Father's Advice

Looking at the messy scene full of bloodstains, Yue Qingyin frowned slightly. "But I'm curious: aren't you also a member of the Feng family? Why did you strike against your own kin?"

What she couldn't understand even more was that, with Feng Wuchen's talent, he should be considered a rare treasure in a place like Fallen Phoenix City. Why, then, was the Feng family so harsh towards him?

Feng Wuchen's answer was straightforward: "They stole from my sister!"

With that, he turned and walked toward the small courtyard.

"Sister?"

Yue Qingyin's brows furrowed even more. To be willing to sever ties with the Feng family and even kill two members over this, the weight of this "sister" in his heart must be considerable!

In that instant, she became even more curious about the man in front of her, and without hesitation, she followed him.

When they reached the courtyard, Feng Wuchen hurried inside. At that moment, the room's temperature had risen to a frightening level.

Swiftly, Feng Wuchen hung the Cold Marrow back around Feng Ning's neck, and her flushed little face gradually returned to normal.

Feeling her body temperature start to drop, Feng Wuchen finally let out a long sigh of relief. "Just in time!"

"She has a natural Fire Spirit Body!" Unexpectedly, Yue Qingyin immediately identified Feng Ning's constitution.

"You know?"

Yue Qingyin quickly stepped forward, feeling Feng Ning's pulse, her expression growing more astonished. "She's on the verge of awakening. At most, in half a year, this piece of Cold Marrow will no longer be able to suppress the fire energy within her."

Yue Qingyin didn't need to remind him; Feng Wuchen was already well aware of this. "I know."

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"None of your concern!"

"…"

Feng Wuchen's response left Yue Qingyin speechless. As a sword cultivator, she was already seen as prideful, but she hadn't expected this guy to be even more arrogant than she was.

"Go to Qingchen Sect! It's situated atop the Snow Mountain. The millennium-old ice there never melts, and the cold energy from it could help suppress her fire energy somewhat."

Qingchen Sect, huh?

Feng Wuchen sank into thought because he knew Yue Qingyin's suggestion wasn't just baseless.

But her method would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. The only way to truly suppress the evil fire was for the Phoenix to cultivate and grow strong enough to control it!

"It seems like you really want me to join Qingchen Sect?"

"I simply don't want to see a talent like you buried by a bunch of blind fools! Nor can I stand to watch a little girl die so tragically at such a young age."

Feng Wuchen's lips curved upward. "Rest assured, seven days from now, I won't lose! For me, and for Ning'er…"

Yue Qingyin couldn't help but glance at Feng Ning on the bed. She suddenly asked, "Is it just the two of you left here? What about your parents?"

Hearing this question, memories flashed vividly in Feng Wuchen's mind.

Thirteen years ago, his father had brought him, then only four years old, and his pregnant mother to the Feng family in Fallen Phoenix City.

Although his memory was hazy, he could vaguely recall that in front of his father, even the head and elders of the Feng family were extremely respectful.

Then, the change came on that rainy night six months later.

That night, his mother gave birth to Feng Ning. His father handed the swaddled baby sister to him.

"Chen'er… protect your sister!"

Those words were the last his father ever spoke to him and his only request.

By the next morning, when the rain stopped, his father and mother were gone forever.

"They… died."

Feng Wuchen's voice was calm, as if he were speaking of strangers.

"Died…"

Yue Qingyin wanted to say more, but Feng Wuchen interrupted her. "Do you still have any business?"

The woman took a deep breath. "The sect elders will arrive in Fallen Phoenix City in seven days. Until then, I have no place to stay. Your courtyard is spacious; I'm sure staying here for a few days won't be a problem?"

Feng Wuchen's eyelid twitched. "I'm sure, if you wanted to, you could stay anywhere in the entire Feng family residence."

"Them?" Yue Qingyin crossed her arms and sneered. "They don't deserve me! Don't worry; I won't freeload. Seven days until the duel—I'll help you train with the sword!"

