Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

"You're going alone?"

Feng Qingtian looked concerned, and the others in the hall exchanged glances, their faces full of doubt.

Feng Yuan had claimed that his strength was only at the early Level 5 layer , although no one really believed him.

Even if his combat power could rival someone at the peak of the Level 5 layer , it didn't seem significant in the battle for the throne, where Level 6 cultivators would dominate.

Feng Yuan calmly said, "Don't worry. With me there, the Seventh Prince will win the fight for the throne. No one can take it from him."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked again.

The battlefield for the Nine Dragons Battle for Supremacy was dominated by level 6 experts. Could Feng Yuan really sweep through his rivals?

After thinking for a moment, Feng Qingtian finally nodded and said, "Alright."

He had complete trust in his son. Feng Yuan was mysterious and powerful, certainly more than just a Level 5 cultivator, though he had never openly said so.

Besides, with his powerful and mysterious master backing him, Feng Qingtian felt assured that, even if the Seventh Prince didn't win, Feng Yuan would at least return unharmed.

The Feng family quickly concluded their discussions, deciding that Feng Yuan would be the only one accompanying Lin Jin, while the rest of the family would maintain the status quo.

Outside Myriad demons city.

Three royal dragon horse carriages stood parked, and those passing by gazed at them in terror. The carriages bore the exclusive mark of the royal family of the Jinghong Empire.

Feng Yuan and Lin Jin emerged from the city, and as Lin Jin glanced at the calm-faced young man beside him, his eyes filled with doubt.

Could this youth really help him win the throne?

Recalling Feng Qingtian's firm tone before departure, Lin Jin found himself confused. Could it be that Feng Qingtian was playing a joke on him?

Feng Yuan's QI was only at level 5 . How could someone like that influence the fight for the throne?

The battle for the crown wasn't just about killing rival princes. It occurred in two phases.

The first phase involved trying to reduce the number of one's competitors before the official battle for the throne began.

Once the true fight for the throne started, the current Emperor Jinghong would oversee the proceedings, during which the princes' strongest followers would fight each other.

The winner would be crowned the next heir.

It wasn't just about strength; political strategy and intelligence were crucial.

Among the nine princes, the First Prince was the strongest, but the Second and Third Princes each had only two fewer level 6 cultivators.

If they allied temporarily, they would pose a serious threat to the First Prince.

Now, with only seven days left before the Nine Dragons Battle, Lin Jin had only two loyal subordinates.

His chances of victory were slim.

Lin Jin didn't even count Feng Yuan as part of his team. He assumed the Feng family had sent Feng Yuan simply to avoid souring their relationship.

But he held no grudge. His odds were too low to begin with, and even with the Feng family's help, it wouldn't change the outcome.

He didn't want to drag the Feng family down into ruin because of him.

Lin Jin sighed inwardly. In just over ten years, Feng Qingtian had become such a shrewd, worldly man.

If he didn't want to help, he should have just refused. Why send Feng Yuan to die alongside him?

"Greetings, Seventh Prince!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward to greet them by the dragon carriages, but his gaze lingered on Feng Yuan, his brow furrowing slightly.

Level 5 layer ?

Lin Jin calmly introduced, "This is Feng Yuan, the young master of the Feng family. He will be accompanying us to the Jinghong Empire."

He didn't elaborate further, clearly not holding Feng Yuan in high regard.

Zane Zhang, Lin Jin's level 6 early-layer subordinate, frowned as well. He sighed inwardly. It seemed the Seventh Prince hadn't managed to recruit any other Level 6 experts.

He was worried. With only two level 6 experts under the prince's command, the situation looked grim.

"Your Highness!" Zane Zhang's face was filled with concern. Without any additional level 6 experts, the Seventh Prince's prospects were dim.

Lin Jin waved dismissively. "Let's go. We'll discuss this later."

