filled with hope. Every time the family had faced a difficult situation, Feng Yuan had been the one to resolve it.

Would it be the same this time?

Feng Yuan spoke calmly, "There's no need for indecision. Since our Feng family owes Lin Jin a great debt, we should help him."

"If Father chooses not to help anyone, no one would dare to come after us anyway."

His confidence was palpable, and the mood in the room stabilized somewhat.

In Feng Yuan's view, if the Jinghong Empire dared to seek revenge, he would have no issue replacing their emperor or even wiping out the entire empire.

A royal faction with only Level 7 cultivators was no different from ants in his eyes.

Hearing Feng Yuan's words, Feng Qingtian made his decision.

"We will help Lin Jin!"

The debt owed to him had to be repaid. Feng Qingtian also couldn't stand idly by while Lin Jin went to his death.

Though the collateral branch stewards were not as familiar with Feng Yuan, they knew that all of the Feng family's progress had been thanks to him. They trusted his judgment completely.

Feng Yuan then added, "I will go to the Jinghong Empire myself. I've been wanting to visit it anyway."

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