Upon hearing this, a smile gradually formed on Feng Wuchen's lips. "Deal!"

---

At the same time, in a part of the Feng family estate, Feng Changyun and his son were scheming.

"How did that trash suddenly become a sword cultivator? He doesn't even have a sword-type spiritual vein. Besides, there's no sword cultivation method in the entire Feng family or Fallen Phoenix City!"

Feng Changyun was both confused and enraged. Sword cultivators had limitless potential!

A sword cultivator's potential far surpassed even the Heavenly Spirit Vein talent of Feng Mo.

How could such an opportunity fall into the hands of that waste?

Feng Changyun's jealousy was evident. He couldn't bring himself to resent true geniuses like Yue Qingyin, before whom he wouldn't dare make a sound.

But he couldn't stand the thought of the waste, whom they had always trampled on, rising above them!

To them, a waste should remain a waste forever; becoming stronger was almost criminal.

Feng Mo confidently said, "Don't worry, Father. Sword cultivators are only invincible among peers. My cultivation is much higher, and I have a Heavenly Spirit Vein. He can't beat me! In the duel seven days from now, I'm 90% sure of victory!"

Feng Changyun shook his head. "Ninety percent isn't enough. Either do nothing or ensure success! What if, within these seven days, I can raise your cultivation to the second level of Qi Condensation Realm?"

Feng Mo's eyes lit up. "Really? If so, that waste won't stand a chance!"

"Good! Remember, seven days from now, you must not let him leave the stage alive. Otherwise, he'll become a disaster!"

"I understand!"

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That night, Feng Changyun, wearing a black cloak, quietly made his way to the Lin family.

Inside the room, Feng Changyun and Lin Cang sat facing each other, but Lin Cang's expression was grim.

"What are you here for? A year ago, you gave Feng Wuchen's Earth-level spiritual vein to the Lin family, and we gave your son cultivation resources, making him the heir. We are even now, aren't we?"

Feng Changyun laughed. "Yes… we've settled that matter, but your grudge with Feng Wuchen isn't over!"

Lin Cang raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Feng Changyun sneered. "Although I don't know what happened, that waste has restored his cultivation and even become a sword cultivator. Do you think he'll spare us? If he joins Qingchen Sect, our families are doomed! The upcoming duel is our only chance."

Lin Cang's deep eyes glared at Feng Changyun. "Your son is already at Qi Condensation Realm. He should be able to handle him, right?"

"Lin Yi and Feng Changyi were also at Qi Condensation Realm, yet both died to his sword! A sword cultivator's strength can't be measured by normal standards."

"And so? It's not my battle. I can't control the outcome."

Feng Changyun smiled. "Don't pretend, Old Master Lin. I know the Lin family has a Body Tempering Pill that can raise a Qi Condensation expert's level!"

Lin Cang's eyes narrowed. "You mean to give it to Feng Mo, so he can defeat Feng Wuchen? You have it all planned out! But the Body Tempering Pill is our treasure. Why should I just hand it over?"

"It's not for free! Feng Wuchen is our common enemy, and this duel is our only chance to kill him. If he joins Qingchen Sect, your Lin family will be wiped out!"

Seeing Lin Cang remain unmoved, Feng Changyun sighed. "Fine… If you won't help, then I'll pretend I never came."

"Wait!"

Just as Feng Changyun was about to leave, Lin Cang stopped him. On the table in front of him, there was now a small, delicate box.

"This pill was reserved for my granddaughter Lin Wan, but she doesn't need it anymore. Take it."

Hearing this, Feng Changyun's pupils trembled. She doesn't need it anymore?

Could Lin Wan already be nearing Gold Body Realm, or perhaps she had even broken through in just a year!

Qingchen Sect… truly a paradise for cultivation.

He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of hope. With his son's talent, he was sure that day would come for him as well!