Neither Lin Jin nor Zane Zhang paid much attention to Feng Yuan. After all, he was just a level 5 layer cultivator. No matter how talented, how strong could he really be?

Soon, the dragon horses lifted their hooves and soared into the sky, vanishing into the horizon.

These hybrid dragon horses were tamed by the founding emperor of the Jinghong Empire, and they had since become exclusive mounts of the royal family. They could travel on the wind and were as fast as a peak level 5 layer cultivator.

Feng Yuan sat inside the carriage, watching the landscape speed by. He began to consider whether he should get himself a flashy mount.

But no ordinary beast would satisfy him; he would need to find at least a level 5.

That would have to wait for later.

At that moment, Feng Yuan's gaze shifted into the distance, and he smiled coldly.

"I didn't expect trouble to find us so quickly."

Just as he spoke, a ripple appeared in the sky ahead of the dragon carriages.

Suddenly, a massive void fissure opened, and four powerful attacks emerged, hurtling toward Lin Jin's carriage.

The sky churned, and the clouds above were swept up by the terrifying energy.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Zane Zhang's pupils shrank as he used all his strength to block the incoming attacks.

But the four strikes were too fierce, and being a sneak attack made it even harder for him to defend. A level 6 early-layer cultivator like him couldn't fully stop them.

"Ugh!"

Zane Zhang coughed up blood, his QI weakening dramatically.

An ambush!

Lin Jin's eyes filled with rage. Could they really be so eager to kill him already?

He glanced toward the other dragon carriage, where Feng Yuan was supposed to be, but it had already been completely destroyed.

Feng Yuan was dead, extinguishing the last of Lin Jin's hopes.

When he left the Feng family, Feng Qingtian had sworn that Feng Yuan was highly capable.

But now, it seems like an empty promise.

Lin Jin couldn't believe that his old friend was actually playing him for a fool.

"Hahaha, Seventh Prince, you won't escape today!"

A masked man clad in black appeared, his body exuding a terrifying blade aura that seemed capable of slicing through anything. Just looking at him made one's eyes ache.

Three more figures stepped out from the void, each radiating powerful energy.

Four level 6 mid-layer cultivator experts.

On Lin Jin's side, only Zane Zhang was a Level 6 early-layer cultivator. The outcome seemed obvious.

Lin Jin lifted his head and spoke coldly, "Did my eldest brother send you? Or my second brother?"

The blade-wielding man sneered, "As expected of the Seventh Prince. You can remain so calm in the face of death. It's a pity."

With those words, he raised his hand and struck at Zane Zhang. Lin Jin was only at the peak level 5 stage, so once Zane Zhang was dealt with, killing Lin Jin would be child's play.

Zane Zhang shouted, "Your Highness, run!"

"You think you can escape today?"

A chilling voice echoed, and within an instant, everything within a radius of several miles was frozen over. Even level 6 Zane Zhang shivered.

The moment this figure acted, Lin Jin knew who it was.

duan wuhan, Lord of the Frozen Valley, one of the First Prince's subordinates.

Zane Zhang let out a scream as one of his arms was severed. His face twisted in pain.

However, such an injury wasn't fatal to a level 6 cultivator. At this level, regrowing a limb wasn't difficult.

"Seventh Prince, it's time for you to die."

Duan wuhan 's voice was as cold as death, and a massive ice spike formed, hurtling toward Lin Jin.

The battle for the crown wasn't just about winning the throne. For these cultivators, it was also about their future.

If their prince ascended to the throne, they and their factions would benefit greatly.

If they lost, they would fall into the abyss. That's why they were even more determined to win than the princes themselves.

"Think you can kill me so easily?"

Lin Jin's eyes were icy cold, and his aura surged, breaking through the shackles, instantly advancing from the peak level 5 to the early level 6 layer.

He grabbed Zane Zhang and prepared to tear open the void to escape.

"Who would have thought? You're at Level 6 !"Duan wuhan's eyes were filled with surprise.