Feng Wenjun's gaze was as sharp as lightning, and his physique was agile as he continuously dodged their attacks. Every dodge was executed with perfect precision, leaving people in astonishment.
Before long, all of these men were knocked to the ground by Feng Wenjun, lying there motionless one by one, clearly having lost their combat capability. Feng Wenjun stepped forward and carefully searched their bodies. Suddenly, he spotted something—a skull-shaped bottle resembling a gourd, which exuded a mysterious and eerie aura. Without thinking much, he casually picked it up and put it away.
"These people refused to reveal their identities, and their strength is quite formidable. Not to mention that powerful grand array—if I hadn't gone all out, it truly would have been difficult to escape unscathed today. There are still people from other families lurking around in secret here, so I had better leave as soon as possible to avoid prolonged complications." After pondering this to himself, Feng Wenjun quickly turned around and strode away into the depths of the narrow path.
In a dark corner of this street, a pair of eyes resembling cold stars twinkling in the night sky had been closely watching their battle for quite some time. Seeing Feng Wenjun's retreating figure, the owner of these eyes gently shifted their footsteps and quietly followed behind, like a ghost concealed in the darkness.
After leaving that street and walking for a while, Feng Wenjun spoke to the empty air, "You've been following me all this way, aren't you planning to come out and show yourself?" In fact, he had already noticed her while fighting those men, but since the other party was merely observing from a distance without interfering, he hadn't made a big deal of it.
"Oh, it seems you discovered me long ago." An enchantingly gorgeous woman with a curvaceous figure appeared before him. "May I ask why a beauty like you is following me? Could it be that you're also here for the Immortal Artifact?" Feng Wenjun teased intentionally. "You misunderstood. I am Rose of the Black Dragon Organization, just passing by," Rose explained. "Could it be the Black Dragon Organization, the largest evil syndicate in the neighboring country?" Feng Wenjun responded. "That's right. I originally came here for the Immortal Artifact, but now that the artifact is with you, I am naturally a bit curious and wanted to see which family clan you belong to."
Knowing that Feng Wenjun possessed extraordinary strength and remaining uncertain whether he still had hidden trump cards, Rose was unsure if she could safely escape on her own. Besides, being within the territory of the Yan Country, it was inconvenient for her to expose herself, so she had no choice but to tell Feng Wenjun the truth. "Now that you know, you can leave." As soon as Feng Wenjun finished speaking, he turned and walked away... Rose had no choice but to nod in acknowledgment and vanish into the night.
Feng Wenjun returned home to find his father and Qian Yuxi sitting on the sofa drinking tea. He happily ran over and said, "Father, I'm back." "You brat, you've finally returned! Qian Yuxi has been worried about you this whole time," Feng Wanliang scolded good-naturedly. "Qian Yuxi, didn't you go home? Why are you at my house?" "I already had someone go home to report that I was safe, but I was worried about you, so I came over to wait for you," Qian Yuxi replied with a blushing and shy expression.
"You brat, the commotion you stirred up today was no small matter. Who would have thought that our Feng Family actually has a cultivator? You sure kept that well-hidden, kid!" Feng Wanliang was overjoyed at this moment. Feng Wenjun shifted his gaze toward Qian Yuxi, who looked like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare meet his eyes.
Feng Wenjun said with a cheeky smile, "I only discovered by chance that I was a cultivator, and I wasn't entirely sure yet, which is why I didn't tell you, Father. But now that the forces in Jinzhou are in turmoil, you must help me keep my status as a cultivator a secret." When Feng Wanliang confirmed that Feng Wenjun was indeed a cultivator, a trace of unease stirred in his heart. His expression grew much more solemn, as he knew that day would eventually arrive.
A seam had been torn open in the secrets buried deep within his heart. "Well, to ordinary people, cultivators certainly sound unbelievable. From what I understand, other major families also have some cultivators, and there are undercurrents surging among the various factions," Feng Wanliang said with a deep breath and a calm expression. "Father, this is the medicinal pill I managed to win for you at the auction. Taking it can prolong your life." With that, he handed over the Longevity-Returning Pill.
"You brat, you have a good heart, but I've already got one foot in the grave. Giving it to me would be a waste; you should keep it for yourself." "This is meant for you. You're still robust and full of spirit, and I'm counting on you to live to a ripe old age so you can hold your grandchildren!" Feng Wenjun joked. Upon hearing these words, Qian Yuxi's face inevitably flushed red once again.
