The two servants were crude and overbearing, not regarding Feng Zi Yue, the young master, with any respect. They wielded ropes in their hands, exuding a cold aura through their noses, their faces filled with arrogant colors.

"Hmph!"

Feng Zi Yue snorted coldly, slowly rising to his feet.

The status of him and his mother in the Feng family was awkward, and the servants and family stewards had never shown them any kindness. They faced shortages in their daily necessities every month, and there was no respect to speak of.

Xue'er was scared pale by the two vicious servants, shrinking back and hiding behind Feng Zi Yue.

"What are you looking at... come with us, now!"

The two originally intended to tie up Feng Zi Yue and flex their might a bit, but seeing the cold expression on his face, they couldn't help but shiver. They suddenly recalled that this normally weak young master had become a fierce person who killed today, possibly not having processed this fully in his mind. If he lashed out, they didn't want to jeopardize their own lives.

With this thought, their tone softened considerably, not daring to yell loudly anymore.

Feng Zi Yue picked up Xue'er with one arm, gave them a cold glance, frightening them into stepping back again.

"Let's go."

Brushing the dust off his body, Feng Zi Yue walked calmly towards the door, seemingly not intimidated by the notorious Feng family punishment hall. The two stewards stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment before hurriedly following him.

At this moment, the Feng family punishment hall was in chaos. The mother of the two auspicious brothers had completely turned into a shrew, sitting on the ground, throwing a tantrum, crying and shouting for Feng Zi Yue to pay with his life for her two precious sons.

Feng Bu Ping knitted his brows tightly, tapping the table annoyedly with his fingers. Inwardly, he didn't mind punishing this nephew, but being manipulated by the collateral relatives tarnished his dignity as the acting family head, which made him quite unhappy.

Feng Zi Yue entered the grand hall of the Feng family slowly, holding Xue'er. He saw Feng Bu Ping sitting on the left center, with an empty grand master chair in the middle, reserved as a virtual seat for the patriarch to show respect. On the wall hung a scroll, portraying an elder with white beard and eyebrows, with an immortal and scholarly demeanor, said to be the ancestor of the Feng family. In front of the painting was a shrine table, with a bronze incense burner emitting wisps of green smoke from the three sticks of incense.

Feng Bu Xue and his wife stood to one side, followed by a group of cheering collateral relatives. On the other side, Feng Zi Yue's mother Chu Hongyu stood alone, her face filled with grief.

As soon as Feng Zi Yue entered, Chu Hongyu's face showed great sorrow, and she couldn't help but want to step forward, but was forcibly stopped by someone.

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Feng Bu Xue's face turned even angrier, shouting loudly.

Feng Bu Ping frowned, "Bu Xue, there should be no noise in the punishment hall!" Feng Bu Xue grudgingly shut his mouth, glaring at Feng Zi Yue with a look that seemed to wish he could devour him to satisfy his anger.

Feng Zi Yue gave him a cold glance, slowly put down his sister, who was fearful. Seeing the expectant and worried look on her mother's face, she ran into her mother's arms like a wisp of smoke. Chu Hongyu hugged her daughter tightly, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

"Feng Zi Yue, there is a clan member who has accused you of murdering your brothers without cause, violating the third rule of the Feng family, committing a great sin of fratricide. Do you plead guilty?" Feng Bu Ping cleared his throat, suddenly asking sternly.

"No!"

Feng Zi Yue bowed slightly, his gaze always directed towards his mother, not even glancing at his second uncle.

"The two of them lured my sister into the woods with the intention to harm her, and even disrespected my mother and sister with their words. I killed them in response. According to the Feng family rules, collateral relatives who plot against direct descendants should be killed on the spot!"

The Feng Zi Yue of today was not the fourteen-year-old boy who could be slaughtered at will. His experience of over thirty years was not limited to martial arts; he was also savvy in the ways of the world, demonstrating seasoned skill in handling these worldly matters.

" bullshit!"

Feng Buping was enraged and jumped out, "What kind of legitimate descendant are you considered to be? Are my sons Ji and Xiang so idle that they would conspire against you? Stop your damn..."

"Slap!"

Before Feng Buping could finish speaking, he felt a burning sensation on his face as he was struck hard. The slap was immensely powerful, causing his head to buzz and his vision to see stars. He let out a mournful cry as he spat out a few teeth.

Staggering back several steps, he looked at Feng Ziyue, who had appeared before him at some unknown point, with disbelief. Feng Ziyue calmly wiped his palms, a smug smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"This slap is to teach you some manners. If you dare disrespect my mother again, you can join your precious sons in death!"

Feng Ziyue's movement was incredibly swift, leaving Feng Buping no time to react, causing him to suffer a loss immediately.

Despite Feng Buping's cultivated abilities as the acting head of the family, he could see things clearly. But the sudden turn of events left him wondering if he could have avoided this slap had he been in that position. This thought brought a chill and a cold sweat to his back.

This was absolutely absurd.

This nephew of his was clearly only at the basic level of Xuanqi cultivation, not even a real martial artist. Where did he get such quick moves and such peculiar techniques?

Could it be...

Feng Buping glanced at the empty space in the middle and felt a cold sensation in his heart.

Only the old master, with his martial arts master cultivation, could teach such techniques within the Feng family. Could it be that the old master, who had been in seclusion, suddenly saw the light and was acknowledging this eldest grandson?

As the acting head of the family, his mind was filled with endless thoughts and he stood stunned for a moment.

Seeing her husband at a disadvantage, the woman from the Luan family on the ground became even more furious. She shrieked and jumped up, extending her sharp fingers and reaching out to scratch the faces of Chu Hongyu and her daughter.

She indeed knew to pick on the weaker ones, unsure of Feng Ziyue's depth, she dared not provoke him. But by attacking Chu Hongyu and her daughter, she had touched Feng Ziyue's bottom line.

"Bang!"

Feng Ziyue's figure flickered, already standing in front of the woman from the Luan family. His left leg slightly lifted, creating a shadowy figure, and with a bang, the woman from the Luan family received a kick to her chest. She screamed as her body flew backward, crashing into a pillar and causing dust to fall. She slid down softly, unable to utter a sound as her breath stuck in her chest.

"Wind God Snap Kick!"

Feng Buping's face changed dramatically, filled with suspicion.

This kick was delivered later but arrived first, entirely driven by the knee's power, and the leg snapping out with incredible speed. It was a secret technique from the Wind God Leg Method, evolved from the Feng family's Wind Chanting Heart Method!

This kid hadn't reached the realm of a martial artist yet, naturally having no chance to come into contact with the Wind Chanting Decision. The only person in the world who could teach him was the Feng family's old master, Feng Tianhe!

If the old master really began teaching martial arts to this previously unacknowledged eldest grandson, did it mean that the day for this child to formally recognize his ancestry and return to the clan was approaching?

Feng Ziyue was the biological son of his older brother. If he was added back to the family tree, he would become the eldest grandson, the rightful heir to the Feng family!

Feng Buping clenched his fists tightly.

Atop the punishment hall, the scene was quite bizarre. The two so-called victims were both lying on the ground, their faces showing fear, silenced for the moment. Underneath the stage, two bodies covered with white cloth lay silently.

And the person presiding over the punishment hall, the acting head of the family, Feng Buping, had an unpredictable expression, remaining silent for a long time.