Feng Shui listened calmly to Feng Ming's response, though inside, a ripple of amusement stirred within him. So, he's truly a reincarnated senior from the realms above the Fifth Heaven Interesting.
A cold glint flashed in Feng Shui's eyes. Well, at least he still knows nothing about my plans for his father.
From that one answer, Feng Shui had deduced several things. Never once had he believed Feng Ming to be someone from the lower realms how could anyone from below escape the gaze of his Heavenly Deductions? As for possessing another treasure, the thought amused him. He's not the child of the Goddess of Luck, after all.
Then, raising his voice, Feng Shui declared to the hall, "Hmm After reaching the Third Heaven, Feng Ming shall be responsible for overseeing the border war efforts against the Wang Clan."
A suffocating silence fell upon the grand hall. None had expected this decree. No one had foreseen that the venerable patriarch would assign such a critical and dangerous task to the young descendant.
Feng Ming's expression darkened, but only for a brief moment. He calmed his breath and thought coldly, So this old man really wants to force my uncles to move against me. He's trying to expose my trump card.
Across the hall, Feng Lin's face paled in shock. He had not anticipated that his father would go so far risking the life of his own grandson. His thoughts turned in turmoil.
Why would Father do such a thing? Even if none of my brothers would dare move openly, who's to say they won't conspire in shadows, push the blame onto another, and escape unscathed? What is he thinking?
The eldest uncle narrowed his eyes. Father You're planning something deep. So deep you'd use your own grandson and perhaps even one of us sons as pawns? The thought made his face sink with gloom.
Feng Shui observed their expressions, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. Oh, mighty reincarnated being Forgive me dear grandson let's see just how many cards you have hidden beneath your sleeve.
But before the silence could settle too deeply, Feng Lin stepped forward, voice strained yet composed.
"Father, don't you think Feng Ming is still too weak to take such a post? He would be an easy target especially for the Wang Clan."
Everyone in the hall understood whom he truly referred to, though none dared to speak the names aloud.
Feng Shui's gaze sharpened. "So you think you've grown enough to question my decisions now?"
Before anyone could respond, he continued, tone final and unforgiving, "My decision is absolute. As for assassins,Feng Ming will be accompanied by my personal guard."
A deeper gloom fell across the uncles' faces, none more so than the eldest. His thoughts were bitter. So the old man truly wants one of us to strike first. Is he really ready to risk both the clan and his youngest son?
Meanwhile, Feng Ming's mind raced.
So I really can't avoid this. That old man has darker intentions than I expected. I'm clearly at a massive disadvantage. But why am I still alive? Is it truly because of my identity as a reincarnator—or is there something else he knows?
His eyes narrowed. No matter what, I must figure it out. One thing is clear he's wary of me. I have to awaken the hidden potential in my cultivation technique.
If I can reach the Third Heaven quickly, if I can awaken the Concealed Mark then I can act the fool while devouring tigers in disguise.
That is the only path forward. Right now, I am utterly suppressed by strength I cannot yet match.