"Since you're fine, I should be going back now. Grandma is still waiting for me." Seeing this, Qian Yuxi got up to leave. Feng Wanliang shot Feng Wenjun a meaningful look, signaling him to see her out. Looking at Qian Yuxi, Feng Wenjun said, "I'll walk you out, then. Let's go!" Afterward, the two of them walked out of the house. At that moment, that lingering trace of unease washed over Feng Wanliang's heart once again. In a flash, a dozen years had passed, and Feng Wenjun had grown up to be both kind and sensible; he truly hoped he wouldn't get dragged into the feuds of the older generation. Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh and turned away.
After seeing Qian Yuxi off, Feng Wenjun returned to his room. There had been too many events today, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted. However, only by becoming stronger could he change everything; after all, this was a world where strength ruled. Being too weak meant being bullied and looked down upon—it was the natural law of the jungle where the strong preyed on the weak.
To rise above these laws, one could only become stronger. He took out the Immortal Artifact obtained from the auction and sat cross-legged. "Xiaoyu, can I, with my current cultivation level, refine the immortal aura inside this sword?" Feng Wenjun asked doubtfully.
"Although this immortal aura is just a tiny wisp, it would be a bit of a stretch for you to forcefully absorb it with your current cultivation. However, since you possess the Chaos Innate Bloodline, you shouldn't be in any danger. I'll help you when critical moments arise, so you can refine it with peace of mind!" Xiaoyu explained playfully, her appearance quite adorable.
Hearing Xiaoyu's words, the doubts and worries in Feng Wenjun's heart vanished as well. Using spiritual qi to control the Immortal Artifact, he circulated the Chaos Innate Formula and began entering a meditative state. He saw spiritual qi condense into mist swirling around him, while the trace of golden-yellow aura inside the Immortal Artifact was slowly drawn out of the sword body, entering his entire body through his forehead. As the spiritual qi continued to circulate, that golden aura wandered through every part of his body.
At this moment, Feng Wenjun's entire body was enveloped in a golden radiance, tears leaked from his forehead, and his expression showed a hint of pain, yet he persisted. Inside Feng Wenjun's Consciousness Sea, a streak of golden aura sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness. In an instant, the Consciousness Sea transformed from its original clear transparency into a brilliant, shimmering gold that rippled continuously.
Then, it gathered into a huge vortex, and a yellow golden dragon soared into the air, roaring toward the heavens. The sound was deafening, causing the entire Consciousness Sea to tremble—the scene was truly staggering. At this moment, beads of sweat multiplied on Feng Wenjun's forehead, and his expression grew even more painful. That yellow golden dragon soared and swooped through the Consciousness Sea, turning everything upside down. The Chaos Innate Bloodline seemed to sense this immense power, causing the blood throughout his body to flow rapidly and converge from all directions into the Consciousness Sea.
Instantly, a colossal Chaos Deity statue appeared within the Consciousness Sea, looking exceptionally solemn. With a massive torso, bared fangs, and a piercing gaze that could pierce a person's soul with a single glance, it was surrounded by wisps of chaotic energy, filling beholders with both awe and mystery.
The Chaos Deity statue extended a hand, its palm blocking out the sky as it reached toward the golden dragon. Paralyzed by the pressure of that giant hand, the golden dragon remained motionless while continuously roaring. The giant hand closed around the golden dragon and gave it a gentle squeeze, shattering it into numerous golden fragments. Only then did a trace of relief appear on Feng Wenjun's face; knowing this was his chance, he persisted in refining that aura. Time flew by, a day and a night passed, and Xiaoyu silently stood guard beside him the entire time.
"It looks like you've broken through and reached the Foundation Establishment 1st Layer," Xiaoyu said, looking at Feng Wenjun.
"I never expected this wisp of immortal aura to be so powerful, allowing me to break through by so many levels all at once," Feng Wenjun said happily to Xiaoyu.
"The Chaos Innate Formula has also reached the third stage, and the Draconic Steps have reached the Lesser Accomplishment. Right now, I feel like I'm invincible. Haha!"
"Well, with your current cultivation level, you can now practice this Heaven-Overturning Palm." With that, she pulled a book out of her head and handed it to Feng Wenjun. He took the book and immediately began practicing...