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In an instant, he felt as if his soul was about to explode, and countless unfamiliar words and images flashed by—a power he had never witnessed in the past half of his life.

The entire mystery of summoning spirits and commanding generals was presented to him in a way he had never imagined. How could this be?

His mind was in complete chaos. He felt as if he had received a divine empowerment, the profoundness of which was beyond his comprehension.

Ignoring Feng Zhenghao, who seemed to be in a meditative state, Yang Yi turned around and pointed his finger at Feng Shayan's head.

The moment her forehead was touched, Feng Shayan's innate spatial abilities were slightly enhanced.

A deeper understanding of space entered her mind, and she felt that the space around her had become more "soft" and easier for her to manipulate.

Her superpower limit was raised, her potential was further stimulated, and some kind of constraint within her body was broken.

Her sense of spatial location became clearer, and the world seemed to unfold a new side before her.

Yang Yi withdrew his hand, and the faces of Feng Zhenghao and his daughter were filled with disbelief.

Consider this as a reward for taking their ancestral martial arts techniques without their permission.

Equivalent exchange is also part of his divine power, even though the value he gives is far greater to them than what they take away.

Feng Zhenghao stood there, his body trembling slightly, not out of fear, but out of the dizziness and excitement that comes with being overwhelmed by a huge amount of information.

He looked at Yang Yi again, his eyes filled with disbelief and awe.

Who exactly is this person?

With just a few words, he was taught so much knowledge that it exceeded his understanding of power. He felt as if he were looking up at the starry sky, and Yang Yi was the starry sky itself.

Standing beside her father, Feng Shayan also sensed Yang Yi's power and unpredictability.

This person was someone she couldn't understand at all; his very existence was a mystery, a mystery even more profound than the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

"you...".

Feng Zhenghao wanted to ask Yang Yi what he had done and what the technique was all about, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Yang Yi ignored him and turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan was completely confused. He looked at Feng Zhenghao and his daughter's unusual reactions, then at Yang Yi, with a puzzled expression.

"Brother Yi, what's wrong?" Zhang Chulan asked in a low voice, feeling that the atmosphere was very strange, as if he was in a drama that he couldn't understand at all.

Yang Yi ignored Zhang Chulan's question, looked directly at Feng Zhenghao, and said, "You can leave now."

Feng Zhenghao opened his mouth, wanting to ask a thousand questions about the sudden emergence of the cultivation technique and the source of Yang Yi's power.

But looking at the other person's calm face, he knew that now was not the time to ask questions, and he didn't seem to have the right to ask.

The strength and methods Yang Yi displayed far exceeded his comprehension. He needed time to digest everything and to understand the profound techniques that had flooded his mind.

"Thank you." Feng Zhenghao managed to squeeze out these two words, knowing that they were far from enough to express his complex feelings at the moment, but perhaps this was the only response he could give.

He bowed slightly to show his gratitude.

Feng Shayan also realized at this moment that the young man in front of her was not someone they could win over or measure.

She nodded slightly to Yang Yi along with her father, but seemed to have no intention of leaving.

Seeing that the two were still there, Yang Yi frowned slightly, a golden glint flashing in his eyes. He raised his right hand and casually waved it forward.

"You should go back."

As soon as the words were spoken, Feng Zhenghao and his daughter, along with the bodyguards behind them, trembled simultaneously, their eyes instantly becoming glazed.

They turned around in unison and walked back towards the headquarters of the World Society with stiff steps.

After returning to the headquarters of the World Society, Feng Zhenghao and his daughter regained consciousness and control of their bodies. A wave of fear washed over them, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of gaining strange powers.

Feng Zhenghao carefully read the complete version of the Soul Binding Technique in his mind, his expression shifting from shock to ecstasy.

This was no longer the version he was familiar with, but a more profound and essential power system. Every detail had been meticulously crafted, and every aspect contained profound mysteries, elevating the art of summoning spirits to a completely new level.

On the other side, Feng Shayan was also immersed in rediscovering her innate superpower.

She could feel the space flowing through her fingertips, smoother and more compliant than ever before. The spatial manipulation that once required her full strength could now be accomplished with a single thought.

Excitement shone in her eyes as she experimented with the new ability Yang Yi had given her, over and over again.

“Father, this is incredible!” Feng Shayan finally stopped and turned to Feng Zhenghao, who was also immersed in surprise. “I feel that my abilities have increased at least three times! And my understanding of space is completely different.”

Feng Zhenghao nodded slightly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes: "Me too. This Spirit Binding and Commanding technique is no longer the original version we had. It is more profound, more complete, and even includes some applications that I had never thought of before."

The two exchanged a glance, and their conversation naturally turned to the mysterious young man—Yang Yi.

"Who exactly is he?" Feng Shayan asked softly, her voice tinged with awe. "That kind of power is nothing like that of an ordinary superhuman."

Feng Zhenghao fell into deep thought, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest: "Since I took the position of one of the Ten Elders and reached the pinnacle of the world of supernatural beings, this is the first time I have seen such methods."

With just a little bit, the complete technique can be transmitted into someone else's mind, and it can even enhance innate supernatural abilities... This has already exceeded the scope of superhumans.

“Even the old Celestial Master probably couldn’t do that, right?” Feng Shayan sighed.

Feng Zhenghao stared into the distance, his gaze piercing through the office wall. "Considering his age and the abilities he's demonstrated..."

