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Within an hour, the news that Feng Wuchen had defeated Yang Xuan and broken one of his legs with his formidable strength swept through Unmatched City.
Every household in Unmatched City was in extreme shock.
Yang Xuan was considered a prodigy of the Feng family, at the Seventh Layer of the Body Refining Realm, and his strength was second only to Yang Tian. How could he possibly be defeated by a Second Grade Martial Soul, considered a waste?
Yang Bufan's defeat was simply due to Feng Wuchen seeing through his moves. Yet, this was enough to shock Unmatched City. But now that Yang Xuan had his leg broken, it left Unmatched City even more shaken.
With two younger members of the Yang family defeated by Feng Wuchen, Unmatched City was boiling with excitement in no time.
"Is it true that Feng Wuchen defeated Yang Xuan? He even advanced to the Sixth Layer, and Yang Xuan, being at the Seventh Layer, was no match for him?"
"Absolutely true! Yang Xuan's leg was broken! If the Yang family head hadn't arrived in time, who knows if Feng Wuchen would have killed him!"
"A Second Grade Martial Soul waste, how could he advance two levels within three days? Even with the First Grade Alchemist strength of Elder Feng, he couldn't possibly make Feng Wuchen advance two levels in cultivation within three days. Advancing two levels in three days, probably no one in the whole Empire is capable of that, right?"
The people of Unmatched City were truly puzzled. With a Second Grade Martial Soul talent, how could Feng Wuchen advance two levels in three days?
Recalling Feng Wuchen's performance from a few days ago, many began to suspect whether he really possessed only the talent of a Second Grade Martial Soul, or whether he had deliberately hidden his true Martial Soul talent.
Unaware of the stir he had caused in Unmatched City, Feng Wuchen was currently cultivating.
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In the Yang family hall, Yang Qingyun and others had very ugly expressions, as a terrifyingly cold murderous aura filled the hall.
Second Elder Yang Yun was in extreme grief. Yang Xuan and Yang Bufan, both his sons, were crippled by Feng Wuchen, and were now being sent to Tianyan Academy to implore the academy's Second Elder for healing.
"Feng Wuchen! I will tear you to pieces!" Yang Shan said through clenched teeth, his face covered with bulging veins. His two sons were crippled, and it was already good that Yang Shan hadn't lost his mind from rage.
Yang Bufan and Yang Xuan being crippled had thoroughly enraged the Yang family. However, it was unfortunate that the Yang family currently didn't have the strength to confront the Feng family.
"With Feng Wuchen's Second Grade Martial Soul, it's impossible for him to have broken through to the Sixth Layer of the Body Refining Realm within three days and to be a match for Yang Xuan, unless he is not the real Feng Wuchen." Yang Qingyun furrowed his brow, thinking carefully, realizing that the current Feng Wuchen was very different from the one before.
"Or perhaps Feng Wuchen has encountered some sort of extraordinary fortune," another elder speculated. "With the strength of the Sixth Layer, he could easily defeat Yang Xuan, which shows that his power is already enough to contend with the Eighth Layer. Besides, he can instantly see through an opponent's attacks and flaws. I fear that even Yang Tian might be defeated by him after a month. We cannot let this boy stay."
Yang Qingyun narrowed his eyes in anger, saying, "After Feng Zhengxiong's breakthrough to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, he doesn't take our Yang family seriously at all! Moreover, the Feng family has a close relationship with the Lin family. If we want to kill Feng Wuchen, I'm afraid we might need the Mo family's help."
"The Family Head must not be impulsive. Don't forget that Feng Wuchen was able to save Elder Su. With Elder Su's backing, even the Mo family would probably not dare to intervene. Feng Wuchen is very cunning; he anticipated this and used Elder Su to suppress the Mo family. If we kill Feng Wuchen and anger Elder Su, our Yang family would be finished," warned the Second Elder gravely.
Yang Yun said angrily, "Then let him live a little longer. Once he cures Elder Su, we will find an opportunity to kill him! If we act in secret, without evidence, even Feng Zhengxiong can't do anything to us! That waste is going to Tianyan Academy in a month, right? That's our chance!"
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Half a month passed in a blink of an eye; apart from cultivating, Feng Wuchen did nothing else. After half a month, he had already successfully broken through to the Seventh Layer of the Body Refining Realm, with his strength improving rapidly.
Even Mo Ling'er didn't have such a terrifying cultivation speed.
Besides talent, the cultivation technique and resources are also crucial for a fast cultivation speed.
The reason why Feng Wuchen's cultivation was advancing so rapidly was not just because of a horrific cultivation technique but also due to external resources.
Actually, Feng Wuchen could prepare even more powerful Spiritual Liquids, which would definitely be stronger than the Seven-colored Elixir, but there was no need for it, after all, it was just the Body Refining Realm.
"With half a month to go, it's sufficient for me to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Body Refining Realm. Once I've reached the Qi Refining Realm, I'll be able to use martial techniques," Feng Wuchen said to himself with a smile, his rapid progress in cultivation boosting his confidence even more.
With the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen didn't need to cultivate martial techniques. As soon as he entered the First Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, he could use some low-level martial techniques.
"Young Master, Pavilion Master Yu Wanxiong wants to see you," Xiaolan's voice came from outside at this moment.
"Yu Wanxiong?" Feng Wuchen was slightly stunned, then he sneered, "It seems the Second Elder has already heard about the removal of the poison. I didn't expect him to show up so quickly."
"Just let him wait." Feng Wuchen casually replied, continuing to cultivate rather than going out immediately.
Upon returning to the hall, Xiaolan relayed Feng Wuchen's message somewhat irritably before leaving. Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han nodded repeatedly.
The Feng family and Wanbao Pavilion had always had a tense relationship due to the pricing issues of the Seven-colored Elixir, resulting in no business dealings between them.
Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han suddenly visiting and bringing many treasures with them made Feng Zhengxiong and the others feel puzzled.
Was this a marriage proposal or what? The Feng family didn't have any daughters.
Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han's attitude was very respectful, showing none of the air of pavilion masters. They didn't dare to speak loudly, only nodding and bowing.
"This old man probably wants Feng Wuchen to cure his fire poison," Feng Qianyang thought with an inward sneer.
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They waited for two full hours. Though anxious and irritated, Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han dared not show their impatience; they could only silently wait.
As time passed, only the two of them were left in the hall, which was extremely awkward.
And the reason for that, they both understood all too well.
Having offended Feng Wuchen at the Wanbao Pavilion, Yu Wanxiong rushed over with his treasures to apologize as soon as he learned Feng Wuchen truly could cure the fire poison. Zhang Han followed to save his own life.
Yu Wanxiong had fire poison in his body, while Zhang Han had gone mad from forcibly attempting a breakthrough, leaving behind a lingering affliction. They were powerless against both the fire poison and the affliction.
Yu Wanxiong's situation wasn't critical; at worst, he would suffer from the torment of the fire poison. But Zhang Han's case was different—he had only a month and a half to live.
"Pavilion Master, what should we do? Feng Wuchen obviously doesn't want to help us," asked Zhang Han with extreme anxiety. He now regretted everything so much that it was as if his guts were blue with regret, he had no tears left to cry, and was beginning to despair.
Yu Wanxiong also regretted it immensely at that moment, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.
But who would have thought that a waste with only a Second Grade Martial Soul would possess the miraculous ability to drive out fire poison? Who could have imagined that such a worthless Martial Soul could advance by two levels in just three days?
"Hmph! Dream on if you think you can offend my young master and still hope to live," Xiaolan said indifferently as she brought in tea.
"..." Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han had no strength to argue, and didn't dare to either, because this was Feng Wuchen's home.
If it was any other time, Yu Wanxiong would have already lost his temper, but they had offended Feng Wuchen once and did not want to do it a second time.
"My apologies for the long wait, Pavilion Master Yu. I've sent people to urge him several times already, I don't know what Chen Er is up to," Feng Zhengxiong and the other high-ranking members of the Feng family entered the hall once again, speaking very politely.
Clearly, they had learned from Xiaolan about Feng Wuchen being driven out of the Wanbao Pavilion, and their presence here was nothing more than to apologize to Feng Wuchen.
However, as a father whose son had been bullied, Feng Zhengxiong naturally wouldn't stand by idly, which explained why Yu Wanxiong had been left to wait in the hall for two hours.
Old fox that he was, how could Yu Wanxiong not see through this? Even knowing it was intentional, he didn't dare say anything.
"Family Head Feng is being too polite. Let him finish what he's doing; there's no rush," Yu Wanxiong said with a forced smile on his face.
"Right, right! No rush, no rush!" Zhang Han nodded repeatedly, an awkward expression on his face.
When asking a favor of someone, one must show the proper attitude and tone!
"Pavilion Master Yu, my younger son is good in every respect except that he likes to hold grudges, a habit that he's never been able to break," Xiao Qingqing added, twisting the knife.
"This..." Yu Wanxiong gave an embarrassed smile, clearly understanding what Xiao Qingqing meant.
"It's not really a problem to hold grudges; anyone would," Feng Qianyang said with a light smile, glancing at Yu Wanxiong's expression before continuing, "Ever since Wuchen helped me remove the fire poison, I have found myself close to advancing to become a Second Grade Alchemist, which is very exciting when I think about it."
Feng Qianyang's words were obviously meant for Yu Wanxiong, who upon hearing them, felt both envious and regretful. If he could have the fire poison removed, becoming a Second Grade Alchemist would certainly not be an issue for him either.
"Congratulations, Second Elder Feng!" Yu Wanxiong congratulated him.
If Feng Qianyang could successfully enter the realm of Second Grade Alchemists, his status would be different, and the Feng family would also rise to become the leader among the four major families.
Just then, Feng Wuchen entered the hall, followed by Ling Xiaoxiao.
As soon as Feng Wuchen appeared, Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han immediately stood up, showing respect in their manner.
"I'm truly sorry, Pavilion Master Yu, I just broke through to the Seventh Layer of the Body Refining Realm, so it took a bit of time," Feng Wuchen spoke first as soon as he entered.
Another breakthrough?
The Feng family's high-ranking members were shocked, as if turned to stone. It had been just over ten days since Feng Wuchen had broken through to the Sixth Layer of the Body Refining Realm, and now he had made another breakthrough!
What a terrifying speed of cultivation! It was simply unimaginable.
Yu Wanxiong and Zhang Han were equally shocked. They had heard about Feng Wuchen's rapid increase in cultivation.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Wuchen was indeed at the Seventh Layer of the Body Refining Realm!
Such a terrifying speed of cultivation, was this still the Feng Wuchen with a Second Grade Martial Soul?
"Congratulations, Young Master Feng! About the incident last time..." Yu Wanxiong hurriedly congratulated him, but before he could finish his sentence, Feng Wuchen interrupted him.
Feng Wuchen said indifferently, "If you're here because of that matter, you may go back now. I didn't take it to heart."
"Young Master Feng, I know I was wrong. I don't want to die yet. Please, save my life. All these treasures that you picked out last time, I've brought them all. I'm giving them all to you. Please, Young Master Feng, save me." As soon as Zhang Han heard this, he knelt down with a thump and began to kowtow, crying and begging.
"So it's Steward Zhang." Feng Wuchen seemed to just notice Zhang Han's presence, continuing indifferently, "Your life or death is none of my concern; there's no need to beg me."