Back in his dorm, Feng Yun cultivated while continuing to challenge other Projections.
[Victory against Projection Entity!]
[Drop]: Third-rank Martial Technique Crane Shadow Step
"Manifest?"
"Yes!"
[Manifesting third-rank Martial Technique Crane Shadow Step... Manifest complete!]
Boom!
A massive wave of information surged into Feng Yun's memory.
Not long after, his figure moved, leaving only an afterimage behind.
Whoosh!
When the wind dispersed the afterimage, Feng Yun had already appeared hundreds of meters away, as if truly transformed into a graceful crane, no longer bound by earthly gravity.
"Infusing more Wind Attribute Origin Power, my speed can still improve."
With a thought, Feng Yun activated the second-rank Wind Attribute Cultivation Art Breeze Technique he had recently obtained.
Immediately, Wind Attribute Origin Power integrated into his footwork.
Whoosh!
Silently, his speed increased, looking even more agile and graceful than before—this was the power of the Wind Attribute.
"Even with just a low-level Wind System Talent, there's such a boost. Imagine mid or high-level—wouldn't that be insane?"
Feng Yun paused, murmuring to himself.
Moreover, with a high Wind System Talent, one can fly without reaching Master Realm—a huge advantage for advanced Wind System Talents.
Three days later, Feng Yun left the academy and arrived at the Lin Family residence.
A rather grand villa sat on green grassland—his destination.
The Lin Family was a mid-tier family residing in the inner city of Xingyao Base, far from the great clans but far better off than any family in the outer city.
At the gate stood an elderly man in formal attire, white-haired but spirited, his eyes sharp and bright.
Seeing Feng Yun, he showed a hint of surprise, clearly not expecting such a young student.
He instinctively sized Feng Yun up but found it hard to see him clearly—as if the boy were a rootless floating leaf. If not for seeing him with his own eyes, he would have thought no one stood there.
"Hello, are you Feng Yun?"
"Indeed," Feng Yun nodded.
"Please come with me. The Family Head and several Guest Advisors are inside."
The elder led Feng Yun inside the Lin Family villa.
Inside was a spacious training ground, with the family's main building behind it.
Several figures stood on the training ground, seemingly discussing something.
The elder whispered to a tall man in his forties who immediately strode over to Feng Yun, exuding a majestic aura.
"Little brother Feng Yun, I am Lin Nantian, Head of the Lin Family. Are you sure you want to take this mission? The Storm Squad isn't to be trifled with."
Lin Nantian clearly doubted Feng Yun, as Storm Squad had two high-level Warriors, and the boy looked too inexperienced.
Three other Guest Advisors came over at the sound of voices.
Upon seeing Feng Yun, their expressions varied but all showed doubt—after all, who wouldn't doubt such a young boy?
"I came here specifically for this mission."
Feng Yun said calmly.
Lin Nantian was troubled. Though he wanted to refuse, he couldn't say no outright, given Xingyao Academy's prestige.
He had hoped for a powerful academy student or teacher, but this tender youth left him conflicted.
He knew the Strong List students well, but Feng Yun was nowhere to be found on it.
Suddenly, a Guest Advisor named Qi Heng, a burly man in his thirties wielding a battle knife and radiating heavy aura, stepped forward.
"Kid, this is a life-or-death mission, not a game or trial. If you want to go, fine, but hold out for ten moves against me."
"I'm a high-level Warrior."
Qi Heng's challenge was clearly meant to intimidate Feng Yun into backing down.
Lin Nantian silently approved.
"Alright."
Feng Yun responded with a single word.
Qi Heng frowned—he'd hoped Feng Yun would back down but the boy agreed. What a stubborn one.
"Fine. I'll give my all and show you the power of a high-level Warrior, so you know this isn't a game."
Qi Heng thought silently.
Lin Nantian and the other Guest Advisors stepped back, leaving space.
Lin Nantian muttered, expecting Feng Yun to give up after this fight.
Xingyao Academy was a great power—better not offend them if possible.
On the training ground, Feng Yun and Qi Heng faced off.
Qi Heng stood confidently, radiating a calm, steady aura.
"You strike first."
Qi Heng spoke, sure of victory.
Feng Yun expressionless, placed his right hand on the sword's hilt, drew the sword, and slashed.
Clang!
Six silver sword beams fluttered out, covering Qi Heng.
Qi Heng smiled confidently, swinging his battle knife left and right, easily shattering the sword beams.
"Is that all? Show me your real skill."
But Feng Yun sheathed his sword, as if the battle was already decided.
Qi Heng looked down and suddenly noticed a tear in his clothes with faint blood stains.
He was stunned and paused.
After a long while, he bitterly laughed, "I lost."
He knew if Feng Yun hadn't held back, a single slash would have taken his life.
Feng Yun's sword was unbelievably fast and lethal, killing unseen—this terrified him.
Nearby, Lin Nantian and the other Guest Advisors looked on, shocked as if seeing a ghost.
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