Yue Qingyin's words left the father and son utterly bewildered.
Could it be that a true disciple of the Qingchen Sect was not considered a prodigy?
Yue Qingyin continued, "I heard that the Feng Family produced a monstrous talent capable of drawing the Heavenly Blessing Phenomenon, and I thought I had found a worthy opponent. But it seems I've come for nothing. Your talent isn't worth me drawing my sword!"
With that, Yue Qingyin had already reached the door, about to leave.
Upon hearing such merciless words, Feng Mo's face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.
He was a prodigy with a Heavenly Spiritual Vein, a peerless genius whom even the Qingchen Sect Elders actively sought to take as a disciple!
How dare this woman, merely a disciple, look down on him so much?
How could he tolerate it?
"Stop!"
With that, Feng Mo gathered his fist energy and punched the woman's back.
Feng Mo was already in the Yuqi Realm, and this punch was filled with intense, terrifying fire intent.
Sensing the spiritual energy fluctuation behind her, the woman calmly stopped in her tracks, almost instantly.
Draw sword! Turn around! Strike!
It was fluid and seamless.
When the sword tip was three inches from Feng Mo's glabella, the spiritual energy in his palm dissipated, and his eyes were filled with terror.
This sword strike was like a bucket of cold water in winter, dousing him from head to toe.
Not only did it scatter his spiritual energy, but it also made his limbs tremble.
Not just Feng Mo, but Feng Changyun's throat bobbed, and he too was dumbfounded.
Yue Qingyin's target wasn't him, but he still felt a chill down his spine.
What a terrifying sword strike!
If it had been him, he probably would have been scared to his knees, right?
Feng Mo still being able to stand was already stronger than most.
Yue Qingyin's face was full of disdain as she slowly sheathed her longsword.
"Not being scared to pee your pants, you are indeed a bit stronger than those wastes. But... is being a little stronger than a waste not still a waste?"
After speaking, Yue Qingyin then said to Feng Changyun beside her, "Oh, right, Second Master Feng, I want to ask you about someone. He also has the surname Feng!"
"Oh?"
Feng Changyun was flattered.
Because Feng wasn't a common surname; in the entire Luofeng City, anyone surnamed Feng could only be from his Feng Family!
Could it be that another junior from his Feng Family had caught the eye of the Qingchen Sect?
Just as Yue Qingyin finished speaking, two servants rushed in from outside the door, frantic.
"Second Master... this is bad! This is bad! Third... Third Master was killed by that waste!"
Feng Changyun's pupils trembled: "What... quickly take me there!"
A moment later, Feng Changyun led his men to Feng Xi's small courtyard.
Seeing the bloody scene before them, not one person could believe their eyes.
Did that waste really do all this?
"Waste... do you know what you've done?" Feng Changyun roared hysterically.
However, Feng Wuchen didn't immediately pay attention to Feng Changyun and Feng Mo; his gaze fell upon the cold, elegant woman.
"Why are you here?"
Yue Qingyin crossed her arms, looking at Feng Wuchen thoughtfully: "I didn't expect it to really be you!"
Hearing their exchange, Feng Changyun frowned and cautiously asked, "Miss Yue knows this waste?"
"Waste?"
Yue Qingyin's expression became a little strange.
"You called him a waste?"
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Feng Changyun's face grew even uglier.
Yes, if Feng Wuchen was a waste, then everyone else in his Feng Family would be even worse than waste, wouldn't they?
"Your spiritual veins were completely destroyed a year ago; you absolutely cannot possess such power. You must have used some evil or crooked methods to kill Third Master. Today, I will cleanse the family!"
As Feng Changyun activated his palm energy, about to rush forward, Feng Wuchen had already raised his sword-wielding hand.
At the crucial moment, a Zhan blue sword sheath blocked Feng Changyun's path.
The latter froze for a moment, dispelled the spiritual energy in his hand, and frowned deeply.
