"Senior, what are you laughing about?"
Xu Si hurried back and saw Lin Xian standing alone outside the door, laughing wildly without end. A trace of confusion immediately appeared on his face. It was one thing for young Otherworlders to be this cringe, but why were the older generation acting so chuuni too?
Could the Inhuman World still be saved?
"I laugh at the Celestial Master's lack of strategy, and Feng Yao's lack of wisdom."
Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky, and said leisurely with a faint air of pretension, "The years are like blades that cut down heaven's chosen. On the road to Immortality, one can only sigh over fleeting beauty. Before the Immortal Gate, I was ultimately the one who took that step."
Xu Si's mouth twitched, but as he looked at the ethereal youth whose body gleamed like white jade, reverence rose in his heart. The sarcasm that had reached his lips turned into flattery instead. "Senior, you have returned to youth and advanced another step beyond the hundred-foot pole. You truly are the number one person in the Inhuman World, with boundless power and vast divine abilities..."
"Good, good, good." Lin Xian laughed heartily, apparently greatly pleased by the praise. In high spirits, he waved a hand and said, "Seeing as you are so perceptive, this old man shall offer you some guidance today. Ask whatever difficult questions you may have."
"A difficult question..." Xu Si suddenly narrowed his eyes, his mind racing wildly. This was a rare opportunity to probe into some hidden matters.
The question could not be too shallow, or the opportunity would be wasted. Nor could it be too important—what if this old monster refused to answer? Wouldn't that be a huge loss for him?
In that split second, an idea flashed through Xu Si's mind. He drew a deep breath and asked, "Senior, who is this Feng Yao you spoke of?"
Anyone mentioned alongside the Celestial Master was certainly no ordinary figure. Yet Xu Si, a regional supervisor for the company, had never heard of him. Instinctively, Xu Si felt that some enormous secret lay hidden within this, perhaps one that could reveal Lin Xian's origins.
He took the bait... A smile curled across Lin Xian's lips. He waved his hand toward Feng Baobao inside the room and said lightly, "Isn't Feng Yao her father?"
"Father..." Xu Si's voice trembled, his pupils widening to their limit. Somewhat unable to believe it, he pressed, "Whose father?"
At that moment, Xu Si felt not the slightest excitement or joy. Instead, an instinctive fear welled up in him—a fear of uncovering that mysterious truth.
The answer they had pursued for so many years had appeared so easily, as though a pie had simply fallen from the sky.
This was far too easy. What if it was fake?!
"Who else could it be? That girl from the Wind Family." Lin Xian smiled faintly. "The Baobao you people talk about—Feng Baobao!"
Like glass shattering, Lin Xian's casual words completely broke through Xu Si's psychological defenses.
As though struck by thunder, Xu Si shuddered from head to toe. Then, regardless of everything else, he rushed into the room and shouted, "Baobao, hurry—"
Hurry? Hurry what?!
Everyone cast strange looks at him, including Zhang Chulan, who had just awakened. Zhang Chulan pressed a hand to his temple, frowned, and asked in confusion, "Brother Si, what happened?"
"N-Nothing." Xu Si took a deep breath. Knowing there were too many people present to explain, he suppressed all the excitement in his heart and merely said in a low voice, "Dad wants to see Baobao."
"I see." Xu San smiled and nodded, though a trace of suspicion appeared in his bright eyes.
Xu Si's behavior was far too abnormal. What exactly had happened?
Wanting to end all this as soon as possible, Xu Si shifted his gaze and impatiently stepped forward to throw an arm around Zhang Chulan. Laughing loudly, he said, "You brat, what did you learn from the Qi-State Origin-Flow? Hurry up and tell everyone."
Making people shift their attention was simple. All he needed to do was throw out an important bombshell.
The Eight Extraordinary Skills' Qi-State Origin-Flow was clearly more capable of drawing everyone's attention than a disheveled woman.
"Xu Si, quit messing around." Zhang Chulan broke free from Xu Si's bear hug, coughed twice, then closed his eyes and carefully savored that power. In a low voice, he said, "It seems there's a stream of qi gathered in my dantian. I don't need to deliberately circulate it, yet an endless supply of power keeps gathering there."
"So this is the Eight Extraordinary Skills' Qi-State Origin-Flow." Feng Xingtong's eyes widened with curiosity. "It doesn't seem to have any special features. It's just an ordinary major heavenly circulation, isn't it? Chu Lan, stop holding back. I'm going to be your future brother-in-law."
Feng Shayan glared and instantly grabbed Feng Xingtong back, delivering a heavy blow.
"The eight characters haven't even been written yet," Zhang Chulan muttered. Then Xu Si punched him too, baring his teeth in a vicious grin. "Brat, quit speaking in riddles and spit it out!"
"It's different." Zhang Chulan shook his head, his expression utterly serious. "I can feel that this circulation never stops, not even for a moment."
"Even when you're asleep?" Feng Shayan's pupils contracted as she suddenly asked.
Zhang Chulan silently nodded. He had not deliberately cultivated the technique, but as long as the Qi Infant was present, his body was like a fully automatic motor—starting itself and cultivating on its own.
"That really is insane."
Xu San drew in a sharp breath. "No wonder it is called one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills. A person sleeps eight hours a day, so someone who lives to a hundred only truly has sixty or seventy years of life."
"More than that..." Feng Shayan clenched her fists. Thinking of how she had cultivated so painstakingly yet could not compare to this bastard, she gritted her teeth. "Aside from sleeping, Otherworlders need to eat, socialize, travel, and deal with all sorts of complicated trivialities in daily life. The time truly spent cultivating may only be eight or nine hours a day."
"In other words, by the time others have accumulated ten years of cultivation and are barely leaving their masters, this brat will already have thirty years of cultivation—the equal of sect masters and famed veterans of the Inhuman World!"
Feng Xingtong sucked in a breath at that and looked at Zhang Chulan as though he were a monster.
If this brat lived to a hundred, wouldn't he have three hundred years of cultivation? By then, who in the Inhuman World could be his opponent?!
"Hahaha, now you know how awesome I am, right?"
Only then did Zhang Chulan realize just how incredible he was. He immediately put his hands on his hips and laughed smugly. "Unmatched below, only I am supreme!"
Finally, finally, his golden finger had arrived.
The humiliation of his past would be washed away. Zhang Chulan was so excited inside that he wanted to roar.
"Idiot..."
At that moment, everyone's vision darkened as the same word came to mind. Some did not say it aloud, while others cursed it outright.
"Unmatched below—have you not heard that foes descend from above?"
"Brat, you still do not understand the true use of the Qi-State Origin-Flow."
"Go comprehend it properly."
Lin Xian used the Qi-State Origin-Flow to knock Zhang Chulan unconscious, then used the Return-to-Origin Method to tap his niwan palace, allowing him to comprehend the Dao in his dreams.
Without Zhang Chulan acting like an idiot, the scene instantly fell silent.
Lin Xian clapped his hands, passed Zhang Chulan over, and said to the Wind Family siblings, "President Feng is waiting for you outside. Take Zhang Chulan along too, and go cultivate your relationship."
"Got it!" Before Feng Shayan could speak, Feng Xingtong snatched up the unconscious Zhang Chulan and happily ran outside. Feng Shayan promptly chased after him, intent on murder.
Sorry for the late update. There will be another chapter at eight tonight.