Yue Qingyin's delicate brows furrowed as she surveyed the mess and bloodstains on the ground: "But I'm very curious, aren't you also a Feng Family member? Why would you kill your own kin?"
What she understood even less was, with Feng Wuchen's talent, he should be considered a treasure in a place like Luofeng City, right? Why did the Feng Family treat him so poorly?
Feng Wuchen's answer was still concise: "They stole something from my sister!"
After speaking, he walked towards the small courtyard.
"Sister?"
Yue Qingyin's brows furrowed even tighter. To kill two Feng Family members and completely break ties with the Feng Family for this, it seems this "sister" holds a very important place in his heart!
Suddenly, she became even more curious about the man in front of her, and then she followed him.
Upon reaching the small courtyard, Feng Wuchen quickly entered the house. At this moment, the temperature inside the house was terrifyingly high.
Feng Wuchen swiftly re-hung the cold marrow around Feng Ning's neck, and her flushed little face gradually returned to normal.
Feeling Feng Ning's body temperature begin to drop, Feng Wuchen finally let out a long breath.
"I made it just in time!"
"A natural Fire Spirit Body!" To her surprise, Yue Qingyin immediately identified Feng Ning's physique.
"You know?"
Yue Qingyin quickly stepped forward, felt Feng Ning's pulse, and her expression grew even more surprised.
"She is already on the verge of awakening. In at most half a year, this cold marrow will no longer be able to suppress the fire within her body."
Of course, Feng Wuchen didn't need Yue Qingyin to remind him of this; he had already known it clearly.
"I know."
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"None of your business!"
"..."
Feng Wuchen's reply left Yue Qingyin speechless. As a sword cultivator, her usual demeanor was considered arrogant by outsiders, but she hadn't expected this guy to be even more arrogant than her.
"Go to the Qingchen Sect! The Qingchen Sect stands on the peak of a snow-capped mountain. The profound ice in the mountain range never melts, and the cold air it emits can suppress her a little."
The Qingchen Sect?
Feng Wuchen fell into deep thought, because he knew that what Yue Qingyin had just said was not an exaggeration.
However, the method the woman mentioned could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
Because there was only one way to completely suppress the Evil Fire Phoenix: to become stronger through cultivation and thereby control it!
"You seem to really want me to join the Qingchen Sect, don't you?"
"I just don't want to watch a genius be buried by these short-sighted people! Similarly, I can't bear to see a little girl perish at such a regrettable age."
Feng Wuchen's lips curved slightly: "Don't worry, in seven days, I won't lose! For me, and for Ning'er..."
Yue Qingyin couldn't help but glance at Feng Ning on the bed a few more times, then suddenly asked, "Are only the two of you, siblings, left here? Where are your parents?"
Upon hearing this question, memories from the depths of Feng Wuchen's mind suddenly surfaced one after another.
Thirteen years ago, his father brought him, then only four years old, and his pregnant mother to the Feng Family in Luofeng City.
Although his memories were somewhat blurry, he vaguely remembered that even the Feng Family's Patriarch and elders were respectful in front of his father.
The change occurred on a rainy night half a year later.
That night, his mother gave birth, Feng Ning was born, and his father handed his swaddled sister to him.
"Chen'er... protect your sister!"
Those were the last words his father spoke to him, and his only instruction.
By the next morning, when the rain stopped, his father and mother never returned.
"They... died!"
As he spoke, Feng Wuchen's face was as calm as an ancient well, as if he were discussing two strangers.
"Died..."
Yue Qingyin wanted to say something more, but Feng Wuchen interrupted her: "Do you still need anything?"
The woman took a deep breath: "The sect elders won't arrive in Luofeng City for another seven days, and I don't have a place to stay temporarily. Your place is quite spacious; it shouldn't be a problem for me to stay for a few days, right?"
Feng Wuchen's eyelids twitched slightly: "I believe that if you want to, you can stay wherever you like in the entire Feng Family mansion!"
"Them?" Yue Qingyin crossed her arms and scoffed, "They're not worthy! Don't worry, I won't stay for free. The arena battle is in seven days; for these seven days, I'll practice swordsmanship with you!"
Upon hearing this, a smile gradually formed on Feng Wuchen's lips.
"Deal!"
"..."
At the same time, somewhere in the Feng Family mansion, Feng Changyun and his son were plotting something.
