Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

At this moment, Lin Jin's eyes were filled with shock. It was Feng Yuan—how was this possible? He hadn't died?

From Feng Yuan, Lin Jin felt an overwhelming sense of pressure. His spiritual energy seemed to shrink back, almost frozen in his body, as though it had encountered a predator.

How terrifying!

The Feng family's young master, Feng Yuan, had such incredible strength?

Lin Jin had thought Feng Qingtian was joking when he sent Feng Yuan, but it turned out he was dead serious!

To exert this level of pressure, Feng Yuan must be a Level 7 powerhouse. If he could gain the support of a Level 7 expert, who could challenge him for the throne?

In the Jinghong Empire, there were only three Level 7 cultivators the Jinghong Emperor, the Grand General of the Nation, and the Imperial Tutor.

However, the latter two hadn't appeared in public for centuries, as they were in seclusion cultivation.

The Jinghong Emperor had made no rule forbidding Level 7 experts from participating in the battle for the throne. In his eyes, any prince who could secure the aid of a Level 7 expert demonstrated their own abilities.

Feng Yuan walked through the void, exuding an aura that struck terror into everyone present.

Although this aura was faint, it was infinitely more terrifying than the presence of a Level 7 stage expert.

Under its weight, everyone felt as if needles were pricking their skin, their bodies wracked with intense pain, and even their souls were on the verge of collapsing.

The Level 6 assassins who had ambushed Lin Jin were now filled with dread.

They vaguely realized that Feng Yuan must be the helper Lin Jin had enlisted.

If Lin Jin had managed to secure the support of a level 7 expert, wouldn't that make him unbeatable in the battle for the throne?

At that moment, they deeply regretted their actions. They had targeted the Seventh Prince, thinking him the weakest, only to find out he had the most powerful backer.

They were walking straight into their own deaths.

Feng Yuan emerged fully from the void, pulling out a longsword that appeared plain and unremarkable, devoid of any power.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible sword qi shot toward the distance. There were no grand fluctuations or special phenomena; it looked utterly ordinary.

Yet, that simple strike instantly killed one of the late level 6 layer cultivators standing in front of Lin Jin.

With each swing of his sword, Feng Yuan killed another, effortlessly cutting them down as though they were ants.

The most horrifying part was that no one could move. They were forced to watch as death approached, utterly powerless to stop it. This feeling of helplessness was the most agonizing.

In the end, all six of the level 6 assassins were killed as easily as chopping vegetables.

With that, the oppressive aura that had filled the heavens and earth disappeared, and Lin Jin regained his mobility.

He hurried over to Feng Yuan, his expression respectful as he said:

"Thank you, Young Master Feng, for your assistance!"

Although Feng Yuan was technically a junior, Lin Jin dared not act superior in his presence.

After all, this was a level 7 expert!

The way Feng Yuan had effortlessly slaughtered the six level 6 assassins filled Lin Jin with awe.

Had Feng Yuan wanted to kill him just now, it would have been just as easy.

Lin Jin was profoundly shaken. Feng Qingtian's son had a monstrous level of talent—he was already at level 7.

To reach level 7 at such a young age was incredibly rare, even in the entire Heaven of the Unknown.

Only the peerless geniuses of the sacred clans could rival such talent.

Lin Jin couldn't help but feel envious. Feng Qingtian had truly raised an exceptional son.

Feng Yuan nodded slightly, his voice calm as he said, "It was a small matter. Let's go."

Since the dragon horse carriages had been destroyed, the three of them had to continue their journey on foot. Lin Jin once again suppressed his cultivation to the level 5 , and Feng Yuan kept his aura masked at the same level.

Zane Zhang glanced at the two of them, unable to stop himself from swallowing nervously.

What a deception!

A level 6 cultivator pretending to be at level 5 was one thing, but a Level 7 powerhouse disguising themselves as a level 5 cultivator? That was another level.

Everything that had happened today left Zane Zhang with mixed emotions. Originally, he had owed Lin Jin a massive favor, which was why he had come to help him.

He had even been prepared to die, given how slim Lin Jin's chances were. But now his perspective had completely changed.

Lin Jin was far from the weakling he had appeared to be.

Moreover, with a Level 7 expert like Feng Yuan backing him, Lin Jin's odds of winning the throne had risen to at least ninety percent.

Zane Zhang's heart swelled with excitement, and he felt as though he had narrowly escaped death.

If Lin Jin became the new king, Zane Zhang could look forward to a promising future, just like the current Imperial Tutor and Grand General who had once supported the Jinghong Emperor's ascent to the throne.

Both Lin Jin and Feng Yuan moved at a steady pace, while Zane Zhang took the lead, tearing through the void as they made their way toward the Jinghong Empire.

The distance between the Five Great Cities and the Jinghong Empire was only a thousand miles, and soon, they had entered the empire's territory. Their destination was the capital, Jinghong City.

The Jinghong Empire, as a royal-level power, was vast, consisting of 27 counties, each spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Feng Yuan observed the surroundings with interest, noting that the spiritual energy in the Jinghong Empire was much richer than in the Five Great Cities. This meant a higher probability of finding rare treasures and spiritual stone mines.

The cities here were also much larger—each one was at least twice the size of Ancient Revival City.

In less than two hours, a massive city came into view.

They had arrived at Jinghong City!

In terms of scale, this city was about thirty times the size of Ancient Revival City—truly astonishing.

Lin Jin arranged for Feng Yuan to stay in a guest room within the royal palace, even assigning three beautiful women to serve him.

Lin Jin respectfully said, "Young Master Feng, if you need anything, feel free to let me know. I will do my best to accommodate you."

Feng Yuan smiled. "Thank you."

Seeing that Feng Yuan wasn't in the mood for further conversation, Lin Jin withdrew from the courtyard.

At the same time, news of Lin Jin's return to Jinghong City quickly reached the other princes. While some remained indifferent, three of them were visibly concerned.

At the Mu Prince's Manor, the residence of the First Prince, Lin Mu wore a grim expression as he coldly asked:

"Still no contact?"

An old man beside him nodded with a troubled look.

The First Prince took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "I joined forces with the Third and Fifth Princes, and yet the three of us couldn't take down the Seventh Prince. It seems he's far more dangerous than we thought. He managed to eliminate six level 6 experts."

Though his tone was calm, it was clear that beneath his words lay seething anger.

He had deployed a late level 6 layer and a mid level 6 layer expert, but both had been killed. This was a significant, irreparable loss.

He had originally commanded nine level 6 cultivators, but now only seven remained, narrowing the gap between him and the Second and Third Princes, which left him feeling deeply frustrated.

The old man pondered for a moment before speaking. "Your Highness, I believe it's not because of the Seventh Prince."

Lin Mu frowned. "You think one of the other princes is involved?"

The old man nodded, and Lin Mu fell into deep thought.

Everyone knew that Lin Jin's forces were weak. Even if he had hidden some of his strength, he still only had two Level 6 subordinates.

And with his cultivation only at level 5 , there was no way he could have killed six level 6 experts.

The only explanation was that another prince didn't want Lin Jin dead and had secretly intervened to protect him.

With this in mind, Lin Mu's expression grew colder. He snorted, "If they think they can muddy the waters, they should first ask themselves if they're qualified."