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He finished his tea in one gulp and let out a resigned sigh.

"Sigh, I used to think you were just being modest, not at all like a proud young man. You didn't have that arrogance. Now I'm completely convinced!"

"In terms of arrogance, pride, and disdain for others... you consider yourself superior to everyone throughout history. If people heard you say this, they would probably think you've gone mad!"

"When ordinary geniuses hear that the emperor is their own son, their first reaction is tension and fear, while prodigies feel apprehensive and worried."

"You're something else. First you wanted him dead, crippled him, and then you said it was a pity he could live a little longer... Sigh, now I'm starting to worry that you're too confident. What will you do if you lose in the future?"

Seeing Wang Batian's angry and worried expression, Feng Zhi poured him a cup of tea.

"Ancestor, I understand what you're saying. The Emperor's own son is indeed terrifying!"

He looked at the old man and asked a question in return: "Then let me ask you, who is stronger, my ancestor, the Human Emperor Huang Xi, or the Golden Palace Emperor of the Divine Clan?"

Wang Batian was stunned by the question.

After realizing what was happening, he blurted out without hesitation, "Is there any need to ask? It's definitely the Human Emperor!"

"His Majesty Huangxi attained enlightenment with a mortal body, pioneered the cultivation system for humanity, and suppressed all races in the starry sky. The imperial weapons he left behind alone clearly demonstrate their superiority! No matter how strong Jinque is, it is a later addition. In terms of achievements and combat power, how can it be compared to our human race's ancestor?"

This is indeed extremely disrespectful. When it comes to the Great Emperor, he is naturally invincible in the world and supreme throughout the ages.

The only one comparable to the Golden Palace is the first ancestor of the human race, that Emperor Xi.

"That's right." Feng Zhi spread his hands as if he were stating something self-evident.

"My ancestor was stronger than his! I am a descendant of the Human Emperor, while he is merely the son of the Golden Palace Emperor. Why should I be afraid of him? Why can't I kill him?"

Wang Batian opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he couldn't refute it.

This kid's logic is so simple and crude, like a brute, yet it's both strikingly similar and perfectly reasonable.

The Human Emperor is stronger than the Golden Palace. Feng Zhi is the legitimate successor of the Human Emperor, while Jin Wudao is the son of the Golden Palace. Based on this, there is indeed no reason for Feng Zhi to lose.

But things in this world are never that simple.

"You can't say that. Our ancestors were strong, but..." Wang Batian still wanted to struggle a bit more.

Feng Zhi didn't let Wang Batian finish speaking.

"Rest assured, Ancestor! Since I said I would kill him, I have the ability! If I can't even kill the son of an Emperor, how can I talk about proving the Dao? How can I face those great Emperors?"

Wang Batian fell silent.

He then realized that the kid had never boasted, and was not arrogant and ignorant as he had thought. It was an invincible spirit, a confidence, but not blind arrogance.

After a long while, he clapped his hands, abandoning his previous attempts to dissuade him, and his tone carried a sense of pride.

"Good lad! I'm really getting worse with age. My spirit can't even compare to yours, you brat. You're scared before the battle even starts. There's no such thing as a human being like this!"

"Emperors didn't have that innate, unique bloodline, yet they could still suppress others. Why can't we, this generation, do the same?"

Feng Zhi Dao Fan Tian Gang chuckled and poured him another cup of tea: "That's more like it."

He returned to the question that had been bothering him the most: "Ancestor, you still haven't answered me. If I really kill Jin Wudao, will the two clans go to war?"

He asked very seriously.

It wasn't that he was worried about not being able to win; from the moment he decided to kill, he never considered the possibility of not being able to win.

He was worried about the consequences.

If his momentary pleasure were to bring annihilation upon humanity and drag countless innocent people into the flames of war, then he could not bear such a sin.

Wang Batian picked up his tea, took a sip, and gestured for him to relax. A nonchalant smile graced his old face.

"Don't worry, if you really kill Jin Wudao with your own hands, what can the gods do even if they are angry? Can they bring his father back to life to take revenge?"

"We humans are not made of clay! The grudges between the younger generation, the victory or defeat, life or death, each depend on their own abilities."

"If the gods were to wage a full-scale war on the survival of their race just because a prince died at the hands of his peers, they would have been wiped out eight hundred times over the long course of history!"

"These are rules that cannot be broken among all races! And those who broke these rules... have long been buried in the river of time."

He then changed the subject, staring at Feng Zhi, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Of course! If you are no match for your peers, it will be the same."

"Even if you are suppressed and killed by your peers, the Holy Land will not mobilize the entire sect to avenge you. The younger generation will handle their own affairs, and the elders will not get involved. Just remember this."

Feng Zhi nodded, relieved.

The two continued chatting, as there was still a long time to go, and the Central Region was simply too far away.

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Zhongyu, Feng family.

As soon as it was light, Feng Yuan began pacing back and forth.

The tribespeople he encountered along the way all bowed their heads in respect, and he nodded to each of them, appearing to be in an exceptionally good mood.

The patriarch and the elders of each branch followed him closely, not daring to leave.

Feng Qian watched his third great-uncle walking back and forth with his cane and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Aside from the family patriarch, who else would receive this treatment? Only Feng Zhi would have all the influential members of the Feng family waiting here.

"Is everything arranged?" Feng Yuan asked without turning his head.

"It's all arranged." Feng Gan quickly followed.

"The bloodline pool is ready, and the incense and offerings for the ancestral worship have been replaced with new ones as you instructed. The venue has also been cleaned, and everyone in the clan who could come has arrived."

Feng Yuan stopped in front of the ancestral hall, looking up at the statues of Huang Xi and Nuwa. Dazzling light shone through the mountains, gilding the two ancient faces with a golden-red hue.

"It's a beautiful day today."

More and more members of the Wind Family gathered in the square, ranging from white-haired elders to toddlers who had just learned to walk.

Several boys, barely ten years old, were arguing about what the legendary clansman looked like.

"I heard he single-handedly defeated the divine prince!"

"He wasn't the Emperor's son; we haven't even met him yet. But at the ceremony, he killed several Divine Race Purple Mansions! One punch each!"

"My father says he possesses the Human Emperor Physique, a physique that only appears once every countless years in our Feng family!"

"Where's Gou Ge? I saw him last time and he seemed really defiant."

"That's Brother Xun! You idiot!" The boy next to him covered his mouth and glanced nervously at the other end of the field.

There stood a young man dressed in a golden-purple royal robe, standing alone, completely out of place with the bustling surroundings.

His face was imposing, like that of a born king. He was none other than Feng Xun, the most talented young member of the Feng family in this generation.

As a human king physique, he was highly regarded by his clan from a young age. Everyone said that he was born in this era to inherit the human emperor physique that is rare throughout the ages.

He believed it himself.

From the time he could remember, he was more diligent than anyone else, mastering and excelling in everything from imperial scriptures and supernatural powers to ancient arts.

It wasn't until the news of the awakening of the Human Emperor's Body came that he understood that the Human Emperor's will never wait for anyone.