This palm technique is truly formidable and extraordinary! Feng Wenjun immersed himself in his Consciousness Sea, wholeheartedly concentrating on practicing this set of palm techniques. Within the Consciousness Sea, a humanoid figure formed by spiritual qi demonstrated the palm techniques from the book move by move, over and over again. Those exquisite movements seemed to contain endless mysteries. Just like that, another day quietly passed.
"I've finally grasped it. This palm technique is truly profound with countless variations, and the power of each strike actually stacks layer upon layer. Now that I've reached the 1st Layer of Foundation Establishment, relying on the marvels of this palm technique, I should be able to put up a fight even against a powerhouse at the 5th Layer of Foundation Establishment." Feng Wenjun slowly opened his eyes, let out a breath of stale air, a confident smile blooming on his face, and turned to say to Xiaoyu with a smile.
"Naturally! The cultivation techniques and martial arts skills I gave you are extremely powerful. As long as your cultivation level improves further in the future, I have even more powerful techniques waiting for you." Xiaoyu wore a smug look, her little head tilted slightly upward, her expression as if she were showing off an immensely precious treasure, and answered with a voice full of pride.
Hearing this, a flash of anticipation crossed Feng Wenjun's eyes. Then, as if remembering something, he reached into his robe, took out the item he had previously recovered from the masked person, and examined it closely in his hand. The object had a rather peculiar shape and exuded a mysterious aura. "This thing looks like it belongs to the Monster Race, though I can't quite remember the details." Feng Wenjun muttered with a slight frown.
Seeing this, Xiaoyu leaned in to take a look, then explained, "This really is something from the Monster Race." Hearing this, Feng Wenjun panicked a little and hurriedly asked, "The Monster Race? Do members of the Monster Race still exist in this world today?"
"They certainly should, otherwise how could I exist?" Xiaoyu replied, blinking her round eyes at Feng Wenjun.
At this moment, it was as if a whole new world had opened up inside Feng Wenjun's mind. His face was filled with curiosity, and he eagerly asked again, "Then why would the Monster Race appear here and even want to grab the Immortal Artifact in my hand?"
"I suppose their clan leader wanted to elevate his realm, so they sent these fellows to transform and disguise themselves as humans to search for such an opportunity." Xiaoyu tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and said.
Yet they never expected that not only did these members of the Monster Race fail to snatch the Immortal Artifact this time, but they also lost their lives at the hands of Feng Wenjun. Thinking of this, Feng Wenjun's expression inevitably turned somewhat solemn, and he still felt a lingering worry about those forces hidden in the shadows.
After all, with so many members of the Monster Race suddenly dying, their clansmen would definitely not let the matter rest and would surely come to seek revenge. As things stood, the only way to protect himself and his family was to elevate his own strength as quickly as possible.
Xiaoyu seemed to see through Feng Wenjun's thoughts and quickly comforted him, "There's no need to worry. These Monster Races won't make a huge fuss. After all, their strength is still not formidable, and they certainly won't easily break the current balance among various powers. Just set your mind at ease and cultivate." Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Feng Wenjun's previously uneasy expression eased up a little, and the anxiety in his heart diminished somewhat.
At this very moment, in the spacious and bright conference hall of the Bai Family, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
"Brother Baimu, I heard you returned home, and since I happened to have some business here, I dropped by to visit you." A tall, muscular man with a full beard spoke in broken Mandarin to Baimu, who was dressed in a white suit and possessed an extraordinary demeanor. This man was none other than Kumamoto Takeo from the Black Dragon Organization.
"Brother Kumamoto, long time no see!" Baimu nodded slightly, responding politely. Then, with a profound gaze fixed on Kumamoto Takeo, he asked with a half-smile, "Are you here today to catch up with an old friend, or are you here for the Immortal Artifact from the Tianlong Auction House?"
"Ha-ha, nothing escapes Brother Baimu's discerning eyes! I am indeed here for the Immortal Artifact, it's just a pity that I really have no affinity with that treasure!" Kumamoto Takeo first let out a hearty laugh, then sighed slightly, a trace of regret showing on his face, before asking with a smile, "Does Brother Baimu happen to know Feng Wenjun of the Feng Family?"
"Feng Wenjun? I've heard a little about him. He's a newly emerging talent recently, and he seems to have some grievances with my Bai Family." Baimu replied with a calm expression, unhurriedly.
"Oh... according to intelligence gathered by my subordinates, he may have obtained some kind of fortuitous encounter to embark on the path of cultivation. To be able to fight across ranks with a Qi Condensation 4th Layer cultivation base is truly no small feat. Now that he has obtained that Immortal Artifact, his realm will undoubtedly improve even further. If we don't get rid of him early, he will definitely become a huge trouble in the future. If Brother Baimu needs any help, I happen to have time and can lend you a hand." Kumamoto Takeo said with a solemn face, a trace of ruthlessness revealing itself in his eyes, as if he were already plotting how to deal with Feng Wenjun.
Baimu was perceptive and caught on immediately, understanding in his heart that Kumamoto Takeo wanted to use his hands to get rid of Feng Wenjun. One must know that the Black Dragon Organization to which Kumamoto Takeo belonged was the largest power in the neighboring country, and the borders of Yan were frequently harassed by this force, leaving the common people in deep misery.
As the Defense Minister of Yan, Baimu bore the heavy responsibility of guarding the country. If word got out that he had ties with such a force, wouldn't he be criticized as a traitor?
After pondering for a moment, Baimu hurriedly smiled and said, "It is merely a trivial matter, so I won't trouble Brother Kumamoto. Besides, since you are currently in Yan, many things are inconvenient for you. As the dignified Defense Minister, how could I possibly care about such a small character? There are still some household chores waiting for me to attend to, so I won't keep you for dinner." With that, Baimu made a gesture of invitation, signaling that Kumamoto Takeo was free to leave.
Seeing Baimu's attitude, Kumamoto Takeo instantly felt a surge of displeasure, but saving face, he found it hard to say anything more, so he had no choice but to nod slightly to indicate his departure.
On his way back, Kumamoto Takeo recalled Baimu's words just then, and the suppressed anger in his heart instantly welled up. His face turned gloomy, and he angrily reproached himself in his mind: This Baimu simply doesn't know what's good for him. Hmph, if he were on my turf, I would definitely exterminate him to see if he'd still dare to treat me this way!
Seeing Kumamoto Takeo's expression, Rose gently persuaded from the side, "My lord, please calm your anger. In order to avenge his younger brother, this Baimu will definitely go and cause trouble for the Feng Family. When that time comes, we can just watch them fight until both sides are exhausted, and then step in to reap the profits as the fishermen. Wouldn't that be even better?"
Upon hearing Rose's words, Kumamoto Takeo's gloomy expression instantly shifted from anger to joy. A smile returned to his face, and he burst into a hearty laugh, as if he had already envisioned the wonderful scene of reaping the rewards without lifting a finger.
At this moment, Baimu pondered for a moment longer in the hall, and then had someone send a previously written invitation letter to the Feng Family. After all, since his father had already informed him about his younger brother being crippled, he naturally had to make the Bai Family's stance clear and invite Feng Wenjun out for a proper talk.
Baimu was not as reckless and impulsive as Bai Shaojie, and coupled with his high position, launching a sudden attack would not only make it hard to achieve his goal, but would also damage his own reputation. After much consideration, he came up with this inferior plan.
When Feng Wenjun received the invitation sent by the Bai Family, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret, secretly thinking that this was probably about calling him to account. However, knowing Baimu's character, Feng Wenjun felt that he shouldn't do anything too outrageous, so without thinking too much about it, he decided to go and keep the appointment.