"Yuan'er!"

Feng Qingtian couldn't help but shout in surprise as he hurried over, his eyes full of joy.

"You're awake?"

His gaze was filled with disbelief, as if he were dreaming.

Feng Yuan could feel the concern in his father's voice and smiled as he said, "Father, I'm awake."

Hearing this, Feng Qingtian, a grown man, couldn't help but tremble. He took a deep breath:

"Good, it's good that you're awake."

He had been worrying himself sick over Feng Yuan these past days, almost turning his hair white with stress, all in the hope that his son would wake up.

Feng Qingtian consoled him, "As long as you're alive, everything else is minor. Losing your cultivation is nothing; I will protect you for the rest of your life."

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Yuanba suddenly interrupted the comforting words, smiling as he said, "Big Brother, now that you're back, wouldn't you like to first find out what's been happening in the city?"

Feng Qingtian frowned. "What do you mean?"

Feng Yuanba gave a mysterious smile, which caused Feng Yunqian to sigh in exasperation and scold:

"Fourth Brother, if you keep acting mysterious, do you want me to hit you?"

Feng Yuanba shrank back in fear, since Feng Yunqian was the brother he feared the most.

"Here's the situation: Feng Yuan was never really crippled..."

Feng Yuanba explained everything that had happened, even mentioning the mysterious master that Feng Yuan claimed to have.

When they finished listening, Feng Qingtian and Feng Yunqian were utterly shocked.

No wonder there had been a deep pit on the main street when they returned to the Feng family, and the people had been giving them strange looks. It was all because of Feng Yuan.

Good heavens, Feng Yuan had crippled Li Haishan and even killed Li Qiu!

And the key point he had a Saint Level-grade physique!

They had only ever read about such an extraordinary physique in ancient texts.

Physiques were ranked from inferior, medium, and superior spirit roots, to supreme spirit roots, heavenly spirit roots, saint body , and finally divine bodies. Anything beyond that, they knew nothing about.

A supreme spirit root was already seen as terrifying, cherished by their family as a precious treasure. A Level-grade physique, which was two levels above that, was beyond their imagination.

Feng Qingtian swallowed nervously before raising his hand, saying excitedly:

"Feng Yuan, hit me with your fustagell strength. I want to see just how powerful you are now."

Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow. Are you sure about that?

With his current mid-Level 10 cultivation, a sneeze could kill Feng Qingtian thousands of times over. A full-force punch would send him straight to meet their ancestors.

But Feng Yuan didn't want to reveal too much of his strength, especially since he had just managed to explain his sudden recovery.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Yuan pretended to strike with full force, though in reality, it was less than one ten-thousandth of his power.

He raised his hand and struck toward Feng Qingtian, and the massive force spread from Feng Qingtian's palm.

Feng Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly, pain shooting up from his palm to his brain.

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Hiss!

It hurt!

Feng Qingtian coughed lightly, pretending to casually place his hands behind his back as he said:

"Not bad. Looks like your strength has reached at least half a step into the level 5 stage. It seems our Feng family will soon gain another level 5 expert."

Feng Yunqian glanced at him, noticing Feng Qingtian's trembling hand behind his back, and his face filled with shock.

Was Feng Yuan really this strong?

Feng Qingtian was already a mid-Layer level 5 cultivator!

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Feng Qingtian asked:

"Feng Yuan, why is your body so powerful?"

Uh?

Feng Yuan paused for a moment before calmly replying:

"I'm a Saint Level physique, so having a strong body is only natural, right?"

Feng Qingtian: "..."

Well, that made sense.

There was nothing wrong with that explanation, but something still felt off. However, Feng Qingtian couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Seeing that Feng Yuan's issue had been resolved, Feng Qingtian spoke seriously:

"Now that Feng Yuan's problem is resolved and all the elders are here, we should discuss how to handle the family's situation today."

The elders' faces became serious as they realized how dire the Feng family's current situation was.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qingtian said to Feng Yuan:

"Feng Yuan, you should join us."

Given Feng Yuan's talent and strength, he was the clear future leader of the Feng family. Learning how to handle family matters now would help him take over more smoothly later on.

In the Feng family's council hall, seven people sat upright. These seven were the five elders of the Feng family, along with Feng Qingtian and Feng Yuan.

Feng Qingtian was the first to speak:

"Third Brother, tell us how many spirit stones the family currently has."

Feng Qingyun's face looked grim as he carefully pulled several ledgers from his storage ring. After cross-checking them, he said:

"Big Brother, we only have 930,000 spirit stones, with a fluctuation of no more than 30,000."

930,000!

Feng Qingtian's expression darkened upon hearing this.

Even if the Feng family tightened its belt, they could only survive for two or three more months.

But in such a situation, there would hardly be any resources left for proper cultivation.

The family members' progress would stagnate, and with such scarce resources, the situation seemed dire.

However, it was even more crucial for the younger generation, who needed resources for their growth.

And Feng Yuan, being a Saint Level physique, would require even more resources to break through.

Feng Qingyun said gravely:

"Although our family has several industries, our expenses are greater than our income. We need to come up with other solutions quickly, or the family's resources will soon be exhausted."

The Fourth Elder, Feng He, said helplessly:

"Our Feng family has only been in Myriad Demons City for a little over ten years. Unless we rob... I mean, redistribute wealth from the rich, it will be difficult to quickly acquire a large number of spirit stones."

The hall fell into silence, everyone's faces filled with worry. The resource shortage was a problem they had no immediate solution for.

Uh!

Feng Yuan looked around and couldn't help but speak up:

"Is our family really short on resources?"

Feng Qingyun sighed and said helplessly:

"Feng Yuan, you don't know much about the family's situation. We have a weak foundation and few savings. The family's spirit stones are almost depleted, and things like medicinal pills have long been used up."

Hearing this, Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow. What a coincidence!

The one thing he wasn't short on was heavenly treasures and spirit stones.

Feng Yuan opened his system to check the number of low-grade spirit stones.

"Low-grade spirit stones: 6,500 ... , 1,564 trillion..."

He didn't bother counting the exact amount. After all, he would never run out.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Yuan took out a top-tier storage ring he had acquired from the system. The space inside was as large as three football fields.

He immediately put 30 billion low-grade spirit stones into the ring and handed it to Feng Qingtian.

"Father, I have some spirit stones here that should help the family through this crisis."