Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

"Hahaha, is this really a level 5 cultivator? Is the Seventh Prince joking?"

"Don't laugh, maybe he's hiding his true cultivation."

"How is that possible? If he hid his cultivation down to Level 5 , wouldn't others be able to see through it?"

"If this Feng Yuan real cultivation was above level 6 , do you think the First Prince would let wie zhou challenge him?"

"A mere level 5 cultivator like Feng Yuan . he's lowering the standard of this royal battle. How can he even be worthy of participating?"

The crowd's mocking and sarcastic voices rang out. The appearance of the only level 5 cultivator in the contest for the throne was seen as utterly ridiculous. It was almost impossible to fathom what the Seventh Prince was thinking by allowing a mere level 5 cultivator to enter—was he really that desperate?

On the stage, Wie Zhou's lips curled into a sneer, clearly looking down on Feng Yuan . But Feng Yuan ignored all the jeering voices and casually drew a sword. The sword wasn't anything special, just a low-grade Earth-tier sword.

The eunuch, Gao Gonggong, glanced at the Hong Emperor. If nothing surprising happened, the Seventh Prince would soon be eliminated, and he had to seek his master's approval. The Hong Emperor, with an indifferent expression, nodded slightly. As long as nothing outrageous occurred during the battle, he wouldn't interfere.

Gao Gonggong's sharp voice announced: "Begin."

As his voice fell, a flash of blood-red light erupted from the center of the stage. Feng yuan had vanished without anyone noticing, and Wie zhou's body was suddenly cleaved in half from head to toe, blood splattering everywhere. The scene was gruesome.

Feng Yuan muttered to himself, "Still couldn't control my strength. Even with my cultivation suppressed to the level 5 , it's not enough. I'll need to suppress my Hongmeng Immortal Body as well."

The fully developed The Great Hongmeng Immortal Body was simply too powerful, drastically increasing his speed. Even though Feng Yuan had held back, he still ended up killing Wie Zhou instantly.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence as Wie Zhou's sudden demise left everyone speechless. Even the Hong Emperor showed a rare expression of surprise, clearly not expecting things to turn out like this.

After a while, the crowd finally regained their senses, their eyes filled with disbelief.

What just happened?

 Wie Zhou was killed in an instant?

Isn't he supposed to be a level 5 cultivator? How could he kill someone in the late level 6 so effortlessly?

"Oh my god, is this really the Seventh Prince's man?"

"I guess we can't underestimate any of the princes. Feng Yuan must be hiding his true cultivation."

"To be able to instantly kill someone in the late Level 6 , he must at least be at the peak of the Level 6."

The crowd was left stunned and in awe. Feng Yuan's strength had completely shocked them.

On the preparation platform, the First Prince's face turned pale with fury, his eyes burning with a terrifying killing intent. Feng Yuan had hidden his true cultivation, and the fact that the First Prince hadn't seen through it was hard for him to accept. Now it seemed there were only two possibilities for Feng Yuan : either he had a treasure that could conceal his aura, or he was a top-tier expert, most likely at the Half-layer level 7 at the very least.

Lin Mu, the First Prince, glanced at Lin Jin, his expression cold and dark. He hadn't anticipated Lin Jin possessing such a trump card, taking advantage of his relaxed guard to kill Wie Zhou with some kind of special treasure, just like with Gong Sun Ming earlier.

Clearly, in Lin Mu's mind, Feng Yuan himself didn't have the power to kill Wie Zhou. He believed it must have been due to a powerful artifact given to Feng Yuan by Lin Jin that allowed him to deliver the fatal blow.

Lin Mu took a deep breath and turned to the middle-aged man behind him, saying, "Master Ban Xing, I'll leave this to you."

Ban Xing was the strongest under his command, and after losing two men to Lin Jin, the First Prince couldn't afford any more losses. Otherwise, his reputation would be severely damaged.

Ban Xing nodded, his expression serious, and immediately vanished from sight.

On the stage, when the crowd saw Ban Xing appear, their eyes flickered with doubt. It was clear they didn't recognize this man. Could he be from outside the Hong Empire?

Although the audience didn't know Ban Xing , the powerful aura he exuded struck fear into the hearts of many.

"Peak level 6 layer !" someone whispered.

Such a powerful expert was just one step away from becoming a Level 7 cultivator. How could a mere Level 5 cultivator like Feng Yuan possibly defeat such a strong opponent?

"There's no way Feng Yuan can win now, even if he has a hidden trump card. The gap between Level 6 and Level 5 is too vast."

Although the audience was filled with tension, many couldn't help but feel that the Seventh Prince's man, Feng Yuan , couldn't possibly overcome such an overwhelming challenge.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the platform, Lin Yimeng, the Seventh Prince's daughter, clenched her hands tightly, her palms slick with sweat. She couldn't help but pray in her heart: "Feng Yuan , you must win!"

Ban Xing stared coldly at Feng Yuan and said, "You were lucky to kill Wie Zhou, but this ends now. You stand no chance against me today."

"I'll show you just how big the gap is between a level 5 cultivator and a level 6 master."

 Feng Yuan remained silent, his face calm, but the corners of his lips curled in a mocking smile.

Gao Gonggong's voice once again rang out: "Begin!"

Instantly, both figures clashed, fierce sword intent filling the air.

What!?

Lin Mu's expression turned to disbelief. Feng Yuan was keeping up with Ban Xing's speed, suggesting that Feng Yuan might also be at the peak of the Level 6 . But if that were true, why couldn't Lin Mu see through his cultivation?

On the platform, Feng Yuan moved with ghostly precision, his sword in hand. Although it appeared that the two were evenly matched, in reality, Feng Yuan was landing blow after blow on Ban Xing, leaving cuts and injuries all over his body, while Ban Xing couldn't even touch him.

The difference in strength was clear.

Ban Xing's face darkened with anger and frustration. He had underestimated Feng Yuan , who was clearly hiding his true abilities. Could Feng Yuan really be a Half-layer Level 5 master?

Just as Ban Xing was lost in thought, a swift slash from Feng Yuan 's sword carved a deep, gaping wound in Ban Xing's chest. The crowd gasped.

How could a level 5 cultivator be this powerful?