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Feng Yuan personally picked two of the oldest Blood Awakening Grasses. With a surge of his magical power, the herbs transformed into two flawless clumps of medicinal liquid floating in his palm.

With a wave of his hand, he shot two streams of liquid medicine at Feng Yang and Feng Ting, who was curiously looking around.

The Blood-Awakening Grass has extremely mild medicinal properties, specifically designed to awaken the bloodline. Even ordinary people with no cultivation can take it directly without worrying about not being able to withstand its effects.

Feng Yang felt as if his meridians were being soaked in warm water, and a power he had never felt before was awakening within him, his blood boiling.

His sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth deepened, and even his mind became much clearer.

Feng Ting is the youngest, so she absorbs nutrients the fastest.

She yawned, her eyelids drooped heavily, and she nestled in Feng Zhi's arms and fell asleep.

But Feng Zhi knew that the girl would be even smarter after she woke up. Her bloodline was constantly improving her physical constitution, and when she was old enough, her cultivation would progress by leaps and bounds.

Feng Zhi looked at the two elders and Feng Ting, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. He finally felt relieved.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

From the moment his memories returned and his cultivation progressed, he had been vaguely uneasy.

He cultivated his skills too quickly, while his family remained stagnant.

The lifespan of an ordinary person is no more than a hundred years. After a hundred years, while he is still walking on the path of cultivation, his parents will have long since turned into a handful of dust.

He wanted to bring his family onto this path to immortality while there was still time.

My mother took the Divine Spirit Mushroom and is now at the third level of Refining Essence. Although she is not a genius, she has at least taken the first step in cultivation.

The bloodlines of my father and younger sister have also been awakened today. From now on, staying in the ancestral land of the Feng family and being nourished by the fortune, their cultivation will steadily increase.

Perhaps saints are still an unattainable goal for them, and perhaps the path to the emperor is just a legend they can never reach.

But so what?

If one can cultivate to a certain level and live for hundreds or thousands of years longer, that's enough.

Before their lives come to an end, he will attain enlightenment! He will suppress everyone! He will become the invincible emperor!

At that time, he will personally seal his family members away, and no one will be able to leave until he discovers the way to immortality.

This thought had been buried in his heart for a long time, and he had never told anyone about it.

He didn't think this was arrogance; he just knew very well that if he couldn't even protect his family, what was the point of cultivating the Dao or becoming an emperor?

Feng Zhi bowed respectfully to Feng Yuan, who was standing to one side.

The old man quickly helped him up, his old hands gripping Feng Zhi's arm tightly before releasing it, his face stern.

"Why be so polite with family? I don't like seeing that. You're a good child in every way, but you're too much of a formality. Aren't you tired of it?"

He stepped outside first: "Come on, the family dinner is about to start. Don't keep everyone waiting. You're the star of the show today."

Feng Zhi watched the old man's slightly hurried back. He didn't say anything, but silently kept this heavy sentiment in his heart and followed after him with his parents.

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The family banquet was not held in a grand hall, but on a spacious terrace overlooking a cliff next to the ancestral temple.

The night breeze swept through the valley, carrying a faint fragrance and the sound of the flowing water of the Fengshui River in the distance.

Tens of thousands of stone tables were laid out, filled with spiritual fruits and delicacies produced in the Feng family's ancestral land. Although it was not as extravagant as the Holy Son Ceremony, it had more of the casualness and warmth of family members eating behind closed doors.

All the members of the Feng family had already taken their seats. When they saw Feng Yuan leading Feng Zhi's family in, they all stood up to greet them.

Feng Zhi was pulled by Feng Yuan to sit at the main table, alongside several elders—a seat that even the head of the Feng family, Feng Qian, was not qualified to sit in.

He wasn't good at drinking and toasting in these situations, but luckily Feng Yang was there to keep him company.

Having spent decades navigating the world of mortals, Feng Yang's ability to navigate social situations at the dinner table far surpassed his cultivation level. He quickly struck up a lively conversation with several elders.

Zhang Yu was also pulled aside by the wives of several elders to talk. They chatted about everything from the cooking time for marinating meat to the hardships of raising children. A group of highly skilled female cultivators listened with great interest.

Feng Ting was the happiest one. After waking up, she was indeed much more energetic, and she had even grown a little taller. Even her tiny teeth, the size of corn kernels, had grown a bit longer.

The little girl felt extremely hungry as soon as she woke up, pointing at this and that, so Feng Zhi had no choice but to pick out some food suitable for her.

During this time, some of his peers wanted to go and get to know Feng Zhi, but when they saw who was at the table, they gave up the idea.

As night deepened, the banquet ended.

Feng Zhi escorted his parents and sister back to a private courtyard that Feng Yuan had prepared in advance. Two old plum trees in the courtyard were in full bloom, their fragrance wafting through the air.

As soon as Feng Yang entered, he couldn't wait to go back to his room to meditate and cultivate. When Feng Zhi saw this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

He stood alone outside, gazing at the stars overhead, brighter than those in the Eastern Region—a unique star field of the Central Region.

Feng Zhi suddenly felt a sense of peace, a peace that felt like he had finally settled all his worries in his heart.

He closed his eyes and lay down on the ground, the place he would return to no matter how far he went.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the branches of the old plum tree and fell on Feng Zhi's face, he opened his eyes.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of the mountain wind through the plum branches and the faint sound of the Fengshui River in the distance.

He lay motionless on the ground, gazing at the sky tinged with pale gold by the morning light, and suddenly realized that he hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

It's not that the body needs sleep; at his level, meditation and breath regulation are enough to restore energy. Rather, it's about complete mental relaxation.

The matter concerning his family temporarily put his mind at ease, allowing him to lie on the cool bluestone ground like an ordinary person, without thinking about anything.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Feng Ting rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the house, her hair disheveled from sleeping, and one of her shoes on backwards.

She saw Feng Zhi lying on the ground, looked at him strangely at first, then walked over unsteadily and lay down next to him, imitating him, with her two little hands neatly placed on her stomach.

Feng Zhi looked at her, his lips twitching. Since her bloodline awakened, this girl hadn't grown much taller, but she had become more and more adept at imitating him.

"Brother, where are we going today?" Feng Ting turned to the side, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him.

Feng Zhi did not answer; he did not know either.

After paying respects to his ancestors, getting to know everyone, and settling matters concerning his parents, his mind was completely blank.

He reached out and ruffled her hair even more, then stood up from the ground.

He sensed a presence lingering outside the courtyard wall for a while; it was Feng Xun.

Feng Yuan had told him about this person; the silent figure who left outside the ancestral hall yesterday was now leaning against the outer wall of the courtyard.

The man's long hair was slightly lifted by the morning breeze, and he crossed his arms as if waiting for someone.

"I wanted to find you last night, but you seemed to be asleep, so I didn't disturb you." Feng Xun's tone was very calm, as if he were talking to a long-time friend.