Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 356 - 340: Phone Call

Standing outside the car, Feng Ju sniffed the damp chill in the air. He hadn’t had a chance to eat all night, and hearing the sound of his rebellious son slurping as if, black lines appeared on his forehead.

Feng Ju gritted his teeth, his tone extremely harsh and sinister:

"Useless waste, still thinking about eating now? Well, it might as well be your last decent meal."

Feng Mu’s skill in Qi Cultivation had improved, and he no longer got angry easily. He laughed generously:

"Of course, how can I refuse the goodwill of subordinates? Besides, what could be more important than a meal?"

As he spoke, Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong with a gratified face. Wang Cong was excited, raised his hand, and a corpse was dragged out from the pipe wall, wrapped in fine sand.

Feng Mu lowered his head, a trace of ethereal light flowing between his fingers, gently brushing over the surface of the corpse, which immediately disintegrated visibly into a pile of lustrous white fragments.

Then, the second, the third... They continued in succession, as if presented by an invisible hand, passing one by one before Feng Mu’s eyes.

[You have initiated the Feast.]

[You have extracted a portion of Life Essence.]

[Essence quality: Mediocre.]

[The mediocre Life Essence has no special value, converting into 15 days of Essence of Life for you.]

[You have initiated the Feast.]

[You have extracted a usable Life Essence.]

[Essence quality: Ordinary.]

[This Essence contains ordinary Life Energy, converting into 30 days of Essence of Life for you.]

[You have initiated the Feast once again.]

[You have extracted an abundant Life Essence.]

[Essence quality: Exquisite.]

[This Essence is rich and vibrant, full of Life Energy, converting into 90 days of Essence of Life for you.]

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Watching one Essence after another being elegantly extracted by Feng Mu, leaving only the most fundamental imprint, this precise extraction and savoring of Life Energy undoubtedly offered the highest commendation to the preparer.

Wang Cong’s mouth hung open, watching Feng Mu perform the ritual. He felt a thrill and satisfaction even greater than if he had benefited himself.

He showed an innocent smile and joyfully rolled up the lustrous white fragments left after extraction, sending them all into the gourd.

The fine white sand twirled lightly around the gourd like gentle silk threads, ultimately manifesting behind Wang Cong a pair of loving parental faces, as if silently feeling the sincere intentions from their son.

Feng Mu was also quite moved. He tenderly invited over the phone:

"My respected father, do you wish to join me in this life’s banquet?"

On the other end of the line, Feng Ju listened to the subtle sounds coming through the receiver, seemingly the hum of energy flow or perhaps the whisper of something silently transforming.

He couldn’t imagine what Feng Mu was enjoying, only finding the sounds of eating inexplicably tantalizing, causing his tongue to unwittingly salivate.

He swallowed, grimaced, and cursed angrily:

"Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! I don’t even know how you can enjoy anything right now. If you had any sense, you’d be rolling over here begging me, begging me..."

Feng Mu interrupted Feng Ju’s lecture, speaking softly:

"I’m enjoying a delicacy, my respected father. If you don’t wish to join, could you at least not spoil my appetite?"

Feng Ju was so angry his stomach felt full, and he snarled:

"You think I want to save you? If it weren’t for your mother, I..."

Feng Mu had always had a deep understanding of his original father’s nature, and as he traveled further on his villainous path, his insight into Feng Ju sharpened even more.

Just as selfish people understand the minds of other selfish people, villains can detect the masked scent of villainy better.

Feng Mu’s chuckling voice held no emotional waves:

"My respected father, you don’t wish to save me; you just want to save your own future. This kind of hypocritical performance, you should leave it to my beloved sister, hehe—"

Feng Ju was so enraged that his face turned ashen, stammering in fury again and again:

"Rebel, rebel, you unfilial son!"

Feng Mu maintained his polite smile, responding in an even tone:

"Don’t be angry, my respected father. See you tomorrow morning at the Patrol Office!"

Wang Cong quietly waited for Feng Mu to hang up the phone, his lips moving slightly before he cautiously asked:

"Feng Mu, your relationship with your father doesn’t seem very harmonious?"

Feng Mu smiled indifferently, then glanced at the two sand faces behind Wang Cong, enviously commenting:

"Yeah, Wang Cong, you’re fortunate to have parents who love you so much."

Wang Cong nodded happily, but he hoped that Feng Mu could also experience family warmth. He pondered for a moment, then spoke sincerely:

"Perhaps you’re just lacking opportunities to understand each other. I once didn’t understand my parents well, but once they were gone, I profoundly realized their importance in my life."

Feng Mu furrowed his brows slightly:

"Are you suggesting I communicate more with my father?"

Wang Cong gently shook his head. He wasn’t a fool and could tell how strained the relationship between Feng Mu and his father was, something that couldn’t be resolved with simple communication.

Fortunately, having experienced life and death, his perspective, particularly on family matters, had become detached beyond ordinary people’s comprehension.

In this regard, even Feng Mu couldn’t compare, so he considered himself offering a constructive suggestion to Feng Mu:

"Feng Mu, you’ve misunderstood. I mean, perhaps you could have your father leave for a while, and when you start missing him, have him come back to accompany you."

For a moment, Feng Mu was stunned. Even with his wicked mind, he didn’t immediately grasp Wang Cong’s deeper meaning.

It wasn’t until Wang Cong added:

"My father used to have a violent temper, but now he doesn’t anymore. Every day he’s glued to my mother, inseparable. I think they’re more in love now, more willing to listen to me."

Feng Mu blinked, beginning to understand Wang Cong’s suggestion, and he had to admit, it was indeed unique and enlightening. Humbly accepting the lesson, Feng Mu said: "You have a point, I’ll think about it."

Helping Feng Mu brought a genuine joy from the soul.

He instantly beamed a brilliant smile, and as Wang Cong said, his parents, as if in synchronicity, seemed to sense his feelings, showing vivid yet eerie smiles as well.

Such a close-knit, unified American comic family, truly enviable!

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