The atmosphere at the scene fell into a deathly silence as everyone stared in disbelief at what had just happened.

Li Haishan being crippled had already been shocking enough, but Li Qiu being killed by Feng Yuan in a single blow was truly terrifying. Li Qiu wasn't just a Level 4 early-layer cultivator; he was at the late-Layer l . Even Feng Yuan Qingyun would have struggled to take him down, let alone a junior like Feng Yuan . Yet, this seemingly impossible event had happened right before their eyes. Li Qiu had been killed by Feng Yuan , and it had happened instantly.

Even the members of the Feng Yuan Family were stunned, their eyes wide like saucers, their mouths agape in disbelief. Feng Qingyun, Feng Yuanba, and the four elders were utterly bewildered, their hearts surging with waves of shock.

After a brief moment of silence, the members of the Feng Family erupted with cheers: "Young Master!" "Young Master!" "It turns out the Young Master's cultivation wasn't crippled, and he's even advanced further, capable of killing a late-Layer Level 4 cultivator like Li Qiu. Truly, the heavens bless the Feng Family!"

Some of the clan elders had tears in their eyes, their faces full of excitement. Meanwhile, some who had been watching the spectacle from the shadows had darkened expressions.

Feng Yuan wasn't crippled after all!

A man with a scarred face, standing a few streets away, had a grim look. His eyes were cold as he spoke quietly to someone in the shadows: "Quickly, report back to the master about this situation. Feng Yuan's cultivation hasn't been crippled; he must have been hiding it all along. I suspect he broke through to the Level 4 long ago, and now he's possibly at the late stage or even at its peak. If he can reach such a level at such a young age, it won't be long before he ascends to the Level 5 . Tell the master to act against the Feng Family swiftly, or it will only get harder later."

"And also, send word to the Wang Family. Tell them to take concrete action soon. If they think they can wait around to reap the benefits without getting their hands dirty, they're wrong!"

Soon, there was a response from the shadows: "As you command."

The scar-faced man turned to look at Feng Yuan in the distance, his eyes filled with apprehension: "To have reached such a cultivation level at just a few years old, Feng Yuan must be hiding some major secrets. No wonder the Feng Family has a hefty bounty on their heads."

Thinking this, a sinister smile spread across his face: "Maybe this is an opportunity. If we can seize everything from the Feng Family, all their secrets will be ours, and the rewards will be immense.Feng Yuan , you have quite the fate, don't you? Even sending thirty death warriors wasn't enough to kill you."

...

In front of the Feng Family's residence, Feng Yuanba and Feng Qingyun quickly walked up to Feng Yuan . They had countless doubts in their hearts, but they still moved to shield Feng Yuan. Feng Qingyun coldly addressed the onlookers: "Li Qiu took it upon himself to attack a junior of our clan and got himself killed. He brought it upon himself. If the Li Family has any objections, they are welcome to come to our Su Family for an explanation."

Previously, without Feng Yuan , their confidence had been somewhat lacking. But now that Feng Yuan's cultivation had not only recovered but had grown even stronger, enabling him to kill a late-layer Level 4 cultivator like Li Qiu, their confidence surged.

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Other families had deep roots, but the Feng Family was different. They had fewer holdings in Myriad demons City. If things came to a head, they could simply leave the city with Feng Yuan and return for revenge once their power was sufficient. That was precisely why, even though the Wang Family was stronger, they hadn't dared to force the Feng Family into a final confrontation.

After speaking, Feng Qingyun hurriedly escorted Feng Yuan back into the Feng Family residence.

Inside the Feng Family's hall, only the four elders and Feng Yuan were present. Feng Qingyun wore a serious expression: "Yuan'er, explain to your second uncle what exactly is going on with you."

Feng Yuan's sudden increase in strength was too strange, and Feng Qingyun feared he might have been possessed by another soul.

But Feng Yuan had already prepared an explanation. He lightly punched Feng Qingyun, and though it seemed casual, it forced Feng Qingyun, a peak Level 4 cultivator, to stagger back a few steps before steadying himself.

"What!" Feng Qingyun was shocked. Feng Yuan's casual strike left him almost defenseless.

Feng Yuan smiled: "Second Uncle, when I was very young, I apprenticed under a master. He was extremely powerful, but he made me promise never to reveal his identity, which is why I kept it a secret."

"And I'm not just someone with an ordinary spirit root; I actually have a Saint-level constitution. This constitution only fully activates when facing a life-threatening situation, so having my cultivation crippled was a kind of opportunity, allowing me to be reborn stronger."

Feng Qingyun's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. A Saint physique? Feng Yuan had such a heaven-defying constitution?

And he had a master? Why hadn't they heard of this before? His expression grew wary: "When you turned seven, what gift did I give you for your birthday?"

Feng Yuan chuckled but answered straightforwardly: "You gave me a dagger. I named it 'Breeze,' but I lost it later. You gave it to me in the courtyard next door."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyun finally relaxed. It was common for cultivators to possess others, but the new host could only access the original's recent memories. Memories as distant as those from age seven wouldn't be retained, so Feng Yuan was unlikely to have been possessed.

Feng Qingyun's face lit up with joy: "You little rascal, you had us all scared half to death."

The four elders of the Feng Family were equally overjoyed. Feng Yuan was their nephew and the future head of the Feng Family. The stronger he was, the happier they were.

Feng Yuanba scolded him in mock annoyance: "If you had already recovered your strength, why did you act so pitiful when I came to check on you?"

Feng Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment. At that time, he hadn't yet activated his Primordial Immortal Physique, so it had been hard to muster any energy.

"Report! The Patriarch and the Great Elder have returned!"

Two figures entered the Feng Family hall. The man leading the way was tall and imposing, with an air of heroism. He was the head of the Feng Family, Feng Qingtian. Beside him was a more refined-looking man with the demeanor of a scholar,the Feng Family's Great Elder, Feng Yunqian.

But both of them had rather somber expressions, indicating that their recent efforts to find a solution for Feng Yuan had been fruitless.

Feng Qingtian sighed: "Second Brother, what happened to Yuan'er might just be his fate. We shouldn't deplete the family's limited resources trying to restore his spirit root."

Months of searching had left Feng Qingtian feeling hopeless. He had tried everything and expended numerous resources, yet nothing had worked. Feng Yuan hadn't even regained consciousness, and his aura was growing weaker by the day. Though he found it hard to accept, Feng Yuan seemed to be reaching the end. In another half month, it might truly be too late.

Feng Yunqian immediately retorted: "Brother, what are you saying? After our sister-in-law passed, you only have this one son. Even if we can't restore his cultivation, we must save his life, even if it means using every last resource of the Feng Family to pull him back from death's door."

Hearing this, Feng Qingtian's face showed deep guilt. He felt he had been a burden on the entire family.

The Feng Yuan Family wasn't originally a local power in Myriad demons City; they joined later, which led to resistance from the city's original four Level 5 families. The Wang Family, in particular, had always been eager to crush them.

The Feng Family had already been in a difficult position, and this new crisis only made things worse. But then, Feng Qingtian froze.

In the distance, he saw a familiar young figure approaching them. His pupils constricted sharply.

"Yuan'er!