"What? Defeated the opponent so quickly? It only took ten seconds!"
"In such a short time, the opponent must have just stepped onto the ring and then went right back down!"
"What a bizarre ability! How did Feng Lin do it?"
"If I'm not mistaken, that person was definitely hit with mental hypnosis!"
...
Feng Lin's dominant performance drew gasps from the clan.
Those aiming for the championship all regarded Feng Lin as a formidable rival.
This mental hypnosis, once triggered, left almost no room for resistance—it was truly insidious.
"Huh? How did I get down here?" That brat was still bewildered, having no idea what happened, and only after a long while burst into loud sobs.
Being taken down with a single glance—what a humiliating loss!
Feng Lin had already shaken his head and walked away, waiting for the next match.
Through this bout, he also saw the strength of the Feng clan. Even a brat had a life force above 3. Compared to that, the so-called genius Zhao Kai from his class was nothing—utterly crushed to dust.
He had once been suppressed by such a mediocre opponent.
Now, looking back, Feng Lin felt speechless at his own former weakness.
"Feng Lin, well done!" Feng Lang greeted him after his first victory.
As the only one in the clan who could be considered half a friend, Feng Lin nodded to him.
"Feng Lin, our agreement is still valid, right? These days, the head steward has been pressuring to punish your family, but I've been holding them off for you. Now that you've achieved your wish, it's time to fulfill our deal! Next, I need you to help me deal with..." Seeing Feng Lin's surge in power, Feng Lang eagerly spoke up.
"Don't say it!" Feng Lin raised a hand to stop him.
"You're backing out...?" Feng Lang's face instantly darkened, turning ugly.
"Why would I back out?" Feng Lin gave him a deep look, his eyes profound, and spoke calmly, "There's no need to tell me those names! Since I've joined the ranking tournament, anyone I encounter, I'll defeat them instantly. You don't need to worry about that, so telling me these names is completely unnecessary!"
Feng Lang's mouth fell open, never expecting such an answer.
This Feng Lin was too arrogant—his tone clearly showed he didn't take anyone in the Feng clan seriously.
He wanted to say more, but glancing at Feng Lin's eyes, an invisible mental pressure bore down on him, and his words died in his throat.
Looking at Feng Lin's expression, he clearly wasn't joking.
Feng Lang couldn't help but scream inwardly.
He's serious!
Just how powerful has Feng Lin become?
Feng Lin ignored his astonishment and walked straight toward his parents.
"Feng Lin?" His parents hesitated, almost not daring to recognize him as he approached.
They couldn't believe that the one who had just displayed such prowess before the entire clan was their eldest son, who had never shown any genetic talent since childhood. They were still in a daze.
"Big brother!" Only Feng Cheng and Feng Xin, the two little ones, carefree and proud, joyfully threw themselves into Feng Lin's arms.
Feng Lin patted their little heads, and seeing his parents' timid hesitation, he sighed inwardly.
In this life, his parents were ordinary people, lacking ambition and courage—otherwise, they wouldn't be content at the bottom of the clan, doing nothing but sighing behind closed doors.
Their greatest hope was for their children to succeed, awakening powerful mythical genes to gain the clan's favor.
From start to finish, they never thought of rebelling against the clan's harsh rules.
Of course, whether they could do it was one thing, but not even daring to think about it was another.
Feng Lin's growth had been too fast and too immense for them to accept all at once.
"Dad, Mom!" Feng Lin took the initiative to greet them, and the couple's tense bodies finally relaxed, breaking into smiles as they confirmed this was their son.
Yet Feng Lin felt a pang of sorrow, sensing an invisible rift forming between him and his family.
And as his cultivation grew, this distance would only widen, until they could no longer coexist.
Cultivation was, after all, a path of transcendence.
Saving one person is easy; saving all is hard!
As Feng Lin evolved to higher levels of life, with a lifespan far exceeding ordinary humans, he became almost a different species—like a divine dragon soaring in the heavens versus a crawling snake on the ground. Communication grew difficult, even with parents, siblings, and kin.
Thus, cultivation was destined to be a lonely and cruel path, one that only the truly steadfast and unyielding could walk to the end.
The future was predictable, but Feng Lin had no regrets.
Because this was the path he had chosen with his heart, unwavering even through nine deaths.
A pair of cold eyes watched the Feng Lin family reunion, their gazes strange.
They wondered when such a powerful figure as Feng Lin had emerged in the clan.
Nowadays, people had strong life forces and developed minds—no one was a fool.
They instantly guessed that Feng Lin harbored secrets, big secrets!
As for how big those secrets were, no one knew!
The interstellar realm was vast, filled with all kinds of rare treasures, and countless people could encounter opportunities.
Who among those who became interstellar cultivators didn't have secrets?
Unless the secret was exposed and tempting enough, most people wouldn't act rashly.
"Next match, Ring 18: Feng Lin vs. Feng Tao!" A voice came from the monitoring light brain.
Clearly, after this time, Feng Lin had been matched with another opponent.
"I'll be going now!" Feng Lin nodded to his parents and walked straight to the ring.
"Be careful!" his parents called out worriedly from behind.
Feng Lin smiled and nodded to reassure them, but inwardly he wasn't too concerned.
It wasn't arrogance; it was that he had walked through countless dangers and hardships, experiencing far too much.
These experiences had turned into valuable lessons and resources, allowing him to grow to a level unimaginable to others.
These so-called clan geniuses were, in his eyes, nothing but flowers in a greenhouse—posing no threat.
What he needed to do now was to cut through the mess quickly, resolve the clan's troubles, and properly handle his family's situation. Then, he would focus entirely on the college entrance exam.
Feng Lin knew clearly that his future lay in the infinite starry river—that was where his destiny awaited.
He was eager, unwilling to wait even a moment.
The new opponent, clearly aware of Feng Lin's prowess, didn't dare provoke him but instead looked wary.
"Light Shadow Fist!" He clenched his fists, unleashing a genetic martial art, his body blazing with light to confuse Feng Lin's vision.
With a flash, ten identical figures burst from the white light, surrounding Feng Lin from all directions, their fists fierce and ruthless.
From the start of the match, he used his full power, aiming to knock this sudden dark horse of the clan ranking tournament off the ring.
Feng Lin stood still, watching the scene calmly.
Good idea, but ultimately useless.
With a sweep of his mental power, he instantly saw through the illusion created by light and shadow. Though there were many clones, only one was real.
Feng Lin's eyes were deep, like a dark vortex devouring all light. His mental energy materialized, sweeping out mightily, and the light and shadow shattered instantly.
"Get down!" One figure, eyes vacant, was instantly hypnotized by Feng Lin and walked off the ring without resistance.
That was equivalent to conceding.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: fifteen seconds!"
A one-glance kill—another one-glance kill.