Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start-Chapter 141: Clan gathering

Morning light trickled through the window screens like scattered gold dust, falling over the two figures lying beneath the thin blankets. Li Shixin stirred first. Her eyelashes fluttered, her brow furrowing slightly as she felt something warm—and annoyingly comfortable—wrapped around her waist.

She opened her eyes.

Feng Yun’s arm was firmly hooked around her, pulling her against him.

Li Shixin blinked once.

Twice.

Then sighed lightly.

"This child... always clinging," she murmured.

The "child" behind her replied instantly, voice low and amused. "If I don’t hold tightly, Aunt might run away again."

She stiffened before turning her head just enough to glare at him. "You’re awake?"

"For a while." His grip tightened playfully. "Someone was hugging me in her sleep. I didn’t want to disturb her."

"Lies," she said immediately.

Feng Yun smiled, unbothered. "Then which part should I correct? The hugging part, or the part where I enjoyed it?"

Her ears warmed.

"You—you’ve become very bold lately."

"Only around you," he said, brushing his nose lightly against her temple as he spoke.

Li Shixin clicked her tongue softly, trying to pry his hand away. "Let go. It’s morning."

"No." He tightened his hold like a mischievous beast clinging to a treasure. "Aunt Shixin looks too lovely right now. I need a moment."

Her face warmed further, though her voice stayed steady. "Since when did you learn to talk like this?"

"Since I realized Aunt is flustered."

She turned fully in his arms, eyes narrowing dangerously—yet her lips curved slightly.

"Easily flustered? Me?"

"Prove me wrong."

That made her pause. Then, narrowing her eyes even more, she leaned in until their noses nearly brushed.

"Yun," she said softly, her tone sweet and dangerous, "one day, this tongue of yours will get you into trouble."

"I’ll accept all consequences," he replied smoothly, "as long as they come from you."

Her composure cracked—just enough for a soft, breathy laugh to escape her.

"Unbelievable. When did you become this shameless?"

"When Aunt started reacting to it."

Li Shixin raised a hand and flicked his forehead. "Don’t think you’ve grown enough to tease me."

Feng Yun caught her wrist gently. "Grown enough to lift you with one hand."

Her brows shot up. "You dare say such things to your elder?"

He smiled. "If I call you ’elder,’ you’ll get annoyed. If I call you ’Aunt Shixin,’ you blush. What should I call you then?"

Her heartbeat skipped.

For once, she looked away.

"Yun... stop provoking early in the morning."

"Who’s provoking? I’m appreciating."

She tried to push him away again—but his arm didn’t budge.

"Let me get up."

"Impossible."

"Feng Yun."

"Mn?"

Her voice softened. "It is already morning; I need to return to my courtyard."

"I know."

"Then stop teasing and get ready."

"Okay..." Feng Yun finally released her...

Soon Li Shixin wore her clothes and sneaked out of Feng Yun’s courtyard and returned to her room.

...

Dawn broke over Maple Leaf City, washing the Feng Clan estate in a soft golden hue. Yet the clan grounds were already bustling—disciples rushing, elders organising, guards tightening patrols. Word had spread quickly:

Feng Yun was personally evaluating the clan’s talents today.

In the central courtyard—the largest training ground of the estate—hundreds of clan members had gathered. Rows of disciples stood at attention, their gazes fixed on the elevated platform at the center.

Elders whispered among themselves.

"Do you think Yun’er will accept new disciples into his direct tutelage?"

"The boy has surpassed every elder in the clan. If he does take disciples, the Feng Clan’s next generation will be unmatched."

"Shh—he’s coming."

All conversations died the moment Feng Yun stepped onto the platform.

His steps were light, yet the pressure he exuded washed over the courtyard in a calm but overwhelming wave. His presence alone silenced the entire clan.

Behind him, Feng Bai and the senior elders took their seats.

Feng Yun swept his gaze across the crowd. Disciples straightened immediately, as if struck by lightning. Even the lowest-ranked guards felt as though his eyes could see through their cultivation, flaws, and secrets.

"Good," Feng Yun said lightly. "At least, you didn’t slacken in my absence."

