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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The Nan Family and the Wu Family, the two most powerful clans in the city, were unable to sleep due to the terrifying phenomena. The heads of both families felt a deep unease in their hearts as they contemplated the situation. After investigating for nearly half a month and conducting numerous inquiries, they finally set their sights on the Chen Family.
With a target in mind, they naturally had to begin probing. Nan Yun, a standout among the younger generation of the Nan Family, had been instilled with the concepts of family honor and responsibility since childhood. He was decisive and sharp-eyed, tasked with testing the waters of the Chen Family's true capabilities.
Standing before the grand entrance of the Chen Family, he adjusted his attire and ascended the steps, knocking firmly on the door.
"Who is it?" a Chen Family disciple, responsible for guarding the entrance, asked irritably.
Thanks to their ancestor's generous provision of high-quality spirit stones and the occasional guidance from the eldest young master, every disciple of the Chen Family was diligently training. Even those assigned to guard duty seized any spare moment to practice.
As soon as the door opened and the disciple saw Nan Yun, his expression softened slightly. "Ah, it's Young Master Nan. What brings you here today?"
"I heard that Chen Feng has returned, so I naturally wanted to come and see him," Nan Yun replied.
"Please wait a moment; I need to inform the eldest young master," said the disciple before closing the door again.
Nan Yun felt a surge of frustration; whenever he visited the Chen Family in the past, he was always welcomed inside immediately. This time, however, he was left standing at the door! Yet, this only piqued his curiosity about the Chen Family even more. Their change in attitude surely indicated something was amiss!
Before long, Chen Feng hurriedly emerged from within.
Nan Yun looked at his former friend, who was now dressed in black training attire with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. However, upon closer inspection, he found it difficult to gauge Chen Feng's strength!
Hiss!
He knew very well that Chen Feng was renowned as a genius throughout eighteen villages nearby. At just eighteen years old, he had already passed the Wu Zhuang examination and reached Houtian Shizhong level—his future looked exceptionally bright.
Yet Nan Yun was no slouch himself; at eighteen years old, he had already attained Acquired Level Seven. Their strengths were only slightly different.
How could it be that he couldn't even sense Chen Feng's aura?
Nan Yun tentatively asked, "Brother Chen, have you broken through?"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "It's all good, just made a little breakthrough."
Nan Yun's mind began to race. He was already at the seventh level of Acquired, and if he sensed that the other party's strength was different, there was only one possibility! That meant the other party had already broken through Acquired and entered the Innate realm.
Hiss! An Innate master at eighteen!
Nan Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard, "Hey, what are you standing there for? Come in quickly." He was pulled inside by Chen Feng.
However, the moment he stepped into the Chen Family Mansion, Nan Yun felt an unusual aura. The Ling Qi within the mansion was so dense that it almost felt tangible; every breath seemed to cleanse his body and mind.
He was secretly astonished. When did the Chen Family become so extraordinary?
As Nan Yun walked along the corridor, he noticed Chen Family disciples hurrying past. Each of them exuded a calm and restrained aura. Although they looked at him with respect, there was none of the previous subservience that suggested fear of offending him. This was a natural confidence that came from their improved cultivation.
One Acquired, two Acquired, three Acquired...
Nan Yun's heart sank slowly. The long corridor leading to the main hall of the Chen Family seemed endless. He had lost count of how many Acquired Chen Family disciples he had encountered.
Nan Yun began to realize that his earlier judgment might have been overly optimistic. Unable to contain himself, he turned to Chen Feng and asked, "Brother Chen, your family's strength seems to have greatly increased recently! Have you had any fortunate encounters?"
Chen Feng smiled but then remembered what his ancestor had instructed about not casually revealing information. Not wanting to meddle in mundane family matters, he replied, "It's nothing special. We just found a batch of spiritual stones left by our ancestors and used them to help the younger generation improve their strength."
Chen Feng swore that he was speaking the truth. This batch of spiritual stones indeed came from his ancestor and were left behind by them. As for the dense Ling Qi throughout the mansion, it was due to his ancestor's unparalleled skills; after just one cultivation session, they had drained the Ling Qi from the entire county, which in turn benefited the Chen Residence.
Moreover, his ancestor had casually drawn a circle that contained the Ling Qi within the Chen Residence, making its density inside and outside vastly different.
However, how could Nan Yun possibly believe this? He firmly believed that the Chen Family must have obtained some treasure that allowed them to siphon off all the Ling Qi from the entire county specifically for their disciples' cultivation!
Thinking this way made Nan Yun feel a twinge of envy. At this moment, Chen Feng still regarded Nan Yun as a friend.
However, Nan Yun had already begun to ponder how to find that treasure! He walked along the corridor towards the main hall, his eyes sharp and focused, trying to discern any possible clues hidden within the details around him. Yet, the layout of the Chen Family Mansion was elegant and well-maintained, with no signs of anything unusual.
Just as he was about to give up, a courtyard near the left side of the main hall caught his attention. In stark contrast to the lively atmosphere elsewhere, this place felt particularly serene. Surrounding the courtyard were members of the Chen Family, practicing their skills while keeping watch. Their expressions held a mix of reverence and caution, as if something unspeakable was concealed within that courtyard.
Nan Yun took note of this. Even the Chen Family disciples who hurried past would unconsciously slow their pace and speak in hushed tones, afraid of disturbing whatever lay inside. A thought sparked in Nan Yun's mind, and he silently recorded this observation.
Finding an excuse, he bid farewell to Chen Feng and hurriedly left the Chen Family estate. Chen Feng watched his departing friend, his expression gradually turning grim. He had expected a friendly reunion, but seeing Nan Yun's furtive glances and sneaky demeanor made it clear that he was not there for him.
Casting a glance at the courtyard where their ancestor resided, Chen Feng quickly made his way over.
Meanwhile, Nan Yun rushed back to the Nan Family, urgency written all over his face as he headed for the study of the family head, Nan Wentian. Pushing open the door, he found Nan Wentian sitting at his desk, exuding an imposing presence even without anger.
Nan Wentian's features were rugged, with deep lines etched into his face by time. Yet his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to pierce through the darkest corners of one's heart.
"Family head, I have important news to report," Nan Yun said, urgency lacing his voice.
"Oh? It's you, Nan Yun. Have you made any progress in your investigation?" Nan Wentian set down his pen and looked up at Nan Yun.
Nan Yun recounted everything he had seen and heard at the Chen Family with barely concealed envy in his tone. "Family head, they must have obtained some kind of treasure that aids in cultivation!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Wentian furrowed his brow tightly, but a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes.
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