The training room was sealed completely.
Feng Yun stood a short distance away, watching his father sit cross-legged at the centre of the formation. The carved lines on the floor glowed faintly, stabilising the surrounding spiritual energy and preventing any disturbance from the outside.
Feng Bai closed his eyes, his breathing slow and even. Although his expression was calm, his heart was far from steady. He still could not fully accept what his son had said.
Upgrading cultivation talent.
If such a thing truly existed, it would overturn many long-held beliefs in the cultivation world.
Feng Yun took a quiet breath and opened the system interface in his mind.
A familiar panel appeared.
[Talent Refinent Elixir – High Grade] Effect: Slowly improves innate cultivation aptitude, widens ridians, strengthens spiritual absorption, and stabilises foundation. Restriction: One-ti use. Gradual effect.
This was the reason Feng Yun had waited. Pills could push cultivation higher, but they could not change the root. This item was different. It worked slowly, without forcing growth, and without damaging the body.
Feng Yun raised his hand, and a small, translucent crystal ford in his palm. It was warm and steady, with no violent energy fluctuation. Anyone unfamiliar with it would never guess its value.
"Father," Feng Yun said calmly. "I will begin now. Do not resist."
Feng Bai opened his eyes briefly and nodded. "I understand."
Feng Yun stepped forward and gently placed the crystal between Feng Bai’s palms. The mont their hands touched, the crystal began to dissolve, turning into a thin stream of soft light.
The light flowed into Feng Bai’s body quietly.
There was no pain.
No sudden surge of power.
Only a gentle warmth spreading through his limbs and core, like warm water slowly soaking into dry soil. Feng Bai frowned slightly, then relaxed as he realised nothing harmful was happening.
His ridians began to react.
At first, the change was subtle. The spiritual pathways that had long been narrow and rigid began to loosen, expanding little by little. The process was slow but steady, as if his body was being patiently adjusted rather than forcibly changed.
Feng Bai’s breathing deepened.
His spiritual energy circulated more smoothly than ever before. The slight resistance he had always felt while cultivating gradually faded away.
Outside, nothing changed.
Inside, the foundation that had limited him for decades was being quietly reshaped.
Feng Yun watched closely, not interrupting. This was not sothing that could be rushed. The system item worked best when left alone.
Ti passed.
An hour.
Then another.
The faint glow beneath Feng Bai finally faded, and the formation returned to its dormant state.
Feng Bai opened his eyes slowly.
For a mont, he did not move.
Then he stood up.
He clenched his fist and released it, sensing the flow of spiritual energy inside his body. It was not stronger yet, but it was clearer. More responsive. As if a layer he had never noticed before had been removed.
"...So this is how it feels," Feng Bai said quietly.
Feng Yun nodded. "Your cultivation speed will improve. Your limits will rise. The change will continue over ti."
Feng Bai looked at his son, his expression complex.
"All these years," he said slowly, "I believed effort could only go so far."
He let out a soft laugh. "It seems I was wrong."
Feng Yun did not respond imdiately. He simply said, "You will notice the difference when you cultivate."
Feng Bai nodded firmly. "I will not waste it."
The two of them stood there for a mont longer.
Feng Yun did not leave the training room imdiately.
He stood there for a while after his father departed, making sure the remaining spiritual fluctuations had completely settled. Only after confirming everything was stable did he turn and walk out.
Upgrading cultivation talent was not sothing that could be done casually.
Even with system items, Feng Yun understood one thing clearly: if this power was used without restraint, it would attract attention that the Feng Clan was not ready to face.
That was why he had started with his father.
Not because Feng Bai was the clan head, but because he was soone Feng Yun trusted completely. If anything went wrong, Feng Bai would not spread panic or rumours. He would endure it quietly.
Now that the result was confird, Feng Yun began planning the next step.
He returned to his courtyard and sat down, closing his eyes as he reviewed the system inventory in his mind. Several items related to talent improvent, physique refinent, and foundation stabilisation were listed there.
Not many.
Enough for a few people, not an entire clan.
"Selection is necessary," Feng Yun murmured.
The Feng Clan did not lack loyalty, but loyalty alone was not enough. He needed people who were steady, disciplined, and able to keep secrets. People who would grow strong without becoming reckless.
He began listing nas in his mind.
First were two elders who had guarded the clan through its weakest years. Their talent was average, but their temperants were calm and reliable. If their foundations improved, they would beco solid pillars for the clan.
Next were a handful of middle-aged cultivators who had stagnated for years, not because of laziness, but because their aptitude had reached its natural limit. These people understood patience and hardship better than anyone.
Lastly, he considered a few younger disciples.
Not the most talented ones, but those who cultivated seriously, avoided conflict, and did not seek attention. Strength given too early to the wrong people often led to trouble.
Feng Yun opened his eyes.
"These will be the first batch," he said quietly.
He did not plan to gather them all at once. That would raise questions. Instead, each person would be called separately over ti, under different reasons. So would be invited for guidance. Others for recovery. A few for cultivation discussions.
Everything would remain ordinary on the surface.
Later that day, Feng Yun t Feng Bai again.
"I want to adjust the clan’s cultivation arrangents," Feng Yun said plainly.
Feng Bai looked at him calmly. "Go on."
"I will personally guide a small number of people," Feng Yun continued. "No announcents. No records. Only you and I will know the real reason."
Feng Bai nodded without hesitation. "I understand."
He paused for a mont, then added, "You’re afraid of attracting attention."
"Yes," Feng Yun replied. "Father, you know the importance of this matter; it can’t be leaked outside."
"Hm. I know." Feng Bai nodded solemnly.
He understood the weight of it far better than most. If it were only one or two people whose talent improved, it could be explained as a rare opportunity or an extraordinary stroke of luck. The cultivation world was vast, and strange encounters were not unheard of.
But if it beca known that soone could reliably upgrade cultivation talent, things would be very different.
Cultivators would not remain calm.
Small clans would beg. Large clans would threaten. Sects would send envoys, then experts. Even powerful forces that normally stayed hidden would begin to move. No one would care about morality or gratitude when sothing that could change their future stood before them.
Feng Bai looked at his son and asked, "How many do you plan to help?"
"Very few," Feng Yun replied. "Only those who are loyal, steady, and able to keep their mouths shut."
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