Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

Feng Yuan's attitude was so infuriating that Lin Yimeng wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

How could he be so irritating?

Any other man who saw her would have been tripping over himself to get her attention, but Feng Yuan seemed completely indifferent.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and brought the conversation back to its original purpose. She asked again"Master Feng, do you have any confidence in the battle for the throne?"

This was her main goal to gauge Feng Yuan's strength.

Despite Feng Yuan's dismissive attitude, Lin Yimeng still didn't believe that her father would bring back a useless person.

Others might think of Lin Jin as weak and insignificant, but Lin Yimeng knew better. Her father was an ambitious and strategic man.

He wouldn't do anything meaningless.

Feng Yuan's tone remained calm as he said, "I'm only at the level 5 , what confidence should I have?"

Lin Yimeng frowned, displeasure flashing in her eyes.

Though she could hold her temper, the elder standing beside her couldn't.

"Insolence!"

Feng Yuan's behavior was simply too infuriating. A mere level 5 layer cultivator, acting so arrogantly!

With a shout, Gongsun Yang unleashed his mid level 6 layer pressure, enveloping Feng Yuan in an instant.

Any ordinary level 5 cultivator would have collapsed to the ground, but Feng Yuan remained unfazed.

What was going on?

Gongsun Yang frowned, confusion flashing across his face.

Just then, Feng Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and an invisible force of oppression descended upon Gongsun Yang.

In an instant, it felt as if Gongsun Yang was trapped in the depths of the underworld, surrounded by malevolent spirits. His eyes filled with terror, and his body turned ice-cold.

Despair and helplessness washed over him.

When Gongsun Yang looked at Feng Yuan again, it was as if he were gazing upon a god, someone far above him and untouchable.

Gongsun Yang gulped, his legs trembling as he instinctively took a step back.

Lin Yimeng noticed Gongsun Yang's strange behavior and looked at him in confusion.

"Master?"

Gongsun Yang had been Lin Yimeng's master since she was a child, and he had decided to risk his life to help her during this crisis in Jin Prince's Manor.

Feng Yuan withdrew his gaze, and the oppressive force that had enveloped Gongsun Yang vanished instantly.

Gongsun Yang felt as though he had come back to life, his face filled with fear as he hurried forward to bow respectfully. "I was disrespectful. Please, forgive me, my lord."

Though he didn't know exactly what cultivation level Feng Yuan had reached, the pressure alone suggested he was at least at the mid-layer level 7 .

He never imagined that Jin Prince could invite someone of such caliber!

Seeing Gongsun Yang's respectful demeanor, Lin Yimeng was shocked. Her teacher was at the mid Level 6 layer, and even he had to be so reverent toward Feng Yuan. This meant that Feng Yuan was far more formidable than she had guessed.

It seemed her instincts had been correct!

But what had just happened?

Lin Yimeng gave Feng Yuan a charming smile.

"Master Feng, we won't disturb you any further. Please continue to rest."

At that moment, she found herself thinking that Feng Yuan seemed quite impressive after all.

Feng Yuan nodded and closed his eyes again, content to enjoy his leisurely time.

Once they were far from Feng Yuan's courtyard, Lin Yimeng stopped and asked with a serious expression "Master, what's going on with Feng Yuan?"

Gongsun Yang swallowed hard, still shaken. His voice trembled slightly as he replied, "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

Lin Yimeng frowned in confusion. What did he mean by "I don't know"?

Gongsun Yang's face was grim as he said, "This person... we must not offend him. His strength is terrifying. Beyond that, I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yimeng began to form a clearer picture of Feng Yuan.

She couldn't help but wonder how Feng Yuan had gone from being a mere level 3 cultivator two years ago to such a fearsome figure.

Feng Yuan was not yet twenty-one years old. Given his supreme spirit root, even with accelerated cultivation, Level 5 should have been his limit by now.

Lin Yimeng was filled with curiosity. Even before meeting Feng Yuan, she had been intrigued by this man, shrouded in mystery.

She glanced back toward his courtyard, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"I hope he can help my father win the throne. Otherwise..."

In the battle for the throne, only one victor could emerge. If they lost, the consequences would be disastrous. They had no choice but to press forward.

Time passed quickly, and soon the day of the battle for the throne arrived.

The Imperial Martial Arena the largest arena in Serene Radiance City could hold millions of spectators.

Many people from across the Jinghong Empire had come to witness the grand event. The entire arena was filled with excited chatter.

The Nine Princes' Battle for the Throne!

Such an event had never been heard of before.

Likewise, the fact that the nine princes were openly competing for the throne was unprecedented in the history of the Jinghong Empire.

In the past, the princes had always accumulated power in secret, using various schemes to eliminate one another before one eventually seized the throne.

But this time, things were different.

It was likely because Jinghong King was too powerful. He was at the half-layer level 8 , an incredibly fearsome level.

As long as Jinghong King remained alive, the empire would never fall, no matter how fiercely the princes fought.

And once someone became Jinghong King, they would enjoy all the empire's resources, making it easy to break through to Level 7. They would also wield ultimate authority who wouldn't be tempted by that?

The real reason for the battle was likely because Jinghong King was eager to enter seclusion and advance further. He didn't have time to wait for the princes to compete behind the scenes, so he decided to make them compete directly.

"The Nine Princes' Battle for the Throne! This is so exciting it was worth the journey all the way from Qingyang County!"

"So, who do you think will win? I think the First Prince has this in the bag."

"I'm not so sure. I heard the First Prince's men suffered an accident a few days ago. He had nine Level 6 experts, but now he only has seven. Apparently, he lost a mid layer level 6 and and early level 6 layer expert."

"So what? The First Prince still has three peak level 6 layer cultivator experts with him. That's more than enough to crush the others. The Second and Third Princes only have one peak level 6 layer expert each."

The Imperial Martial Arena buzzed with excitement as people speculated about who would win the battle for the throne.

Most placed their bets on the First Prince, given his overwhelming strength.

"You're all talking about who will win, but I'll tell you one thing there's no way the Seventh Prince will."

"I second that!"

"It's hilarious. I saw the list of fighters for the battle, and the Seventh Prince actually has a level 5 fighter. Is he that desperate?"

"This battle is full of Level 6 cultivators, yet the Seventh Prince brought a level 5 expert. What a joke! Does he really think someone like that deserves to be Jinghong King? Ridiculous!"

The mockery of the Seventh Prince echoed throughout the arena. No one believed he had any chance of winning.

When people talked about the Seventh Prince, it was as if they were laughing at a clown.

After all, level 5 warriors exist everywhere...