Inside the room, Feng Xian, drenched in sweat, abruptly opened his eyes.
For a moment, he lay still, processing the overwhelming sensation coursing through his body. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he sat up and shouted, "This feels amazing!"
A grin spread across his face as he reveled in the changes within him. His body felt impossibly light, as though gravity itself had loosened its grip. His senses had sharpened to an almost unnatural degree, and every muscle hummed with an unending reservoir of strength.
Feng Xian jumped off the bed, too thrilled to bother with putting on his shoes. Crossing the room in a single fluid motion, he grabbed a high-hardness petrified figurine from his desk.
His hand tightened around it, applying only a fraction of his newfound strength.
Crack!
The figurine didn't just break; it crumbled into powder under his grasp, disintegrating like sand caught in a storm.
Feng Xian stared at the remains in his hand, his grin widening into an expression of unrestrained excitement.
"I can't believe it!" Feng Xian exclaimed, his face a mixture of astonishment and excitement. "This strength is at least ten times what I had before! My physical power is five times greater, too!"
He marveled at the changes. This was only the first level of the Pure Yang Supreme Art.
"This piece of ancient art is no joke!" he thought to himself. "No wonder my idiot cousin reached the top of the world with it!"
Feng Xian's heart raced with anticipation as he realized the world's peak was now within his grasp. He couldn't calm the storm of excitement building inside him.
At that moment, he heard a woman's voice from downstairs.
"It seems the best actress, Han Yue, is here!"
Quickly changing out of his drenched clothes, Feng Xian threw on a fresh shirt and made his way downstairs.
In the living room, Han Yue and Ling Qingxiao were sitting together, whispering.
"Godmother, why did you give up the chairman position to Feng Xian? And how did he find out about our connection and invite me here for dinner?" Han Yue asked, confused.
Ling Qingxiao shuddered at the thought of Feng Xian, her face darkening. The memory of his dismissive attitude from earlier stung.
"I have my reasons," she replied, her voice tight.
Han Yue raised an eyebrow. "What reason? Did he bully you?"
Ling Qingxiao sighed. "Don't ask. Everything I do is for your good. You just need to trust me."
Han Yue's anger flared. "That libertine must have bullied you! That disgusting man!"
Seeing her godmother upset, Han Yue clenched her fists, vowing to get revenge.
But before she could continue, Feng Xian's teasing voice broke the tension.
"Well, well, the actress has arrived!"
Ling Qingxiao quickly distanced herself from Han Yue, forcing a smile as she introduced Feng Xian.
"This is Chairman Feng now. Please, say hello."
Han Yue glared at Feng Xian, her irritation evident. "He's not worthy."
With a scoff, she turned her head, but when she saw Feng Xian walking toward her, she froze.
The man before her was striking—broad-shouldered, with a lean, inverted triangular waist that his white shirt accentuated. His face was sharp, like a sculpture, with piercing red phoenix eyes that carried a cold, proud aura.
This... This is not the same person my fifth sister described!!
She shook her head to clear her thought.
With a scowl, she turned her gaze away, but Ling Qingxiao was quick to intervene, fearing Han Yue's anger would provoke Feng Xian.
"Eat, you should eat! It'll be cold if we wait any longer!"
At the dinner table, Feng Xian casually took a bite of shrimp before asking Han Yue, "Is Wuyou Media working on any new movie projects?"
Han Yue deliberately ignored him, instead offering Ling Qingxiao some food. "Godmother, you should eat."
Feng Xian, unfazed by her attitude, continued. "What a shame, I want to make a movie too."
Han Yue sneered, unable to hold back. "Just you? The movie industry is a tough game. If you dive in without knowing anything, you'll be crushed."
Feng Xian raised an eyebrow, undeterred. "Not necessarily. After all, I have connections. International director William Lee and former Cannes Best Actress Tang Liya have already agreed to work with me on my new movie, which will release on July 1st."
July 1st?
Han Yue's chopsticks clattered to the table, her hand shaking in disbelief.
Feng Xian smirked, his voice laced with amusement. "Why, are the actress' hands shaking?"
Han Yue quickly recovered, snatching up her chopsticks. "None of your business!" she snapped.
Feng Xian couldn't help but enjoy the moment. The mention of Tang Liya, a name everyone in the Dragon Kingdom knew, had rattled Han Yue. Tang Liya was not only a former Cannes Best Actress but also Han Yue's biggest competitor.
While Tang Liya wasn't as tall or as strikingly beautiful as Han Yue, she had a unique, seductive charm that set her apart. It was no surprise that Tang Liya had taken away many awards from Han Yue.
As the conversation continued, Han Yue's unease grew. If Feng Xian's movie really featured Tang Liya, it would undoubtedly draw a huge audience. Even worse, the release date clashed with Wuyou Media's own highly anticipated film.
Could this be a coincidence? Han Yue didn't believe it. The release date for Wuyou Media's movie had only been finalized that morning. There was no way Feng Xian could have known.
She clenched her fists, muttering under her breath, This guy is so lucky!
Feng Xian, for his part, remained calm and collected, savoring his victory. Ling Qingxiao watched, increasingly concerned as Han Yue grew more anxious.
The silent tension at the dinner table was palpable. Ling Qingxiao felt a mix of excitement and dread. She knew Han Yue's temper—if she pushed Feng Xian too far, things could get ugly.
She quickly turned to Feng Xian with a nervous smile. "Haha, don't mind Han Yue. Sometimes she speaks without thinking. But her heart is in the right place. She's just concerned about the risks of movie investments."
Han Yue, however, cut in before Ling Qingxiao could finish.
"Director Feng, what are your plans for your new movie?"
Feng Xian's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He had caught her hook, line, and sinker.
Ling Qingxiao stared in shock at Han Yue. Her goddaughter had gone from glaring at Feng Xian to suddenly showing interest in him.
Feng Xian placed his wine glass down, his gaze sharp. "What's it to you?"
At his words, the room fell silent once again.