Yue Qinying's words left the father and son completely bewildered.
Could it be that a true disciple of Qingchen Sect wasn't considered a genius?
But Yue Qinying continued, "I heard that the Feng family had produced a prodigy who could summon a heavenly omen. I thought I'd finally have a worthy opponent, but it turns out I came here for nothing. With your talent, you aren't even worth drawing my sword for!"
With that, Yue Qinying had already reached the doorway, preparing to leave.
Feng Mo's face turned a deep shade of green, as if he'd swallowed a fly.
He was a peerless genius with a heavenly spiritual vein, one whom even Qingchen Sect's elders were eager to recruit as a disciple! And yet, this woman, merely a disciple herself, dared to look down on him so openly?
How could he tolerate this?
"Stop right there!"
With a shout, Feng Mo channeled his qi, forming a fearsome fiery force around his fist, and struck out at the woman's back. Now at the Qi Mastery Realm, his punch was blazing and terrifying.
Sensing the spiritual energy surging behind her, the woman paused calmly, almost instantly.
Draw sword! Turn around! Strike!
The motion was as fluid as flowing water, done in one seamless breath.
When the sword tip stopped three inches from Feng Mo's forehead, the spiritual energy in his palm dissipated with a bang, and his eyes filled with fear.
The strike felt like a bucket of icy water poured over him in the dead of winter, chilling him to the bone. Not only did his spiritual energy scatter, but even his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
It wasn't just Feng Mo. Feng Changyun swallowed hard, equally stunned and paralyzed.
What a terrifying strike!
If he had been the target, he probably would have collapsed to the ground in fright.
Feng Mo staying upright was already more than most could manage.
Yue Qinying withdrew her long sword with a look of disdain. "Not running off in terror? You're indeed better than those trash, but... being slightly better than trash doesn't make you any less of one."
She then turned to Feng Changyun. "By the way, Second Master Feng, there's someone I wish to inquire about. His surname is also Feng."
"Oh?" Feng Changyun's eyes lit up with surprise.
After all, Feng wasn't a common surname. In Luofeng City, only those from his Feng family carried it!
Could it be that another young member of the Feng family had caught Qingchen Sect's attention?
Before he could ask further, two panicked servants burst in through the door.
"Second Master! Terrible news! Third... Third Master has been killed by that waste!"
Feng Changyun's pupils shrank. "What…? Take me there at once!"
Moments later, he arrived at Feng Xi's courtyard with his entourage.
The bloody scene that greeted them was unbelievable.
Could this truly have been the work of that so-called waste?
"You waste... do you realize what you've done?" Feng Changyun roared in a fit of rage.
But Feng Wuchen didn't pay him or Feng Mo any attention. His gaze was fixed on the woman with the cold and aloof demeanor.
"What are you doing here?"
Yue Qinying crossed her arms, looked at Feng Wuchen thoughtfully, and murmured, "I didn't expect it to really be you."
Hearing the exchange, Feng Changyun's brow furrowed. He cautiously asked, "Miss Yue, do you know this waste?"
"Waste?" Yue Qinying's expression turned peculiar.
"You're calling him a waste?"
Seeing the corpse on the ground, Feng Changyun's face grew even darker.
If Feng Wuchen was a waste, then what did that make the rest of the Feng family?
"A year ago, your spiritual veins were destroyed. There's no way you should have this kind of strength. You must have used some demonic technique. Today, I'll cleanse the family of this disgrace!"
As Feng Changyun gathered energy into his palm and prepared to strike, Feng Wuchen raised his hand, gripping a sword.
At that moment, a sapphire-blue sword sheath appeared between them, blocking Feng Changyun.
Stunned, Feng Changyun dispersed the energy in his palm, his brow furrowed.
"Miss Yue, this is a family matter. Are you planning to interfere?"
Before Yue Qinying could respond, a thunderous voice boomed from beyond the courtyard wall. "You little wretch! Give me back my son's life!"
A swift figure leapt over the wall, hurling a fist directly at Feng Wuchen.
The assailant was none other than Lin Family's old patriarch, Lin Cang!
The full force of a Qi Mastery Realm Third Layer attack was immense.
Everyone could only envision the scene of Feng Wuchen being smashed into a pulp.
"Hmph!"
At the critical moment, a cold snort reverberated, followed by an overwhelming aura that bore down on Lin Cang like a tidal wave.
"Pfft!"
Overwhelmed by the immense pressure, Lin Cang spat out blood and staggered back over ten meters, eyes wide with terror.
"Cough, cough…!"
"A Golden Body Realm expert! Who are you? Why protect this murderer?" he gasped.
"Qingchen Sect, Yue Qinying," the woman replied indifferently.
Lin Cang drew a sharp breath, even more puzzled. "A master from Qingchen Sect? My granddaughter, Lin Wan, is also a disciple of the sect. This boy killed her father and brother—why are you protecting him?"
Yue Qinying's eyes flashed with impatience. "I have no interest in your grievances. This boy has been chosen by Qingchen Sect, and I can't let you kill him."
"What?"
Both Lin Cang and Feng Changyun's expressions changed.
"Miss Yue... wasn't the true disciple the elders intended to recruit my son?" Feng Changyun quickly asked.
Yue Qinying's face was icy. "The elders were willing to take your son as a true disciple because they believed he was the one who summoned the heavenly omen. But now, it's clear his talent is only above average. He lacks the power to summon an omen."
Feng Changyun clenched his fists, glaring at Feng Wuchen with murderous intent.
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! In the entire Feng family, only my son is a genius. If he didn't summon the omen, who did? That waste?"
Yue Qinying let out a cold laugh. "It's easy to determine. In seven days, when the sect elders arrive, they can duel. The victor will be Qingchen Sect's true disciple. I trust a real genius won't lose to mediocrity."
Feng Changyun's lips tightened. "Is this what the elders wish?"
"No, it's what I wish," Yue Qinying retorted. "And in Qingchen Sect, my words carry more weight than the elders'."
Her words left Feng Changyun's mind reeling.
Who was this woman to hold more authority than the elders of Qingchen Sect?
He gritted his teeth and asked, "If he loses in seven days, you won't still shield him, will you, Miss Yue?"
Yue Qinying saw right through his scheming and sneered. "Put away your little plots. If he loses in seven days, you can do whatever you want with him."
"Agreed!"
"Fine! I'll return in seven days!" Lin Cang stormed off, rage simmering.
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After the others left, Feng Wuchen lowered his blazing sword and spoke coldly. "You shouldn't have stopped me."
"I saved your life," Yue Qinying said, turning toward him.
"Heh… If you hadn't, Feng Changyun and his son would already be corpses."
Yue Qinying's eyes narrowed slightly. She realized she couldn't read this boy at all.
Even after all the fighting, with most of his spiritual energy exhausted, where did his confidence come from?
But Feng Wuchen had no time to waste arguing. He needed to bring the Cold Essence back for Feng Ning immediately.