Chapter 50: Reunion with Little Feng Luo

“There’s probably no shortage of them.”

“But as for the exact prize, it’s currently unknown.”

“It’s something the Feng Clan prepared, though it likely won’t be anything shabby.”

Ji Yaoyao was very confident.

“Hopefully it’s a medicinal pill…”

Chen Fan thought to himself.

To him, cultivation resources were more important than other kinds of treasures.

He had long known that this world was full of dangers.

Now, he only felt it was even more perilous.

He forced out a drop of blood and let it fall onto the jade pendant Ji Yaoyao had given him, initiating the bond.

“Wommm…”

The jade pendant transformed into a beam of white light and actively entered Chen Fan’s body.

Up ahead, Ji Yaoyao sensed this and a smile appeared on her face.

Chen Fan’s trust in her made her very satisfied.

They crossed several territorial boundaries and soon saw the domain of the Feng Clan.

All kinds of pavilions rose from the ground, arranged like stars across the sky.

The walls were majestic to an extreme, resembling city fortifications.

Faintly, one could sense the interweaving power of formations.

“This… is the aura of a true major force?”

Chen Fan couldn’t help but exclaim.

“The Feng Clan is considered a major force. In the Southern Market, they’re among the best.”

“But on a national scale, they’re not classified as a superpower.”

Ji Yaoyao explained to Chen Fan.

“How is a superpower defined?”

Chen Fan asked.

“At the very least, they must have a Divine Realm expert publicly seated.”

“Therefore, superpowers are also called Divine-level forces.”

“As for Divine-level forces, there’s a hierarchy among them too—usually measured by the number and cultivation levels of Divine Realm experts.”

Ji Yaoyao elaborated: “The Feng Clan has always been low-key. On the surface, they don’t have a Divine Realm expert seated, though whether they have one in secret is unknown. But this place is just one of their outposts.”

“Divine Realm experts…”

“Becoming a god in a hundred years—this rarely happens even across the myriad heavens, right?”

Chen Fan couldn’t help sighing.

One could only say that the people of this era had mastered the art of fully utilizing everything.

This was an age where you could become a god by picking up scraps—who across the heavens would believe it?

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Feng Clan’s estate.

The estate was essentially the size of a small city.

A squad of guards stood at the entrance, exuding a chilling, murderous aura.

Chen Fan couldn’t even sense their cultivation levels.

After he and Ji Yaoyao presented their invitations, they were respectfully ushered inside.

Crossing the massive, city-gate-like entrance, Chen Fan finally understood what true grandeur meant.

Judging by territory alone, this place was far larger than his domain.

On the plains, several orchards were planted, brimming with vitality and exuding spiritual energy.

They were all spirit fruits.

There were also fields of flowers, but in truth, those were medicinal gardens.

The spiritual energy here was incredibly rich, far more concentrated than outside.

And this was just an outpost of a single clan.

How vast must their true foundation be?

As expected, no matter the era, there would always be gaps as vast as heaven and earth.

A hundred years ago, everyone had entered a truly fair starting line.

A hundred years later, the reshuffling of order had been completed, and a new hierarchy had emerged.

There was no one to blame for this.

If one must resent something, resent only bad luck, or not working hard enough.

“Every clan is like a well-run machine.”

“Everything here is the accumulated heritage of the clan.”

“Of course, their true foundation goes far beyond this.”

Seeing Chen Fan so full of emotion, Ji Yaoyao offered an explanation.

“Mhm!”

Chen Fan nodded, signaling that he understood.

Feng Luo’s birthday was a grand affair—the entire estate was adorned with lanterns and streamers.

A red carpet several zhang wide was laid straight to a pavilion.

“Goodness, this is a bit too ostentatious, isn’t it?”

Chen Fan thought to himself.

Hadn’t they said the Feng Clan was low-key?

“This birthday banquet—Luo’er insisted on having it.”

“In the past, things were much more low-profile. But after seeing how lively others’ celebrations were, Luo’er wanted hers to be lively too.”

Seeing through Chen Fan’s thoughts, Ji Yaoyao explained.

Inside the pavilion, many guests had already arrived and were conversing with each other.

Everyone who came had the intention of forging connections.

“Yaoyao, you’re here…”

Just as they approached the pavilion, a woman approached them with a fragrant breeze, her face full of joy and laughter.

It was genuine happiness.

Clearly, Ji Yaoyao was highly regarded and held a significant position.

After all, her family owned a commercial firm, and she managed their auction house, controlling part of the Southern Market’s resources.

“Your little ancestor is having a birthday—how could I not come?”

Ji Yaoyao gently hugged the woman and said with a smile.

“And this is?”

The woman looked at Chen Fan, finding his face unfamiliar, and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Chen Fan, my friend.”

“And to clarify, we’re just traveling companions.”

“His invitation was given personally by your little ancestor.”

Ji Yaoyao was introduced very formally.

“Xiao Fan, this is Luo’er’s little grandaunt.”

“A prodigy of the Feng Clan from generations ago.”

“As for her age—you know the drill, it’s a secret.”

Ji Yaoyao then turned to explain to Chen Fan.

“So it was you…”

“I heard about it yesterday…”

The woman was surprised, then greeted Chen Fan, “Xiao Fan, as a guest, there’s no need to be so formal.”

“Big brother, you came!”

At that moment, a cheerful voice rang out.

Luo’er, dressed in her finest clothes, came running over excitedly.

She ran straight toward Chen Fan.

This striking scene immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, felt a tingle on his scalp. He could only squat down, afraid she’d crash into his legs.