Since the deal was struck, the two stopped playing mind games and instead discussed the feasibility of their plan through the closed cell door. The earlier conflict no longer mattered. Neither of them was a child, so they wouldn't let such a trivial matter cloud their judgment.
"Once you crack the password to unlock the family's lock on the identity chip, you must leave immediately. Otherwise, once the family catches on, you won't be able to escape even if you want to. After you leave, you'll also need to find a way to boost your strength. The family ranking tournament is full of experts—there are plenty of geniuses with vitality reaching 7, and some have even become true interstellar cultivators. If you don't, even if you join the tournament, you won't get far..." Feng Lang warned.
Feng Lin nodded, recognizing the truth in his words. As soon as his confinement ended, he had to find a way to strengthen himself immediately. Weakness was a sin. Since his transmigration, his strength had grown rapidly, yet he still struggled at every turn, trapped in difficulties. What did that mean? It clearly meant his growth wasn't enough! If he had sufficient power, he wouldn't need to waste words—family laws, rules, status... all would be crushed under a single punch. A sharp glint flashed in Feng Lin's eyes as realization dawned on him.
"Since it's a deal, fair exchange is reasonable! Whatever you ask me to do, I'll see it done," Feng Lin said firmly, his words as solid as a nail. "Now, can you tell me the password?"
"Fine!" Feng Lang wasn't afraid Feng Lin would back out. He knew Feng Lin was cornered, with no choice but to cooperate if he wanted to turn things around. That was exactly why he'd approached him. Besides, he had other ways to keep him in check. "Remember, the password is: wsyzm210712973672..." Feng Lang rattled off a 666-digit password, a mix of letters and numbers that would be hard for anyone to crack.
Since the confinement room blocked all signals, the identity chip lost its network connection and became offline, but its basic storage function still worked. Feng Lin memorized the password, double-checked it with Feng Lang, and saved it in the chip's database, ready for the critical moment.
"Alright, it's already the fourth day! Three more days, and you'll be out. I've said everything I need to say. I'm leaving now." Feng Lang stood up.
But Feng Lin suddenly spoke, asking an unrelated question, "With how scheming you are, was that earlier conflict with me intentional?"
"It really wasn't!" Feng Lang laughed, sly as a fox. "Seeing a low-ranking clansman like you show up on the high floors of the building, and not knowing who you were, shouldn't I have bullied you a bit? After all, I'm a wastrel, aren't I?" He said it with an air of self-righteousness, so convincing that Feng Lin was momentarily speechless.
After a long pause, Feng Lin hesitated, "With your nature, why pretend to be a wastrel?"
Feng Lang wasn't surprised by the question. He gave a strange smile. "I don't mind telling you—my father is the clan leader's eldest son, and I'm his only son. But my genetic talent isn't that great; I only managed to enhance the clan's inherited mythical gene, the Serpent Gene, by two points, far behind my peers. If I didn't act like this, do you think my wolf-like cousins would let me off? Besides, how do you know this isn't my true self? Being a wastrel has its perks—bullying others, doing whatever I want, with no guilt. I can pull little tricks without drawing attention. See? When I came to find you, my cousins didn't react at all."
Feng Lin pondered, his expression shifting between uncertainty and clarity. As the direct descendant, if the clan leader died, the first heir would be Feng Lang's father, and the second would be him! A tall tree catches the wind, and without enough strength to defend his position, he'd naturally become a target for many. Compared to that, Feng Lang's standing in the clan must be just as precarious! So Feng Lang played the fool to lower others' guard, a way to protect himself. But the fact that he took pride in this act showed he had no scruples, with a streak of madness in his nature. This man wore multiple masks, blurring truth and falsehood, making him hard to read. Dealing with him could be good or bad, but this was his only chance—he couldn't afford to miss it.
Just then, Feng Lang walked toward the exit. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and chuckled lightly. "Don't worry! Even though you're locked up, I've already told your parents you're out doing part-time work to earn money, so they won't worry. Don't slip up when you get back! And when you escape, the family might cause trouble for your parents. I'll look after them for you, so relax!" With that, his footsteps faded into silence.
Feng Lin's eyes narrowed, turning cold. "Looking after" them—wasn't that just a threat! Feng Lang was using his parents as hostages to ensure he wouldn't back out! Now that his parents were in the man's grasp, Feng Lin was effectively at his mercy. But defying family law to make such a dangerous deal meant they were both madmen at heart. For a madman, did threats even work? No madness, no survival! At this point, without madness, there was no chance at all. If he couldn't even care about his own situation, how could he worry about anything else? So both of them knew this was just a safety net—neither truly believed it would come into play. They just didn't want to burn all bridges unless absolutely necessary.
After Feng Lang left, the confinement room sank back into dark silence—no light, no sound, a deathly stillness that bred despair. Without pause, Feng Lin resumed his intense training. According to the Virtual Martial Arts Tower's AI analysis, he hadn't fully unlocked his genetic potential. His vitality should be at least 4, but it was only 2.9. So he had to boost it quickly, not just break through 3, but also approach his genetic limit as fast as possible. After a strenuous session, his genetic potential didn't increase, and Feng Lin knew his nutrients were depleted again. Without resting, he downed another bottle of life potion and resumed training, driven like a madman.
In the days that followed, he trained day and night, pushing himself to the limit to grow stronger. Genetic potential surged: +15%, +14%, +13%... It skyrocketed to 472%, and his vitality climbed steadily, breaking through the 3 barrier to reach 3.1. The life potion replenished his drained vitality, while the genetic formula converted nutrients into potential. Unnoticed, his body underwent earth-shattering changes. At the same time, Feng Lin keenly felt the potion's effects waning. No matter how good the life potion was, repeated use had built up resistance. So he had to maximize his gains before it lost all effect. This drove him to train even more frantically, ignoring day and night, never stopping, like an unyielding iron man. His potential soon hit 568%, and his vitality rose to 3.3. Such high vitality made him the top student in Earth Middle School, second only to Duan Yunliu, whom he'd never met. But it still hadn't reached the limit of Feng Lin's genetic capacity. Clearly, when he'd forcibly added points to his genes without nutritional support, he'd drained a lot of vitality, which was now slowly being restored. Though he wanted to keep training until he reached his limit, time was running out. His confinement period was over.