Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start-Chapter 147: Upgrading father’s physique

The night passed quietly, without urgency or excess. The candle burnt down to nothing, leaving only faint traces of warmth in the room as sleep eventually claimed them both.

Morning arrived gently.

Soft light filtered through the window lattice, brushing across the curtains and creeping over the bed.

Li Shixin stirred first.

For a brief moment, she was disoriented. Then she became aware of the steady warmth beside her, the familiar presence far too close to ignore. She opened her eyes slowly and realised she was half-curled against Feng Yun, her head resting against his shoulder, one arm loosely draped across his chest.

She froze.

Carefully—very carefully—she lifted her head just enough to look at him.

Feng Yun was still asleep, his expression relaxed in a way she rarely saw. No calculating gaze. No faint smile. Just quiet, unguarded calm.

"...You really have no defences when you sleep," she muttered softly.

As if hearing her, his brow shifted slightly. One arm tightened almost unconsciously, pulling her closer again.

Li Shixin stiffened. "...Hey."

He didn’t wake up.

She exhaled slowly, torn between annoyance and something far more dangerous. After a moment, she gave up resisting and settled back against him, listening to his breathing.

Not long after, Feng Yun stirred.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking once, then twice—before realising the situation. Instead of pulling away, he simply looked down at her with a calm, faintly amused gaze.

"Good morning," he said as he leaned towards her.

She sat up abruptly, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around herself with sharp movements. "Don’t start."

He propped himself up on one elbow, watching her without teasing.

He chuckled quietly and stood, adjusting his robes with unhurried ease.

Li Shixin remained standing for a moment, then let out a slow breath and pressed a hand to her temple.

"...Trouble," she muttered.

Outside, the Pavilion was already waking up. Business awaited. Plans awaited.

But for both of them, the quiet of that morning lingered—subtle, unresolved, and impossible to ignore.

The Feng Clan Pavilion stirred awake in its usual rhythm—guards changing shifts, apprentices carrying bundles of herbs, and clerks opening shutters one by one. From the outside, everything looked ordinary.

In the early hours of the morning, the cultivation grounds were already active. Disciples practised in small groups as usual, yet the atmosphere was noticeably steadier than before. Movements were more refined, breathing more controlled, and even those who had struggled for years seemed to find a strange ease in circulating their spiritual energy.

Several instructors exchanged glances as they observed the changes.

"These pills..." one of them murmured, watching a disciple complete a cycle of cultivation without interruption. "They stabilise the foundation far better than the previous batches."

"It’s not just the pills," another replied. "The cultivation techniques are cleaner. Fewer flaws."

They did not speak loudly, nor did they gather the disciples to announce anything. There was no need. The Feng Clan had learnt caution.

Elsewhere in the clan, the elders gathered briefly in a side hall, not for a formal meeting, but for quiet discussion. Feng Bai sat at the centre, listening more than he spoke.

"Still no movement outside?" he asked.

An elder shook his head. "None. Other clans haven’t noticed yet."

Feng Bai nodded. "Good."

He exhaled slowly.

Yun’er was right. Growth needed silence.

"The younger disciples are progressing faster," one elder said. "But there is no instability."

"That is what worries me," another added. "Such smooth progress usually attracts attention."

Feng Bai nodded slowly. "That is why we must restrain ourselves."

He looked around the room, his gaze steady. "No public challenges. No announcements. No unnecessary conflict with other clans."

The elders understood immediately. Feng Yun’s intentions were clear, even without him being present. Strength was being built quietly, layer by layer, without arrogance.

As the discussion ended, Feng Bai remained seated for a moment longer, his thoughts drifting.

Feng Yun returned home, checked the progress of the clan members, and gave some pointers to some young members, clearing their doubts.

He was satisfied with the progress of the clan; at this rate, in a few years, the Feng Clan will have a place in the wider world.

The life in the clan of Feng Yun was idle and relaxed, training and guiding others and spending some time with Li Shixin from time to time.

....

"Father, I want to give you something special; it will upgrade your cultivation talent," Feng Yun said slowly. He and his father were standing in a training room; after pondering for a while, Feng Yun decided to upgrade his father’s cultivation talent.

Although he can boost his father’s cultivation using pills, it won’t have a stable and strong foundation; the effect of the pills slows down upon repeated uses.

"Father, I want to give you something special; it will upgrade your cultivation talent," Feng Yun said slowly.

The two of them were standing inside the training room behind the main hall. The room was plain, built from stone and reinforced wood, with only a few spirit arrays carved into the floor to stabilise spiritual energy. Feng Yun had chosen this place deliberately. It was quiet and free from interruption.

Feng Bai was stunned by his words. He stood there silently, his expression frozen, as if he had not heard correctly. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Upgrade... cultivation talent?" he said slowly, his voice uncertain. "Yun’er, I have cultivated for decades, and I have never heard of such a thing."

He frowned slightly, clearly troubled.

"Talent is something you are born with," Feng Bai continued. "It can be supported, refined, or compensated for with resources, but upgraded? That sounds like something from ancient legends."

Feng Yun understood his father’s reaction. In the cultivation world, talent was considered fixed. No matter how many pills or techniques one used, the limit of one’s aptitude remained unchanged.

"That is exactly why I hesitated," Feng Yun said calmly. "Methods like this are extremely rare. Most people never encounter them in their lifetime."

Feng Bai looked at his son carefully, as if trying to see whether he was joking.

"You’re certain?" he asked. "This won’t harm my foundation?"

"I am certain," Feng Yun replied. "It will not force anything. It only improves what already exists."

Feng Bai let out a slow breath. His hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously.

"If this is true..." he said quietly, "then it changes everything."

He looked down at himself, then back at Feng Yun.

"All these years, I accepted my limits," Feng Bai said. "I thought that no matter how hard I worked, I would only reach this level."

"That is no longer the case," Feng Yun said. "You will go further."

Silence filled the training room.

After a long moment, Feng Bai straightened his posture and nodded firmly.

"Very well," he said. "I trust you."

He paused, then added with a complicated smile, "It seems my son has truly surpassed me."

Feng Yun did not argue. He only said, "Sit down. The process will take some time."

Feng Bai followed his instructions and sat cross-legged at the center of the room, his expression serious but calm. Whatever doubts he had left, he pushed them aside.

If there was anyone in this world he trusted completely, it was his son.

And so, without further hesitation, he prepared himself for a change that he had never believed possible.