Many exhaled in relief.

He continued, voice steady and commanding.

"I called this assembly for one reason: to increase your strength, enhancing the foundation of the clan."

"But strength," Feng Yun said, "is not built on pride. It is built on foundation, discipline, and ruthlessness toward your own weaknesses. That is why I will evaluate every young member today."

The air grew tense.

Elder Chen stepped forward. "Yun’er, shall we begin?"

"Bring the first group," Feng Yun ordered.

Round One: Core Disciples – Initial Assessment

Ten disciples stepped forward—young men and women in their late teens and early twenties. They bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Feng Yun nodded. "Release your cultivation. I want to see your foundations."

Each disciple circulated their qi. Spiritual energy surged around them in varying intensities—some steady, some unstable, some barely controlled.

Feng Yun observed for only three breaths before speaking.

"You," he pointed at a tall youth with a shaky aura, "your qi pathway is damaged. How long have you been forcing breakthroughs?"

The disciple froze, paling instantly. "Y-Young Master, I—"

"Three months," Feng Yun cut him off. "One more forced breakthrough and you would cripple your cultivation for life."

The elders exchanged shocked glances.

Feng Yun flicked his fingers.

A thin thread of golden qi wrapped around the youth, stabilizing his chaotic flow instantly.

"Follow Elder Mo after this. I’ll provide a pill to repair your meridians."

Tears welled in the disciple’s eyes. "Thank you, Young Master!"

Feng Yun moved on.

Next, he pointed to a young woman with steady qi but faint instability. "Your breathing technique is flawed. Who corrected your posture last week?"

She bowed. "Elder Sun, Young Master."

"Your technique is incompatible with her physique," Feng Yun stated calmly. "Switch to the Moonflow Breathing Method. Your progress will double."

Gasps spread through the elders.

"Eighth sense perception..." Elder Chen whispered. "He sees everything..."

Feng Yun continued, one by one diagnosing flaws, offering corrections, and occasionally infusing a streak of his own qi to adjust meridians.

By the end of the first round, the disciples were filled with awe. This was not merely evaluation. It was a transformation.

Round Two: Combat Demonstration

Feng Yun stepped down from the platform.

"Next, I want to test combat ability. Five at a time."

Five core disciples stepped into the arena. They bowed.

"Young Master, please guide us!"

Feng Yun nodded slightly. "Attack me together."

They trembled but obeyed.

The moment they lunged, Feng Yun flicked his sleeve.

A mild breeze brushed past them.

In the next instant—

All five disciples found themselves on the ground, unable to comprehend how they had fallen.

Gasps erupted across the courtyard.

Feng Bai’s eyes widened. "That wasn’t even—"

"No technique," Elder Chen whispered. "Just pure control..."

Even the elders felt their hearts throb.

Feng Yun looked down at the fallen disciples. "If this is your limit, none of you will survive the outside of the maple city’s."

The disciples shivered.

"Again."

This time, Feng Yun let them move.

He dodged effortlessly, redirected their momentum, corrected their stances mid-attack, and enhanced their reflexes by forcing them into disadvantageous positions.

Within minutes, all five were exhausted—but enlightened.

"You lack killing intent," Feng Yun said. "Without it, your sword is decoration."

He stepped back. "Next group."

Clan-Wide Shock

Two hours later, every core disciple had been evaluated. Many sat in meditative poses, adjusting their breathing according to Feng Yun’s corrections. Others surrounded elders, repeating what Feng Yun taught.

The clan was buzzing with new energy—disciplined, sharp, inspired.

Feng Bai approached, smiling broadly. "Yun’er, the clan hasn’t felt this alive in years."

Feng Yun nodded. "Good. They will need this momentum."

Elder Mo sighed deeply. "Feng Yun... your insight surpasses any elder. We... we may no longer be qualified to guide the disciples."

Feng Yun shook his head. "You all have your roles. I will handle only the highest-tier training. But the clan must stand as one."

He looked over the courtyard—disciples training with renewed vigor.

"Tomorrow," Feng Yun announced, "we begin the restructuring of the Feng Clan’s cultivation systems."

Cheers erupted.

Excitement surged.