New Ancestral Offering at the Feng Clan Ancestral Hall

Farack Royal Palace, Feng Clan villa.

Feng Cang slowly stood up, feeling the ocean-like surge of level 85 spirit power within his body.

Feng Cang's aged eyes turned red once more.

At his age, having been stuck at a bottleneck for twelve years, he had thought he could only wait for death. Who could have imagined that his withered wood would bloom again!

Moreover, it wasn't just a breakthrough in spirit power; even his martial soul showed signs of Martial Soul Evolution!

As long as he continued to practice along the path laid out in the booklet, level 85 would be the least of his concerns.

The gates to becoming a level 90 Title Douluo had already swung wide open for him!

"A great opportunity... This is a great opportunity that I, Feng Cang, and my entire Feng Clan have cultivated over eight lifetimes!"

Feng Cang sighed toward the heavens.

He suddenly recalled his actions from last night.

That tattered booklet he had casually tossed into the corner of his ring, dismissing it as "child's play."

Feng Cang wished he could slap himself twice.

"Someone! Summon everyone at once!"

Feng Cang turned around abruptly, his roar exploding across the courtyard.

"Notify all core elders and deacons of the Feng Clan within Farack City!"

"They must arrive at the villa's main hall within the time it takes for one incense stick to burn!"

"Anyone who dares to be even half a step late will face clan law immediately and be expelled from the Feng Clan!"

The messenger guard trembled in fear, scrambling away as fast as he could.

Feng Cang, usually a jovial old man, was acting like a powder keg today.

One incense stick later.

In the main hall of the Feng Clan villa.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the perimeter was sealed by a spirit power barrier personally set by Feng Cang.

In the center of the hall stood six middle-aged men.

These six were the core foundation of the Feng Clan in the Farack Kingdom. The lowest among them was a Spirit King, and there were even two Spirit Emperors and one Spirit Saint.

At this moment, the six of them exchanged glances, not daring to breathe loudly.

Because the aura emanating from Feng Cang, who sat in the main seat, was too terrifying.

That invisible pressure made their legs shake uncontrollably.

"Clan... Clan Head. What is this..."

The Great Elder swallowed hard, daring to ask the question.

Feng Cang did not speak.

"Hum—"

A cyan gale instantly swept through the hall.

Two yellow, two purple, and four black—eight dazzling spirit rings rose from beneath Feng Cang's feet.

At the same time, the phantom of the Two-Headed Gale Demon Wolf appeared behind him. Its silver fur and the faintly opening third eye exuded a heart-stopping ferocity.

"Hiss—!"

A chorus of gasps echoed through the hall.

The six elders' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Level 85?!"

"Clan Head, your... your martial soul, why has its color changed?!"

The elders were trembling with excitement, dropping directly to their knees.

"Heaven blesses our Feng Clan! The Clan Head's divine might is peerless!"

Watching the elders kneeling on the ground, Feng Cang let out a cold snort.

"Heaven blesses our Feng Clan? Bullshit!"

Feng Cang slammed the table and shouted sternly.

"This is not a blessing from heaven! This is a gift from a person!"

The elders were stunned, looking at one another in confusion.

A gift from a person? Who in this world had the ability to grant a Spirit Douluo a two-level promotion and the opportunity for Martial Soul Evolution?

Feng Cang ignored their shock.

With extreme caution, bordering on reverence, he pulled a delicate Purple Jade Box from his robes.

This was the top-tier jade box he had specifically pestered the Falake treasury for just moments ago.

Feng Cang gently opened the box.

Lying inside was nothing more than that tattered booklet, crudely stapled together from a few sheets of paper.

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly, all of you!"

Feng Cang pointed at the booklet, his voice brimming with irrepressible fanaticism.

"The reason I was able to break through a twelve-year bottleneck and reach level eighty-five..."

"Is entirely thanks to this booklet!"

The Great Elder froze, casting a glance at the rough paper.

"Clan Head, this... which reclusive master left behind this secret manual?"

"Reclusive master?" Feng Cang let out a cold laugh.

"This was written by Xue Yao himself, handed to me just before he left last night!"

All six elders were stunned, their minds buzzing with disbelief.

Young Master Xue Yao?

That eight-year-old child?

An eight-year-old child scribbled on a few sheets of paper, and it allowed a level eighty-three Spirit Douluo to break through two levels in a row?!

Who the hell would believe that if it got out!

"Clan Head, you... you aren't joking, are you?" the Second Elder asked, stuttering.

"Insolent!"

Feng Cang stood up abruptly. A violent surge of spirit power slammed the Second Elder directly onto the ground.

"Do I look like I'm joking with you!"

Feng Cang's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the elders on the floor and cursed.

"You bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well!"

"Yao'er's realm is simply not something you mortal fools can fathom!"

"This booklet he gave points directly to the origin of the Wind Law! Any single page taken out could stir up a bloody storm across the Douluo Continent!"

Feng Cang took a deep breath, calming his agitated emotions.

He held the Purple Jade Box with both hands, his expression becoming incomparably solemn.

"From this day forth, this booklet is classified as the highest, most core secret of our Feng Clan!"

