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The atmosphere inside the hall finally eased, and everyone was no longer restrained. Their laughter and conversation were much more natural than before.

……

The banquet ended in the afternoon.

Bei Shenfeng personally escorted Feng Yuan and his party to Kefeng for their accommodation. Before parting, Feng Yuan glanced back at Feng Zhi, wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent.

He desperately wanted to get closer to Feng Zhi, but he also knew...

These children didn't grow up in Feng's family, so it's very difficult for an adult to accept them all at once.

Let him adjust gradually; these things take time...

Feng Zhi bowed and watched the figure disappear into the clouds.

Back to the Temple of the Holy Son.

Feng Zhi told his family about what happened today.

He finally let loose in front of his family, hugging his younger sister and bending over, gesturing wildly as he spoke:

"Father, Mother, you have no idea how embarrassed I was today. I stood there and dozens of Feng family elders were staring at me."

"That look in his eyes was like he had done something to wrong me. I kept a straight face, but inside I was cursing him out. Seriously! If I had kept cursing him out, I could have carved out a whole temple."

"The main problem is, I have absolutely no idea what to talk about with them. They're all old men, how am I supposed to have a conversation with them?"

Feng's mother was amused by him, and Feng Yang, holding his teacup, hummed in response:

"You're embarrassed? When you were a kid, you couldn't even beat Xiao Sheng, who was two years younger than you, in a fight. How come you weren't embarrassed back then?"

"That's not the same at all. That guy's build is amazing. He's as strong as an ox. I'm telling you, you don't believe me."

"He actually lifted a stone that weighed several hundred pounds! Damn it, he was only eight years old, is that what you call eight years old?"

Um……!!!

How old?

As Feng Zhi spoke, he felt more and more uneasy...

Eight years old? A mere mortal! How could someone have that kind of strength??

He was young then and hadn't recovered his memory; he quickly forgot his childish temper.

I only knew he was strong, but I never really thought about how strong he was.

Looking back now...

A mere child, only a few years old, lifted a huge rock from the ground and walked several steps before putting it down.

This is a rare innate divine power even among mortals, and in the cultivation world, it is also at the level of the first level of the Refining Essence physical body, or even higher!

How could an ordinary child with no cultivation attain a physical body at the Refining Essence Realm?

"Father." Feng Zhi suddenly looked at Feng Yang.

"Is Shengwu's father really a blacksmith?"

"How could it be fake? Our two families have been friends for generations! Old Sheng's blacksmith shop has been in our alley for over a hundred years, passed down through many generations. His wife even helped change your diapers when you were a child."

The two looked at him, puzzled. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Feng Zhi voiced his guess.

"That guy Saint must have a special physique. People with special physiques will show their extraordinary abilities even before they start cultivating."

"For example, when I first started learning, I encountered the Yi Mu Wang Ti, a guy named You Fu Mu, which was quite a funny name."

"He will naturally be drawn to plants and trees, and will be very clever in identifying herbs or studying medicine."

"A Saint with such innate divine strength must have a power physique, but I don't know what level it is, since mine was awakened later in life..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang slapped his forehead and said, "Now that you mention it, I do remember. That kid is indeed quite strong."

"Our family ordered some tools from his shop, and that kid carried them over with one hand the next day—they must have weighed at least 100 pounds!"

"Looks like we'll have to go back after the ceremony." Feng Zhi moved the mischievous Feng Ting onto his other leg.

This naughty kid keeps touching the Emperor's Mark on his forehead; the little brat just loves those flashing things.

"Regardless of his constitution, since he has this talent, we can't let him continue to stay cooped up in the blacksmith shop." Feng Zhi wasn't going to forget his childhood friend; he had to give him a hand!

Feng Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled.

"If that kid Xiao Sheng knew you were taking him to cultivate immortality, he'd probably be so happy he'd give you his family's heirloom hammer as a thank you gift."

"Forget it, what would I do with that broken hammer of his? Let's not talk about him anymore." Feng Zhi changed the subject, turning his head to look at Feng Yang and Zhang Yu.

"Father, Mother, tomorrow is the Holy Son Ceremony. All the important figures from the Eastern Wilderness will be attending. Would you like to go and take a look?"

"Besides, you'll be going to the Feng family in the future. I'm shy, but you two might get along well with Third Uncle."

"After all, it was he who gave you and your little sister the opportunity to awaken your bloodline, so you could become more familiar with him."

Feng Zhikeng had aged once, and not wanting to be embarrassed, he passed the problem on to his parents.

He has come to realize that he is a shy person, and he can mess around with strangers without feeling any ripples in his heart.

But he would be exposed in situations involving delicate relationships.

And, most importantly!

The Ceremony of the Holy Son was one of the highlights of his life! Who was he pretending for when his parents weren't around?

Feng Yang put down the tea, and Zhang Yu also stopped knitting the little sweater for Feng Ting.

The couple exchanged a glance, and Feng Yang said, "You can go, but with our level of cultivation... I don't care if you're not afraid of being laughed at."

"Hey, I'll go talk to the Holy Master 'Senior Brother' later and ask him to arrange for you two elders to sit in the Feng family's seats. Who would dare laugh at you then?"

"Besides, although I haven't spoken many words to him, I can really feel his concern for us."

"My third great-uncle is a very good person. He will be happier than anyone else to see you at the ceremony tomorrow."

"Father, didn't you say you wanted to offer him a bowl of tea? Tomorrow's ceremony is the perfect opportunity."

Feng Zhi kept tempting him from the side.

Feng Yang remained silent for a moment, then finished his tea in one gulp.

"Okay. I'll go with your mother tomorrow."

Zhang Yu chuckled softly beside her, picked up the little sweater again, and continued knitting, muttering to herself:

"I'll bring Tingting along tomorrow. Although she's still young, she's still a member of the Feng family. It's her first time meeting Third Uncle, so we can't be careless with her manners."

Feng Ting didn't quite understand what the adults were talking about. She was nestled in her brother's arms, playing with his hair, and muttering, "Tingting wants to go too."

Feng Zhi looked down at her and reached out to straighten her crooked bun.

"Okay, you go too. Stay close to your parents and don't touch anything. You can only touch things when your parents tell you to, understand?"

Feng Ting didn't know if she understood or not, but she just kept giggling, revealing a mouthful of teeth that looked like small corn kernels.

Zhang Yu watched the brother and sister from the side, his eyes full of smiles, muttering, "Just keep spoiling her. Wait until she causes a scene at the ceremony tomorrow, then let's see how you, the Holy Son, will handle it."

"Let them make a fuss. Those powerful beings have lived for countless years. They're not petty. Who would bother with a child?"

Feng Zhi spoke with a straight face, glancing down at Feng Ting, "Isn't that right?"

"yes!"

Feng Ting answered loudly this time, even though she didn't understand what her brother was saying at all.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, continued weaving with his head down, and stopped muttering.

"You two continue, I need to go to the main peak to find the Holy Lord." Feng Zhi put Feng Ting down, and without waiting for the two elders' response, he transformed into a golden sun and soared into the sky.