In a vast and brightly lit room, a middle-aged man dressed in simple clothing sat on top of a strange looking mat. He had dark red hair with streaks of silver appearing on the edges, and a hard face that seemed as if a chisel had sculpted it. His eyes not only showed a trace of weariness but a firm spirit that has shouldered most of the wind and rain in life.
There were many piles of documents and jade slips scattered around his figure on the floor. In front of him stood a table, the height of a stool, with a variety of scrolls along with an ink container placed at the side.
The man was Feng Yunlong, the current clan leader of the Feng Clan, with a cultivating achievement of 9th tier Aura Disciple realm which was only one pace away from the True Foundation realm. He was one of the dominant individuals in Machen Town.
"Father, you called for me." Feng Yu said while closing the door behind him and bowing politely.
"Come, sit down." Looking at the pale and distressed appearance of his son, Feng Yunlong was finding it very difficult to keep his rage at bay. He gestured at Feng Yu to sit in front of the table.
Feeling a bit skeptical, Feng Yu quickly sat down and looked at his father, or rather, his new father.
"Who had the gall to injure you, my son? How did this happen to you? Quickly tell me so that I can get to the bottom of this immediately!" said Feng Yunlong.
Seeing the flustered love filled with concern and boiling rage expression of his father, Feng Yu felt something he never had the chance to experience in his previous life. "A parent's love for their children is a child's precious treasure indeed..." He thought to himself as he decided to say his ordeal rather than keep it hidden. Of course, he didn't reveal the fact of him being a reincarnated soul.
As was expected of Feng Yunlong, after hearing about the betrayal and treatment his son received from the Xiang and Huan Families descendants, he only ended up getting more infuriated.
"Good! Very good! Their sons dare to do this to you; I must have a look at what kind of response they will give me today!" Feng Yunlong shouted in a rage as he promptly stood up causing his aura to over-fluctuate which led to the surrounding books becoming a mess, and the table flying towards a corner of the room soon after colliding with the wall.
However, as he was about to storm outside of the room, he quickly was interrupted by Feng Yu.
"Father, wait! Let me solve this matter on my own, after all; a man must learn to solve his own problems. I will challenge and beat them both to death in the approaching Talent Selection!" A confident expression appeared on Feng Yu's face even though he looked pale and weak due to his current wounds. With his knowledge, he was confident that he would be capable of not only securing a quota but also, defeating both Xiang Shu and Huan Shan.
Feng Yunlong, on the other hand, was shocked by Feng Yu's sudden declaration. He looked at Feng with curiosity as he pondered to himself. "What's going on? Was this my usual Yu'er playing his antics? Or is it possible that he's grown up a little after having experienced such an ordeal?"
Regardless of the true cause, he felt proud of the slight change in Feng Yu's mindset. “At least it looks like there's hope for him to improve.” Feng Yunlong thought, but soon after he shook his head and muttered to himself silently. “But that's something for the future.”
With less than two months left to prepare for the selection, wanting not only to earn a spot in the quota but also defeat Xiang Shu and Huan Shan, who were both already practitioners at the 7th tier of Body Training realm, was impossible, even for the most startling talents.
Just as he was about to reject the idea, the sound of clapping was heard coming from behind him...
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Well said, Yu child! Brother, I agree with little nephew, let him solve his problems." A tall man said who bore similar facial features to that of Feng Yunlong, his only difference being that he was slim and carried a large scar on the left side of his face that trailed across his left eye onto his cheek.
This man was called Feng Junling, the older brother of Feng Yunlong. He rarely stayed in Machen Town as he likes to wander and explore the vast continent; he is also the only True Foundation realm expert residing in the Feng Clan.
"Junling! There is no way I'm going to let him compete. He still hasn't started training yet, and the selection is soon. It would be far too dangerous." Not feeling surprised at his brother's sudden entry, he denied the possibility of making Feng Yu attempt such an impossible task.
"But Father I... "Not feeling quite convinced of the danger, Feng Yu wanted to convince his father but was rejected again.
"No buts! Even if you are talented, cultivation takes time and effort. You can always try for a different selection in a different city after you've trained properly." Feng Yunlong said sternly.
"Brother! A ‘true dragon’ cannot soar the nine heavens if it still lingers in a river. A real man makes do with the current and pushes forward given the opportunities," Feng Junling reproached as he gave Feng Yunlong a meaningful look.
Hearing what his brother just said, a distant look came over Feng Yunlong. He considered the possibilities while looking through the window of the room gazing calmly at the view outside. Vaguely, a silhouette was looking towards him with a gentle gaze. It briefly smiled for a moment before vanishing into thin air.
"Sigh, A ‘true dragon’ indeed, you are right. It seems I have become weary during these years..." a sad gleam soon came over Feng Yunlong's eyes, but he quickly recovered and stared at Feng Yu.
"Yu'er! A real man never backs down no matter what he faces, and while we men of the Feng Clan are not ‘Dragons,’ we are not inferior. As the ‘Phoenix,’ we must challenge the heavens and bear the flames of adversity. For this is the only way that we could stimulate our noble bloodline to rise from the ashes and get reborn to stand stronger than before, taking what is rightfully ours." After which he nodded to Feng Junling and left the room.
"Father, Yu'er will not disappoint you!" Feng Yu said while feeling excited about his father's permission and advice. He also began to realize that his family’s name was more than it seemed, but, without strength, there would be no point in trying to figure out more.
Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn't greeted his uncle, he promptly placed his hands together making a cultured bow as he spoke, "Feng Yu greets Uncle Junling!"
As he looked at his nephew, a proud feeling rose up within Feng Junling. He had always believed that Feng Yu would grow into a mighty expert someday, while he had not shown interest before and spent most of his time idling about; it seems that this recent setback had caused him to develop a new 'mindset.'
"Growth starts from the heart..." Feng Junling thought to himself as he waved his hand tossing a small ring towards Feng Yu.
"Em. Little nephew here's a little something I got for you. Though, I'm late in handing it over due to missing your coming of age ceremony. Inside there are a few items necessary for cultivators to get started. Inside of the storage ring, there are medicinal pills, a few mortal-tier martial skills, and the family's main cultivation art. There is also a sword placed inside for your convenience. Well, that’s it, go and tend to your injuries. If you have issues with your cultivation seek me out whenever you need me." After saying this, Feng Junling vanished leaving a remnant shade of his previous self in the location.
After catching the ring, Feng Yu noticed that it had an elaborate engraving with a jewel attached to its core. "It's a Storage Ring!" Feeling excited at the fact that he could receive one so early in a small area like this, he was satisfied. "This should make things a lot easier!" He thought while quickly placing it on his index right finger and making his way towards his room to recover.
Standing in a nearby corner looking at Feng Yu's retreating figure, Feng Junling thought to himself. "I wonder, will he be able to cultivate that art?" A strange light shone in his eyes similar to that of flames, it flickered briefly before vanishing. The corner of his lips rose into a smile before it faded away, "Don't disappoint me Yu'er."
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