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He quickly caught up with the old man and reached out to press down on his arm.

"Third Grand Uncle, Third Grand Uncle, I was just kidding!"

Feng Yuan stopped, turned around and looked at him, his serious expression not immediately disappearing.

"Are you kidding? What are you kidding? What are you waiting for here for? Why aren't you leaving?"

Feng Zhi released his grip, took a half step back, and said in a more sincere tone, "You were just joking! I just wanted to see how you would react."

He paused:

"Besides, even if I really had that intention, I can't just go like that. Jiang Xi isn't an object that you can just tie up and kill. This matter needs to be considered carefully."

Feng Yuan stared at him for a couple of breaths to make sure the kid had really backed down before slamming his cane on the ground.

"You little rascal, how come I never knew you were this mischievous before?"

"Didn't you bring this up first?" Feng Zhi sat back down on the ground, his tone more relaxed than before.

"If I don't react at all after you say those things, you'll think I don't care."

Feng Yuan snorted and didn't reply, but he sat down next to him again.

The two sat quietly for a while.

The back-and-forth energy from before has dissipated, leaving only the evening breeze and the sound of the distant Fengshui River.

Feng Zhi changed the subject, continuing to ask the old man about the Emperor's offspring:

"Wait a minute, Third Grand Uncle, if the Great Emperor is so invincible, can't he cultivate a human female cultivator to the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan glanced at Feng Zhi, as if to confirm whether the kid was genuinely asking the question or just teasing him.

"Train?" The old man repeated the word, his tone slightly amused, as if he was already annoyed.

"Do you think spiritual practice is like growing crops? You think you can just give it enough water and nutrients and it will grow to the top?"

"The ninth level of Quasi-Emperor... What does that mean? Even before a Great Emperor attains enlightenment, it takes thousands of years of cultivation and countless tribulations to reach this level!"

"Do you think the Great Emperor can simply push someone to that level if he wants to? If that were the case, wouldn't all the forces among the myriad races that have produced Great Emperors have countless Quasi-Emperors?"

Feng Zhi listened quietly until the old man finished speaking before replying, "At least it's faster than her walking on her own, right?"

"It is faster, but..." Feng Yuan shook his head and then said the rest of the sentence.

"But being fast doesn't mean you'll get there."

"The Great Emperor can give her the best resources, clear obstacles in her path, and even personally explain the Dao to her." The old man's voice was very calm.

"But she still has to walk her own path. If she's not qualified enough, if she can't even pass the most basic test of her Dao heart, what good is it if she's given peak cultivation out of thin air? In an instant, the backlash will reduce her to ashes!"

Feng Yuan paused for a moment after saying this.

The mountain breeze made his graying temples sway slightly.

He remained silent for a while before speaking again, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"Besides, the Emperor is also a human being."

"Do you really think the Emperor is omnipotent?" Feng Yuan gazed at the starry sky.

"He can suppress an era, pierce through the vast universe, and make all races bow down..."

"But he also suffers from not finding an opponent, from being too strong to even have offspring, and from being powerless to do anything about the passing of his life..."

After saying these words, Feng Yuan did not continue.

He stood up, leaning on his cane, and dusted off his robes: "Alright, that's enough for tonight."

"Remember this: on the path of cultivation, it is an immense blessing to meet someone who can keep up with your pace, but if you cannot, do not force it."

He turned and walked down the mountain path, leaving a sound behind him:

"Remember to come to the family hall tomorrow to formally grant you the status of imperial prince in front of the clan. Although it is not important, the necessary procedures still need to be followed."

Feng Zhi bowed in the direction of the old man and then headed home.

The sacred stone hanging on the old tree illuminated the mountain path, casting his shadow as a long silhouette.

He hadn't gone far when he ran into several elders coming down from the mountain; they were all familiar faces.

When the group saw him, they nodded to him one after another, their expressions much more relaxed than when they first met.

Feng Zhi nodded, without asking any further questions.

He continued walking forward, turned another corner, and saw two people standing at the gate of his own yard.

Upon seeing him approach, the two bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Feng Zhi stopped and glanced at them: "What's this about, you two?"

One of them handed over a wooden box: "The patriarch ordered me to bring several rubbings of the Imperial Sons' lineage records, so that the Imperial Sons can refer to them in the future."

"In addition, there is a spatial ring containing property certificates for several cities in the Central Region, as well as the Feng family's guard token."

Feng Zhi took the wooden box and ring but did not open them: "Please thank the head of the family on my behalf."

"I will certainly deliver it." The man bowed and then turned and left with another person.

The lights in the yard were still on.

Feng Zhi stared blankly at the pile of things on the stone pavilion table for a while.

Various expensive wooden boxes and colorful brocade bags filled the pavilion to the brim.

Feng Yang was meditating, while Zhang Yu sat on a stone bench beside him, examining the items on the table.

Feng Ting was squatting in the corner, holding a tree branch, wrestling with a black beetle.

"Father, Mother, who sent these?" Feng Zhi walked into the stone pavilion, picked up the top wooden box and weighed it in his hand.

Feng Yang opened his eyes and glanced at the things on the table: "Not long after you left today, people started arriving."

"First, it was the Seventh Elder's men who sent me a box of a powerful medicine to strengthen my constitution and nourish my vital energy, saying it was for me to use." Feng Yang pointed to a wooden box with dark patterns.

"They just dropped them off and left; I couldn't even stop them from going."

"Then the Third Elder's men arrived, carrying a red brocade bag containing several materials for body tempering," he recalled.

"That person said a few more words, saying that their three lineages also produced a body-refining prodigy, but he didn't make it to the end, and these things are just sitting there anyway."

Zhang Yu, who was standing nearby, added, "Later, many more groups of people arrived, all of them just dropped off their things and left without saying much, but they were very polite."

Feng Zhi flipped through it and found that it contained many excellent medicinal herbs, ancient scriptures, and treasures...

Most of them were things suitable for his parents, so it seems the other party really put thought into them. Although they weren't particularly valuable, the sentiment was still worth remembering.

"Um?"

What is this? Feng Zhi stopped in his tracks.

He found a few books, thinking they were copies of some kind of martial arts manual or annotations of ancient history, and casually flipped through them.

What greeted the eye was an extremely detailed traditional Chinese painting...

The two figures, bare-chested, entangled together, first engaging in close combat, then beginning a relentless physical battle, as if determined to fight to the death, even obliterating the Great Dao!

There was also a line of small print next to it, which was clearly carefully copied.

"Snapped!"

Feng Zhi closed the book, his expression changed, he blinked, and then quickly flipped through the other books next to him.

Oh no! My brain!

Of all times, his photographic memory activated on its own! How careless of him! Now he can't even forget it...

He quickly stored those books in his Purple Mansion Space and resumed his nonchalant demeanor.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Feng Zhi said calmly. "Just a few miscellaneous books, they're alright to read."

Feng Yang glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.