Chapter 4: Vow

"Phew..."

Feng Hao steadied his rapid breathing, clenched his fists, took a few steps forward, and looked straight at Wan Shuo, speaking each word clearly: "I am not a mediocrity!"

"Tsk!"

"Ha!"

"A toad dreaming of eating swan meat!"

Immediately, mocking voices echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone in Yulan City knew that the Feng family's direct descendant was a mediocrity. Despite being nurtured with medicinal herbs, his cultivation was a whole level lower than the direct descendants of the other three families. This was not something just anyone could achieve.

"You are not a mediocrity?"

Wan Shuo's lips curled into a cold smile, "My daughter, born with an ice attribute, has been taken as a disciple by Mentor Yun Ying. Do you think you can match up to her?"

"Wow...!"

"Can it be that the Wan family's young lady has an attribute body, and it's the rare ice attribute?"

"Hiss... This is serious."

The hall immediately erupted into chaos due to his words, and the faces of those present turned grim.

Attribute cultivators are one in ten thousand among martial artists. Each attribute cultivator can become a dominant force in their own right.

In other words, the Wan family is about to rise!

In a daze, these people seemed to understand why the Wan family had gone to such great lengths to invite all the forces to this so-called mentorship gathering.

Feng Hao's face darkened at his words.

Indeed, he was just a mediocrity. How could he possibly match up to her?

At this moment, Wan Xin was led into the back hall by someone from the Wan family. Only Wan Shuo and the cold woman, Yun Ying, remained seated above.

Sweeping his gaze across the hall, Wan Shuo's lips involuntarily curled up.

Scolding Feng Hao was a pretense; the main goal was to spread this news.

Strength is paramount. With the Wan family now having such a powerful ally, it would be foolish not to use it.

"Hao, come back!"

Feng Chen lightly shouted, stepping forward to block Feng Hao.

"Are you his father?"

A clear, cold voice rang out, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

Yun Ying slowly stood up, and an aura of faint mist surrounded her.

"Yes!"

Facing this woman, Feng Chen's palms began to sweat.

To become a mentor at Fengyue Academy, her strength was unquestionable.

"I don't want to say more, but if he continues to harass my disciple, I won't mind killing him!"

Yun Ying's words were like a cold wind, making Feng Chen's face turn dark.

At this moment, some of the other forces present also showed expressions of anticipation.

"Is that a bit too much, sir?"

Feng Hao was the next head of the Feng family, but Yun Ying directly said she would kill him, which was tantamount to disregarding the Feng family.

"Hmph!"

A cold light flashed in Yun Ying's eyes, and she raised her hand to strike Feng Chen with a palm.

"Bang!"

Just a casual palm strike forced the early-stage Great Martial Artist, Feng Chen, to retreat several steps, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Father!"

Feng Hao hurriedly ran over to support Feng Chen.

"Why did you attack?"

He glared at Yun Ying, his pupils turning red.

"Weaklings must have the awareness of being weak!"

Yun Ying looked coldly at the young man before her, her lips slightly parting, but her expression remained unchanged.

Her confidence came from her own strength, a high-level Great Martial Artist with an ice attribute.

"Weakling!"

Feng Hao bit his lower lip, his heart and spirit trembling, his whole body shaking. His delicate face became somewhat distorted.

Although he had endured contempt for years, with cold ridicule filling his ears every day, he still had his own principles. Seeing his father humiliated in public for his sake, a fierce anger welled up inside him.

He clenched his fists, his dark pupils swirling with rage, and took a step forward, looking straight at Yun Ying. "I will remember this humiliation. In three years, I will come to Fengyue Academy to find you!"

At just twelve years old, under Yun Ying's relentless pressure, he finally burst out, his words stunning everyone in the hall.

The Feng family members could hardly believe that the usual mediocrity who always endured silently would publicly make his first vow.

Three years, from a third-level martial apprentice to a Great Martial Artist, this was almost impossible. No one knew why this young boy would make such a vow, which seemed like a fairy tale to them.

"Hmph!"

Yun Ying's eyes narrowed, and she coldly snorted, "If you can withstand one of my attacks at that time, I will consider it a loss!"

In her view, even she, who was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in her family, took six years to reach the Great Martial Artist realm. How could this twelve-year-old mediocrity, who was only a third-level martial apprentice, achieve it?

Moreover, in three years, she might not be just a Great Martial Artist anymore.

"Of course, this is on the condition that you can enter Fengyue Academy."

She raised her pale chin, completely disregarding the young man's challenge.

Because if one could not condense 'Martial Power' by the age of fourteen, they had no资格 to enter Fengyue Martial Academy.

This was a measure taken by Fengyue Academy to ensure that only high-level disciples were cultivated.

"I will defeat you personally when the time comes."

The young man was completely unfazed, his face cold and serious. His clear, young voice rang out coldly.

"Father, let's go!"

He turned, supporting Feng Chen, and slowly walked out.

The young man's back was stretched long, and for some reason, no one in the hall felt like mocking his overconfidence.

Perhaps it was the young man's courage that moved them.

"If this young man remains a mediocrity, it would be fine, but if he gains strength, he will definitely be a dangerous person!"

...

On the street, the faces of the four elders were all grim.

"Third Elder, inform everyone to gather all the Feng family members. In three days, we will re-elect the head of the Feng family!"

Elder One, Feng Jie, with a dark face, said to Third Elder, Feng Ping.

"Yes!"

Feng Ping responded, pulling his direct grandson and walking forward, completely ignoring Feng Chen's expression.

"Father, I'm sorry!"

Seeing Feng Chen's blood-stained clothes, Feng Hao's eyes were moist.

"In three years, I will definitely wash away today's humiliation for you, Father!"

The young man clenched his fists, his teeth gritted.

"Ah..."

Feng Chen sighed lightly, looking at his stubborn son. He opened his mouth several times, "I believe in you, because you are my son!"

He did not understand Feng Hao's situation.

The medicinal herbs had never taken effect, but were instead absorbed by his body, which was unheard of. If this were true, then Feng Hao's talent would not be much worse than that of the other three families. However, in three years, he would face a peak Great Martial Artist and mentor at Fengyue Academy, which made him very worried.

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