Chapter 162

Chapter 162: The Feng Family’s Arrangements

You You’s sudden collapse shocked everyone, including herself. She checked all her skills thoroughly but found nothing wrong. Her body showed no abnormalities. In the end, she could only conclude she’d temporarily… crashed? Maybe from using too many skills at once?

Feng Rong disagreed. He insisted it resulted from Establishing a Contract. Celestial maidens transferred part of their power to Followers during such pacts. When Wu Yue Contracted Long Xi, she’d also turned pale. Convinced You You suffered the same, he shadowed her after their return, terrified she’d collapse again.

He treated her like fragile glass—fretting over hot tea, tripping hazards, and insufficient layers. He dragged her to bed at strict intervals, demanding rest. Had she not refused, he’d have plucked his own feathers to blanket her!

Within days, You You perfected the art of avoiding overtime.

Regarding Qiu Yao, You You informed all immortal sects of the full story. Cleanup operations progressed slowly. The once-mighty Ming Xin Sect crumbled completely, doomed to vanish like the sects Qiu Yao destroyed.

She kept Feng Yu’s actions secret. Feng Rong delivered Feng Yu’s body to his son Feng Qi and explained everything.

Feng Yu’s deeds amounted to sect betrayal. Though Feng Qi’s faction seemed unaware, You You couldn’t guarantee no other Feng Family members shared Feng Yu’s views.

Though Qiu Yao killed Feng Yu, the latter remained Feng Family head and Feng Qi’s father. You You let Feng Qi decide the family’s future: if he couldn’t accept Feng Yu’s death, she’d let them leave the Zhen Yan Sect. If he stayed, he’d remain a disciple.

Feng Qi proved wiser than his father. After burying Feng Yu, he grieved privately before approaching her. “When we joined the Zhen Yan Sect as your relatives, we ceased being just the Feng Family,” he said bitterly. “We became sect Disciples. My father lost himself in ancient tales of Feng Clan glory. That blindness led him astray.”

“So… you’ll keep the Feng Family here?” You You studied the man resembling Feng Yu. Overshadowed by his father and Feng Rong, he’d seemed unremarkable before. Now she noticed his open demeanor and clarity—traits Feng Yu lacked.

“Even if I forced them to leave, few would follow.” Feng Qi smiled ruefully. “They’d rather be Zhen Yan Disciples than Feng Clansmen. Even my father…” He closed his eyes. “He stopped mentioning Wushan. Unconsciously, he’d become a Zhen Yan elder first.”

Perhaps Feng Yu acted alone at Wushan to protect the sect from implication.

Feng Qi knelt abruptly. “Though you absolve the Feng Family, I’ll bear my father’s crimes. Punish me for his betrayal!” He bowed deeply, ready to die.

You You hauled him up. “No collective punishments here. Feng Yu’s choices aren’t yours. Stay, and you’re still my disciple.”

“Sect Master…” His eyes glistened. He bowed again. “Thank you.”

“Good. You’ll handle Disciples’ cave mansion constructions and internal affairs now. Consult Ling Qi as needed.” She transferred all Feng Yu’s duties—fitting for one inheriting his father’s role. “Raise any issues promptly.”

Feng Qi gaped, then clasped his fists. “Understood!” Hesitating, he added, “There’s… one more request.”

“Yes?”

He flushed, staring at his feet. “I’m nearing my next stage of cultivation breakthrough…”

“And?” She’d seen Ling Qi’s reports.

“Once I advance…” His ears turned crimson. “As a Spellcaster, my combat skills rival sword cultivators. Even newly advanced, I can defeat Elder Kui Bi!”

“Huh?” Since when did Kui Bi matter?

“Therefore—” Feng Qi blurted, “I beg permission to propose to Senior Sister Shui Yan!”

Creak.

You You slid halfway off her chair.

*What the—?! That came out of nowhere!*

*Why does everyone want Shui Yan? Is she secretly some Mary Sue protagonist?!*

*And proposing now? People’ll think you’re trading your father’s death for marriage points!*