"Could this person... be a reincarnation of a true immortal?"

As soon as this guess was uttered, even Feng Shayan couldn't help but hold her breath.

Finally, Feng Zhenghao shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "No matter what his identity is, it has nothing to do with us anymore. We are already extremely lucky to have received his gift this time."

Chapter 184 A complete life is missing a piece of the puzzle.

Zhang Chulan watched helplessly as Feng Zhenghao and his daughter, accompanied by bodyguards, left without even saying goodbye.

They were just trying to sell me the World Society, trying to get me to join the organization.

As soon as Brother Yi appeared, he tapped the man's forehead with his finger, then waved his hand, and the father and daughter turned and left as if they were possessed.

Zhang Chulan was making his own plans.

Wow! This is definitely a true master!

The president of the World Society and the Ten Elders seem to be no match for Brother Yi!

He was just thinking about how to deal with the Tianxia Society, but now he only has one thought in his mind: he must cling to Brother Yi's coattails!

He jogged over to Yang Yi's side, a sly smile on his face.

"Brother Yi! You're amazing! Chairman Feng and the others were just bothering me, but as soon as you stepped in, they ran away without daring to utter a sound!" Zhang Chulan's voice seemed to be full of admiration, almost to the point of prostrating himself in worship.

Yang Yi glanced at him without saying anything, but inwardly marveled at how thick-skinned the kid was.

Seeing that Yang Yi had read his mind, Zhang Chulan quickly continued his report, while also probing, "By the way, Brother Yi, people from Longhu Mountain also came earlier. That Zhang Lingyu said that his master, the Old Celestial Master, asked me to attend the Luotian Grand Ceremony in a month."

He carefully observed Yang Yi's reaction, plotting how to steer the conversation towards himself.

"Brother Yi, look at how weak I am. I can't even use the Golden Light Spell properly, and my lightning magic is just a smattering. If I go to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and run into those established masters, wouldn't I just be feeding them to them?"

"It's a small matter if I get beaten to death, but what if I embarrass you, sir..."

Zhang Chulan started playing the victim, his tone as pitiful as could be.

"So... Brother Yi, could you give me some pointers? Take care of your little brother?" He rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with longing, almost ready to kneel down and call him "Dad."

"Boss, carry me! I don't want to work hard anymore!" This was Zhang Chulan's most genuine inner cry at this moment.

Yang Yi's lips twitched when he heard Zhang Chulan's words, but he immediately thought that the Luo Tian Grand Tournament was almost the most crucial plot point in the early stages of Under One Person.

Zhang Chulan is the protagonist of this storyline. In the original work, he relied on his shamelessness to fight his way to the finals.

While this kind of behavior might be amusing in anime, it's truly unbearable to watch in real life.

A brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

He has a cultivation technique here that seems very suitable for Zhang Chulan.

"Don't even think about helping me train, I'm very busy," Yang Yi said calmly, directly interrupting Zhang Chulan's unrealistic fantasies.

Zhang Chulan's heart sank instantly. Sure enough, big shots are all aloof, and it's not so easy to curry favor with them.

However, Yang Yi's next words gave him a jolt.

“However,” Yang Yi changed the subject, speaking in a strangely alluring tone, “I do have a divine skill here that I can teach you.”

"Divine skill?" Zhang Chulan's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became rapid.

“That’s right, a divine skill that’s perfectly suited to you.” Yang Yi looked at Zhang Chulan, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. “It’s the final piece of the puzzle to complete your perfect life!”

"After mastering this divine skill," Yang Yi's voice seemed to carry a magical power, "you will be able to soar to the heavens and plunging into the earth, omnipotent! What young masters, what established supernatural beings, will all be utterly powerless before you! Even..."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Becoming the strongest in the world is not impossible!"

The strongest in the world!!!

These four words exploded in Zhang Chulan's mind like a thunderclap!

He could almost see himself punching the Nanshan Nursing Home, kicking the Beihai Kindergarten, sweeping across the world of supernatural beings, and becoming a legendary figure in the future!

What nonsense about the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and the secrets of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques? They're all just fluff in front of the "strongest in the world"!

Zhang Chulan could no longer contain his excitement, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The next second, thud!

Zhang Chulan knelt down cleanly and neatly, grabbed Yang Yi's leg, and began his performance.

"Brother Yi!!" Zhang Chulan burst into tears, his face instantly covered in tears and snot. "I get it! My perfect life was indeed missing a piece of the puzzle!"

"However, the piece I'm missing isn't a divine skill, but a godfather!"

"I heard you have no son, and I want to take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days! If you don't mind, I'd like to become your godfather!"

"Godfather! Godfather above, please accept my bow!"

"I am your long-lost son, with whom you have no blood relation!"

Zhang Chulan cried so loudly and sincerely, as if Yang Yi were his long-lost father.

"What is a face? Can you eat it? Can it make you stronger? Clinging to Brother Yi's thigh is the only way! It's the shortcut to becoming the strongest in the world! What's wrong with calling him 'Dad'? It's worth it!"

Zhang Chulan frantically cheered himself up internally, then used his internal energy to stimulate his tear ducts, making him appear to cry even more bitterly.

Yang Yi: "..."

He looked at Zhang Chulan with a dark expression, who was clinging to his leg, crying his eyes out, and even trying to wipe his snot on his pants.