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"They are afraid of the birth of your children, so they will naturally try to prevent it."

"And behind you stand our Feng family and Beidou, who are unlikely to pose a threat to you in the same realm, so we chose the easiest one to deal with, the Jiang family girl."

"Of course, you should pick the softest persimmons to squeeze..."

The old man looked at Feng Zhi, wanting to see his reaction.

"And you think that's all? This was just a test; there will be more and more in the future."

"This is only on Ziwei Star. Once we're in the vastness of space, countless others will want her dead..."

Feng Zhi showed no expression and said calmly, "If it were that easy to kill a Dao Embryo, that would be quite laughable."

"It's just a useless effort. No matter how underhanded they are, they won't dare to send out their senior experts."

"No matter how many of these methods you use, they will only waste the other party's time, and may even be used as a whetstone."

"In the end, we can only rely on a true prodigy to kill her head-on."

"Tsk." The old man looked at Feng Zhi with a disappointed expression.

"You heartless brat! Shouldn't you be furious and want revenge for that girl?"

Feng Zhi rolled his eyes at the old man: "You're such a drama queen."

The old man shook his head. "But you have to be careful. It's hard to say you won't encounter something similar. Don't be careless."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhi's lips twitched slightly, which could be considered a smile:

"Don't worry, among my peers, no one can bring me down. I'm confident of that."

Feng Yuan waved his hand: "Alright, you're going to Beidou tomorrow. Go back and tell your parents what you've done and say goodbye."

Feng Zhi stood up and dusted off his robes: "Alright, you rest now, I'll head back first."

He cupped his hands in greeting to Feng Yuan, then turned and walked down the mountain path.

The lights in the courtyard and under the eaves were still on.

Feng Yang and Zhang Yu were sitting in the pavilion, meditating with their eyes closed. The speed at which their spiritual energy circulated was much faster than before.

Especially Feng Yang, who was only at the first level of the Refining Essence cultivation before, but is now at the third level!

A master of essence refinement, terrifying indeed!

Meanwhile, Feng Ting was curled up on a low couch nearby, her cheek pressed against her sleeve, fast asleep.

Feng Zhi pushed open the door and quietly stepped into the pavilion.

He sat down on the stone bench and took out an exquisite wooden box from the ring he had just received. The box had a mysterious cauldron printed on it.

Open it.

Ninety-nine green tea leaves were neatly arranged in the box, their leaves exuding a Daoist aura and emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance, as if they had just been picked from the morning mist in the mountains.

Feng Zhi brought it close and took a gentle sniff. He immediately felt refreshed and his mind became much clearer, as if his whole being had been elevated.

He looked at it for a moment.

He took out a small pot of considerable quality, put a tea leaf into it from the box, and poured in the spiritual water he had collected that morning.

With a gentle breath, the spiritual water boils.

The tea leaves slowly unfurled on the water's surface, and the aroma of the tea grew stronger and stronger, spreading throughout the pavilion.

The two people who were meditating were awakened by the unique fragrance and looked at the table.

"You brat, what's this good stuff? Just one whiff of it is enough to sustain me for half a day of cultivation!" Feng Yang's eyes widened as he stared intently at the teapot.

Feng Zhi smiled but didn't rush to reply.

After waiting a few moments, he picked up the teapot and poured ten drops of green tea for the two of them. A mysterious Daoist aura flowed slowly in the water, captivating the eye.

It's not that Feng Zhi is stingy; it's that the two of them are too low-level and can't handle drinking too much!

You should know that this is a rare and precious object that even sages would covet.

Feng Yang looked down at the ten drops of tea in front of him, then looked up at Feng Zhi, frowning slightly: "Just ten drops? Is your father only worth ten drops?"

Feng Zhi put the teapot back on the table, his tone tinged with helplessness: "This tea is called Enlightenment Tea, made from the leaves of the Enlightenment Tree of the Jiang family, a prominent imperial family."

"It takes a full hundred years for only nine leaves to fall. For someone as skilled in refining essence as you, ten drops is already your limit."

Feng Yang blinked a few times upon hearing this, realizing just how precious the tea before him was: "...Then I feel like my life hasn't been in vain."

Feng Zhi smiled and poured himself a full glass: "Quick, try it and see what it tastes like."

He then downed the entire drink in one gulp.

The two of them also drank from their cups.

In just two breaths, the immense spiritual power circulated throughout their bodies.

A snap.

They both broke through to the fourth level of the Essence Refinement stage!

As Feng Zhi watched his parents both break through to the next level, his smile deepened.

He poured himself another glass and slowly drank it.

After feeling the gentle Daoist energy circulate within his body, it calmed down, without bringing much improvement to his cultivation.

However, the effect of Enlightenment Tea is not to directly improve cultivation level.

Instead, by emptying one's mind and body and enhancing one's understanding, it becomes easier to grasp that spark of inspiration for a breakthrough if one's cultivation is stuck at a bottleneck.

He put down his cup, looked at his parents who were still immersed in the afterglow of their breakthrough, and said, "It seems that the Enlightenment Tea has had a much better effect on you than I expected."

Feng Yang suppressed the fluctuations of his increased cultivation level, looked down at his hands, felt the surging spiritual energy within his body, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, looking at Feng Zhi solemnly, he said, "This tea... you should keep it for yourself. It's such a waste to give it to us."

Feng Zhi picked up the wooden box on the table, took out one portion and put it into another box: "If you drink it, it won't be a waste."

Feng Yang shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.

Feng Zhi handed over the prepared box and instructed:

"There aren't many leaves, not enough to give as gifts to the elders of the family. You can decide what to do when someone comes to visit in the future."

After a moment, he added, "Remember, you can only brew one tablet at a time! And you can't drink too much either; just add one drop after each small breakthrough!"

Feng Yang and Zhang Yu looked at each other, realizing that their son was about to leave home.

But they didn't say anything; for those who cultivate themselves, parting is the norm.

The topic was shifted to change the subject, breaking the atmosphere.

He smiled and said to Feng Zhi, "It's the Jiang family sending you gifts again. You brat, if you don't marry a girl from the Jiang family in the future, I'll break your legs!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhi immediately covered his ears, feigning pain, and ran to his room.

The two smiled at each other, which greatly eased the atmosphere of parting.

……

The next day.

"Waaaaah..."

A cry rang out loudly in the courtyard in the early morning.

Upon learning that Feng Zhi was leaving, the little girl was clinging to his leg, hanging on it, tears and snot soaking his trousers, mumbling incoherently, "Don't go, don't go."

Feng Zhi bent down, took her off his lap, and held her in his arms. He reached out to wipe her face, but as soon as he wiped it clean, new tears rolled down, leaving wet streaks on her face.