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Feng Zhi glanced at the wooden box and brocade bag on the table, then dared not rummage through them any further.

Next, put these things away.

Feng Ting, who was standing to the side, patted the dirt off her clothes and swayed as she walked in.

She tilted her head and looked at them for a while, then walked up to Feng Zhi and looked up at him: "Brother, there are so many boxes, are they all for you?"

"Um."

"Do you have any candy?"

Feng Zhi chuckled and patted her head: "What kind of cultivator gives candy as a gift?"

The little girl tilted her head and put her finger to her lips, clearly not understanding what the sentence meant.

She asked again persistently, "Is there any candy?"

Feng Zhi thought for a moment, then reached out and took out a spirit fruit candy that he always carried with him, unwrapped it, and handed it to her lips.

Feng Ting opened her mouth and took it in, her cheeks puffing out slightly, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"Father, Mother, I want to tell you something." Feng Zhi sat down next to Feng Yang and his mother.

Hearing his words, the two put down what they were doing and looked at him.

"I plan to return to Beidou in a few days," Feng Zhi said. "But I want you all to stay with the Feng family."

Feng Yang hesitated for a while before speaking, his tone tinged with reluctance: "Stay at the Feng family?"

"Yes." Feng Zhi nodded seriously.

"Your bloodline with the little girl has been restored. Staying in the Feng family's ancestral land to be nourished by the fortune will make your cultivation speed much faster than outside."

"Moreover, we have already acknowledged our ancestors and returned to our roots; this is now our home."

After listening to him finish speaking, Feng Yang showed a hint of regret: "...That's true, it's just a pity that I just had two drinks with Old Saint."

After hearing his father's words, Feng Zhi smiled and said with a hint of joking, "There will be plenty of opportunities to drink this wine in the future."

"Cultivators have long lifespans. As long as they are not killed halfway through their cultivation, living for hundreds or thousands of years is not a problem."

"Although you are only at the Refining Essence Realm, you have the advancement of your bloodline and the support of the Feng family's fortune. As long as you cultivate diligently, you should be able to reach the Purple Mansion Realm."

"It's similar on Uncle Sheng's side. Shengwu's status is no less than mine. If he doesn't get some good stuff for his father, I'll be the first to object."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang chuckled and shook his head, his expression relaxing slightly: "Alright, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Yu had been listening quietly the whole time, and only spoke up at this point: "Be careful over in Beidou. Don't think you can just rush ahead because you have some skills."

"Mother, don't worry! I know. You should rest early too. I'm going to cultivate now," Feng Zhi replied.

He turned and walked into the house.

……

The next day.

Feng Zhi arrived at the central council hall of the family.

It is located about several hundred feet east of the ancestral hall, and its terrain is half a meter lower than the surrounding courtyards.

This is a palace built of blue bricks, with a huge open space below the steps.

The Feng family members had already gathered here long ago.

"Good morning, Your Highness..."

"Greetings, Your Highness. The clan heads are waiting for you inside..."

Upon seeing Feng Zhi, they all greeted him and made way for him.

Feng Zhi nodded, stepped onto the stairs, and stopped at the entrance of the hall.

His pupils contracted as he stared in horror at the hanging plaque.

He sensed an incredible power contained within it.

Judging solely from the power emanating from the plaque itself, it is no less powerful than his replica of an imperial weapon!

Even he couldn't tell what grade it was.

We can only deduce that this is a great sacred weapon, and it seems there's more than that...

The scariest thing is the words inside! There's only one character, "wind," engraved on it.

It exudes the same imperial aura as the Myriad Transformations Imperial Weapon!

This is the Emperor's own handwriting!

Feng Zhi sighed inwardly, "As expected of the Feng family!"

If this word were typed out...

A demigod? ...No!

This forbidden object, tainted with the aura of an emperor, would likely cause even ancient sages to perish in an instant, and even supreme beings like quasi-emperors would have to flee in panic.

Feng Zhi withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath to suppress his shock, and then stepped across the threshold.

The light inside the hall was dimmer than outside.

Above directly in front are five large chairs arranged side by side, each a few steps higher than any other seat below, creating a distinct hierarchy.

The five seats were already filled, each with a different posture.

Some people lowered their heads, looking completely dazed.

Someone slumped against the back of the chair, looking as if they were on the verge of death.

They were all ancient monsters at the level of Supreme Elders, with gaunt faces and restrained auras, like several ancient artifacts placed casually.

Feng Yuan sat in the middle seat. When he saw Feng Zhi enter, he nodded slightly but did not speak.

There were more than a dozen chairs on each of the left and right sides below, and the elders in charge of each branch were all meditating with their eyes closed.

Standing next to them, near a pillar, were twenty or thirty young disciples, all core members of the Feng family, including Feng Xun.

The auras of Feng Zhiguan and the others were all around the peak of the Core Formation stage, with only Feng Xun at the Purple Mansion stage.

Feng Qian stood in front of the main seat, holding a tray in his hands containing a scroll and a token.

He did not take a seat, clearly indicating that he was the one presiding over the ceremony.

Feng Zhi walked to the center of the hall and stood still, bowing to everyone.

Without saying a word, Feng Gan picked up the token from the tray and handed it to Feng Zhi.

"Feng Zhi, today, in front of all the great powers and all the clan members, I hereby formally bestow upon you the Imperial Son Decree."

"The holder of this decree enjoys the authority of an imperial prince, and can access the cultivation records of past imperial princes, mobilize the family's secret guards and intelligence channels, and, when necessary, temporarily act on behalf of the family head to exercise certain powers..."

Feng Zhi accepted the token with both hands and bowed to everyone again: "Feng Zhi accepts the order."

He straightened up, just as he was about to say a few polite words...

An elder with a dignified appearance, seated on the right, spoke first:

"The position of Imperial Son is no small matter. Feng Zhi's strength is evident to all, but he is often away from the Feng family... If the clan encounters a major event while he is stationed in Beidou, what will happen without the Imperial Son to oversee things?"

This was the Fifth Elder, Feng Pi, a man of unwavering integrity who always prioritized the family above all else. Only he dared to say such a thing in this situation.

Feng Pi paused, as if considering his words, and then added:

"While Beidou has been kind to him, the Feng family is his true home, and besides... Beidou's Primordial Sacred Body has already been found."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became subtle.

The elders exchanged glances, but no one immediately responded.

The young disciples on the side looked at each other, some nodding slightly, others frowning.

Feng Xun stood next to the pillar, arms crossed.

His expression was calm, as if he had expected someone to bring this up.

Feng Yuan sat at the head of the table, his fingers resting on the cane and tapping it gently and repeatedly, without interrupting.

Feng Pi's words truly revealed the secrets that the Feng family had kept hidden for a long time.

They are not against the position of the imperial son; if the human emperor's body is not worthy, then who is?

But Feng Zhi is the Emperor Physique of their Feng family, so why should he go to the Big Dipper to become some kind of Holy Son?

What kind of person is a prince who is often absent from his family?