"Miss Yue, this is our family matter. Are you also going to interfere?"
Before Yue Qingyin could answer, a thunderous voice suddenly rang out from beyond the courtyard wall: "You little beast! Return my son and grandson's lives!"
Immediately after, a swift figure flew over the courtyard wall, punching directly at Feng Wuchen.
The person was none other than Lin Cang, the old family head of the Lin Family!
How powerful was a full-force strike from a Yuqi Realm Third Heaven expert?
At this moment, everyone seemed to envision Feng Wuchen being smashed into a pulp.
"Hmph!"
At the critical juncture, a cold snort was heard, and a terrifying pressure, like an overwhelming mountain, surged towards Lin Cang.
"Pfft!"
Unable to withstand the powerful pressure, Lin Cang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body retreating more than ten feet.
His eyes were filled with horror.
"Cough, cough...!"
"Golden Body Realm! Who are you? Why do you hinder my revenge?"
"Qingchen Sect, Yue Qingyin!"
Hearing the woman's origins, Lin Cang took a deep breath, even more confused: "So it's a senior from the Qingchen Sect. My granddaughter, Lin Wan, is also a disciple of the Qingchen Sect. This boy killed Lin Wan's father and brother; why do you protect him!"
Yue Qingyin showed a hint of impatience.
"I'm not interested in your grievances and grudges! It's just that this child is someone the Qingchen Sect has taken an interest in, and I cannot let you kill him!"
"What?"
Lin Cang and Feng Changyun's expressions changed simultaneously.
"Miss Yue... wasn't it my son that the Qingchen Sect Elder wanted to take as a true disciple?" Feng Changyun quickly asked.
Yue Qingyin's face was cold as she said, "The reason the Qingchen Sect wanted to take your son as a true disciple was because they thought he had drawn the Heavenly Blessing Phenomenon. But now, it seems his talent can only be considered superior, and he is still far from having the strength to draw the Heavenly Blessing!"
Hearing this, Feng Changyun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at Feng Wuchen.
"Absurd! Truly absurd! In the vast Feng Family, my son is the only genius. If the phenomenon wasn't drawn by him, then who drew it? Could it be this waste?"
Yue Qingyin sneered: "It's easy to determine who drew it. Seven days from now, when the Sect Elders come to the Feng Family, let the two of them compete. The winner will be the true disciple of the Qingchen Sect! I believe that a true prodigy cannot lose to a mediocrity!"
Hearing this, Feng Changyun pursed his lips: "Is this also the Qingchen Sect Elder's intention?"
"It's my intention!" After speaking, Yue Qingyin's lips curled slightly, and she added, "However, in the Qingchen Sect, my words carry more weight than an Elder's!"
As the woman's words fell, Feng Changyun's mind buzzed.
Who exactly was this woman?
Could her status in the Qingchen Sect be even higher than an Elder's?
Feng Changyun gritted his teeth and asked again, "What if he loses after seven days? Miss Yue wouldn't still protect him, would she?"
Yue Qingyin, however, saw through Feng Changyun's trick at a glance and sneered, "Put away your petty thoughts. If he truly loses after seven days, then whether you kill him or dismember him, that's your business!"
"It's a deal!"
"Good! Then this old man will return in seven days!" Lin Cang also gritted his teeth and left the Feng Family.
"..."
After everyone left, Feng Wuchen sheathed his Burning Sun Sword and spoke coldly, "You shouldn't have stopped me!"
"I was saving you!" Yue Qingyin turned and said.
"Heh heh... if you hadn't stopped me, Feng Changyun and his son would already be corpses!"
Yue Qingyin's eyes narrowed slightly; she realized she couldn't see through this young man at all.
After a series of battles, his spiritual energy was barely a tenth of what it was; where did he get such confidence?
However, Feng Wuchen didn't have much time to talk to this woman.
The most urgent task was to bring the cold marrow back to Feng Ning!