"How did that good-for-nothing suddenly become a sword cultivator? He doesn't even have a sword-type spirit vein, and not to mention the Feng Family, even the entire Luofeng City shouldn't have any sword cultivation techniques!"
Mentioning this, Feng Changyun was both puzzled and gnashing his teeth in anger.
A sword cultivator was a being with boundless prospects!
The potential of a sword cultivator definitely surpassed that of Feng Mo, who possessed a Heavenly Spirit Vein.
Why did such a great opportunity fall upon that good-for-nothing?
Feng Changyun at this moment was a typical narrow-minded person.
People like them dared not resent true geniuses, such as Yue Qingyin!
In front of her, he didn't even dare to fart.
But he could not tolerate a good-for-nothing, who they had always trampled underfoot, rising up!
In their eyes, a good-for-nothing should remain a good-for-nothing for life. If he now became stronger than them, that was a sin!
Feng Mo confidently smiled: "Don't worry, Father, a sword cultivator is only invincible among those of the same realm. My cultivation is far ahead of his, and I also have a Heavenly Spirit Vein. He can't possibly be my opponent! In the battle seven days from now, I have a ninety percent chance of defeating him!"
Feng Changyun shook his head: "Ninety percent is not enough. Either don't do it, or make sure it's foolproof! What if, within these seven days, I can raise your cultivation to the second heaven of the Yuqi Realm?"
A sharp glint flashed in Feng Mo's eyes: "Really? If that's the case, that good-for-nothing won't have even a ten percent chance of winning!"
"Good! You remember, in seven days, you must not let that good-for-nothing leave the arena alive, otherwise, there will be endless trouble!"
"I understand!"
"..."
As night fell, Feng Changyun, cloaked in black, quietly arrived at the Lin Family.
In the room, Feng Changyun and Lin Cang sat opposite each other, the latter's expression not looking good.
"Why are you here? A year ago, you gave Feng Wuchen's Earth-grade spirit vein to the Lin Family, and the Lin Family gave your son cultivation resources to make him a young master. We're even, aren't we?"
Feng Changyun smiled: "Yes... we're even on that matter, but Feng Wuchen and you all aren't even yet!"
Lin Cang raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"
Feng Changyun snorted: "Hmph! Although I don't know what happened, that good-for-nothing has now recovered his cultivation and become a sword cultivator. Do you think he will let us off? If he truly enters the Qingchen Sect and becomes powerful, our two families will face utter destruction! The martial arts competition seven days from now is our only chance."
Lin Cang's deep eyes stared at Feng Changyun, and he spoke coldly: "Your son is already at the Yuqi Realm cultivation, he should be able to deal with him, right?"
"Lin Yi and Feng Changyi were also at the Yuqi Realm, didn't they both die by his sword? He's a sword cultivator; his combat power cannot be measured by ordinary standards!"
"So what? It's not this old man who will be on the arena then; I don't have a say in the outcome."
Feng Changyun smiled faintly: "Old Family Head Lin, don't keep hiding it, alright? I know the Lin Family still has a Body Tempering Pill. It can allow a Yuqi Realm expert to advance one minor realm!"
Lin Cang gradually narrowed his eyes: "You mean, you want me to give the Body Tempering Pill to Feng Mo so that he has absolute confidence in killing Feng Wuchen? You're certainly good at scheming! But the Body Tempering Pill is a treasure of my Lin Family; why should I give it to you for free?"
"This isn't giving it to me for free! Feng Wuchen is now everyone's enemy, and the arena battle in seven days is the only chance to kill him! Otherwise, once he becomes a true disciple of the Qingchen Sect, your Lin Family can just wait for its demise!"
After speaking, seeing Lin Cang still unmoved, Feng Changyun sighed: "Fine... Since Old Family Head Lin doesn't believe me, then just pretend I never came!"
"Wait!"
Feng Changyun was about to get up when Lin Cang called out to him.
When he turned back, a delicate small box had appeared on the table in front of Lin Cang.
"This pill was originally reserved for my granddaughter, Lin Wan, but she no longer needs it now. You can take it!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Changyun's pupils trembled slightly.
No longer needed?
Could it be that in just one year, Lin Wan was already on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Body Realm, or even... had already broken through to the Golden Body Realm?
The Qingchen Sect... indeed, it was a cultivation holy land that everyone yearned for!
He secretly clenched his fists, his heart surging with excitement.
With my son's talent, this day will come sooner or later!