"Any non-core disciple who dares to take a peek will have their eyes gouged out! Anyone who leaks even half a word will have their entire family slaughtered!"

The elders in the hall trembled, answering in unison.

Feng Cang continued.

"And another thing!"

"From now on, any core member qualified to read this booklet..."

"Must bathe and change clothes before opening it!"

"Then, facing the direction of Tiandou City, they must perform the three bows and nine kowtows to the name of Yao'er!"

"Those whose kowtows are not loud enough, or whose hearts are not sincere, will be stripped of their reading rights, have their cultivation crippled, and be expelled from the clan!"

Extremely harsh! Extremely tyrannical!

Yet, not one of the six elders felt it was excessive.

After witnessing Feng Cang's breakthrough, their eyes now burned with a frantic, desperate longing.

As long as they could take one look at this booklet, let alone three bows and nine kowtows, they would even be willing to live as ascetics every single day!

"Yes! We shall strictly obey the Clan Head's decree!"

The six elders kowtowed in perfect unison.

Feng Cang nodded in satisfaction.

But he felt it still wasn't enough.

The favor Xue Yao had bestowed was too great—so great that Feng Cang felt merely following the rules could never express the Feng Clan's loyalty.

"Great Elder," Feng Cang suddenly called out.

"This subordinate is here," the Great Elder quickly raised his head.

"Go. Find a piece of the finest Ten-Thousand-Year Lightning-Struck Wood."

Feng Cang's eyes flickered with a faith bordering on fanaticism.

"Hire the best craftsmen to carve me a longevity tablet."

"Engrave it with: The Benefactor of the Feng Clan, The Supreme Viscount Sky Wind Xue Yao's Divine Tablet!"

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment.

"Patriarch, carving a longevity tablet is fine, but... where should we place it?"

"Where?" Feng Cang glared at him as if he were looking at an idiot.

"It goes in the Feng Clan ancestral hall, of course!"

Hiss—

The several elders drew a sharp breath once more.

The ancestral hall! That was the place where the ancestors of the Feng Clan through the generations were enshrined!

Xue Yao was an outsider, and an eight-year-old child at that. Placing his tablet in the ancestral hall went completely against the clan's ancestral rules!

"Patriarch, this... this is likely inappropriate."

The Great Elder braced himself to advise.

"After all, Young Master Xue Yao does not share the bloodline of the Feng Clan. If we place him in the ancestral hall, the spirits of our ancestors in heaven might..."

"Shut up!"

Feng Cang waved his hand violently, cutting the other man off directly.

He sneered as he looked at this group of stubborn elders.

"The ancestors?"

"Let me tell you all. Even if the first ancestor of our Feng Clan crawled out of his grave, he would have to address Xue Yao politely as a benefactor upon seeing him!"

"Without this manual from Xue Yao, our Feng Clan would be glorious for at most a few more decades. Once I die, we would be reduced to a second-rate power!"

Feng Cang pointed toward the direction of the ancestral hall, his words ringing with conviction.

"Young Master Xue Yao has bestowed upon our Feng Clan the supreme path."

"His tablet will not only be placed in the ancestral hall, but it will be placed at the very top! Side by side with the first ancestor of our Feng Clan!"

"From now on, during festivals and holidays, when we pay respects to our ancestors, we must bow to Xue Yao first, and then to the ancestors!"

"Whoever is not convinced, step forward now. I will personally send you to meet the ancestors!"

Under Feng Cang's absolute, iron-fisted suppression, combined with the temptation of that god-tier manual, the worldly rules in the hearts of the six elders were instantly smashed to pieces.

"The Patriarch is wise!"

"Young Master Xue Yao has the grace of a second birth toward our Feng Clan! He deserves to be worshipped by our clan for generations!"

The elders immediately changed their tune, kowtowing like garlic cloves hitting a board.

That evening.

In the temporary ancestral hall established by the Feng Clan in Farack City.

Incense smoke curled in the air.

A brand-new longevity tablet, carved from Ten-Thousand-Year Lightning-Struck Wood, was held personally by Feng Cang and placed respectfully at the very top of the altar.

Beside the tablet sat the first patriarch of the Feng Clan.

Feng Cang led all the core members of the Feng Clan currently in Farack City.

Dozens of people in total.

They knelt in a dense crowd before the tablet.

"First bow!"

Feng Cang chanted loudly.

Dozens of people kowtowed in unison. Their foreheads struck the bluestone bricks, emitting a dull thud.

"Second bow!"

"Third bow!"

As the grand ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows was completed.

Feng Cang raised his head, looking at the tablet engraved with the name of Xue Yao.

His heart finally settled.

From this moment on, the Feng Clan was no longer an alliance that took money to do jobs, nor were they mercenaries of the Farack Kingdom.

The entire Feng Clan had completely devolved into the most fanatical and loyal zealots of Xue Yao!

With just one word from Xue Yao.

This group of madmen, brainwashed by god-tier theories, would dare to charge at Pope Mountain of the Martial Soul Hall without a moment's hesitation!

Meanwhile, Xue Yao was leaning against a soft cushion, sleeping soundly.

He had no idea that the "little picture book" he had tossed out casually had already smashed a path on this continent, creating a loyal family that worshipped him with absolute devotion.