Chapter 394 Clan Rules Are Like Prison

After the words fell, two rays of light flashed in the courtyard, and the figures of Feng Buping and Li Yunyao appeared.

Since the failure of his two sons to form elixirs, Li Yunyao has gradually looked away and spent all his time on himself. Now he has reached the perfection of the elixir, while Feng Buping is in the late stage of the elixir.

Li Yunyao has the same qualifications as her younger brother, and she broke through the golden elixir earlier than Li Yuntian. If she hadn't spent most of her time on her two sons, she would have given birth to a baby.

Now she is mainly self-centered, and her cultivation has also improved rapidly. Now she has dozens of grandchildren and great-grandchildren in total, and it is impossible to take care of everyone.

"Meet the grandparents!"

Feng Youwei was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to salute.

"The child has met his parents!"

When Feng Qilin saw the two of them, tears flashed in his eyes. Since he and his brother failed to form pills, his parents had entered seclusion. He had not seen his parents for a long time.

"Everyone get up!"

Li Yunyao felt extremely sad when she saw her son like this.

The time for cultivating immortals passed quickly. Since the end of the Zhongzhou War, she and her husband had been in seclusion. Now, more than twenty years have passed, and everything has changed.

The greatest sorrow of a family that cultivates immortals is that their black hair and white hair are gone. Their parents are still as young as ever, but their descendants are already old.

"Grandparents, grandchildren..."

But before Feng Youwei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Buping raising his hand: "Okay, the head of the family has already told us about this, otherwise we wouldn't have come."

Feng Youwei's tone paused. Before he was born, he had only seen his grandparents a handful of times.

But he is extremely afraid of the two of them. This may be due to his status, but more importantly it is the pressure brought by the essence of life. After all, there is a huge gap between Jindan and Foundation Establishment.

"Are you going to abolish your cultivation yourself, or are you going to let us do it?"

Feng Buping looked at his grandson with no expression on his face.

They are all working hard to pursue their own Nascent Soul Avenue. If it weren't for the reputation of their father-in-law and mother-in-law, they wouldn't be in the mood to care about such nonsense.

After witnessing the failure of their two sons to form elixirs, their moods changed. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. They can just help within the scope of their ability.

As they have more and more descendants, some of them are still mortals. It is possible that they have to help everyone survive.

Their closest relatives are their direct blood relatives. As for their grandchildren, if they have outstanding qualifications, they are willing to support them. If not, they can only rely on themselves.

Feng Youwei practiced the art of acacia to increase his cultivation speed. Strictly speaking, he was already considered a heretic.

If a person is quiet, they will turn a blind eye or close one eye, but now they are arrogant and arrogant, which can only bring shame to them.

"Grandpa, don't do it. Once it is abolished, my grandson's years of hard work will be in vain."

Feng Youwei thought that his grandparents would come forward to help him, but he never expected that it would be like this.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked at Feng Qilin: "Dad, please save me. I promise that I will practice with peace of mind in the future and will never take concubines by force again."

Then he said excitedly: "When I have married ninety-nine concubines and added one more wife, I will be able to attain the golden elixir path. At that time, the origin of yin and yang will be unified, and my magic power will be the best among my peers. You will be embarrassed." There is light above!”

When Feng Qilin heard this, a flash of unbearability flashed in his eyes. The failure to form the pill became a pain in his heart. He thought that he had lost the face of his parents, so he placed his hope on his younger son.

In fact, Feng Qilin's approach subconsciously regarded Feng Youwei as his substitute, hoping to gain his parents' attention again.

After all, he and his son grew up in very similar environments. They both had good food and clothing since childhood, had no worries about resources, and they were descendants of the same lineage of the two ancestors.

With the blessing of such a profound background, it is impossible to form an elixir. In the eyes of the people of the same clan, this is simply a shame and a waste of so many resources.

These inherent thoughts became an obsession in his heart, and he believed that only by cultivating a descendant of Jindan could this shame be washed away.

But now he realized that his idea was wrong. What Feng Youwei had done over the years flashed through his mind, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes.

Then he looked at Li Yunyao and the two of them: "Father and mother, all this is because the child has no way to teach the child. Now let the child do it on his own!"

Feng Buping and Li Yunyao looked at each other, then nodded slowly.

Fortunately, Li Changxue informed them in time, otherwise Feng Youwei's behavior of damaging the family's reputation would probably be directly executed according to the clan rules.

Now just letting him abolish his cultivation is already a great grace.

"Dad, no, the child has already repented!"

Feng Youwei never thought that he would end up like this. The improvement of his cultivation with the Hehuan Technique was secondary. The main reason was that after forming the pill, his magic power would be deep, and his combat power would be even more powerful.

If the current cultivation level is abolished, even if the elixir formation is successful in the future, in his opinion, it will be just a useless golden elixir. What he wants to be is a person like Li Changsheng, not an ordinary golden elixir monk.

"Hmph! The art of Hehuan is a side-sect art. Although it has the effect of assisting in forming pills, it has already affected your character. If you continue to practice, even if you succeed in forming pills, you will definitely have trouble with women in the future. , It would be a kindness not to take your life for such a thing that ruins the family tradition."

"Qilin, why don't you take action?"

Li Yunyao's eyes turned cold and he immediately looked at Feng Qilin.

Although he is her descendant, she will show no mercy if it affects the reputation of her parents. What's more, she is even more disgusted with people who rely on replenishing women's Yuan Yin to improve their cultivation.

"My son, I hope you can change your ways and start over again!"

When Feng Qilin saw this, his eyes showed a ruthless look, and Feng Youwei's perfect foundation-building cultivation enveloped him.

Feng Youwei subconsciously wanted to resist, but Li Yunyao flicked his finger, and a red light shot at his back, making him unable to move.

Feng Qilin's palm was pressed against his forehead, and a suction force erupted from his palm. Feng Youwei's face was distorted by the suction, and he was in agony.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qilin closed his palms, and Feng Youwei collapsed to the ground, his face pale, his body thinner, and extremely weak.

"My cultivation is gone and I have become a waste."

Feng Youwei muttered to himself, his eyes were empty, and his whole person seemed to have lost all energy.

"Hmph, this is the result of practicing the Art of Acacia. You lose your essence and your physique is worse than that of a mortal."

Li Yunyao looked even more disgusted when she saw this.

Feng Youwei was originally in the middle stage of foundation building, and had been tempering his body with mana for many years. Logically speaking, even if he lost his mana, he would not be so miserable.

"Clan rules are like prison. If you break it next time, you will be punished by death. I hope you will take care of yourself."

After Li Yunyao finished speaking, she and Feng Buping left. She didn't even have the thought to cultivate this kind of junior.

"Youwei, don't worry, dad will definitely let you recover as soon as possible."

Feng Qilin hugged Feng Youwei's head, tears flashed in his eyes. After all, he had cultivated it with his own hands, and now he destroyed it with his own hands. How could he not feel uncomfortable?

But now the family rules are very strict. If he didn't do this, Feng Youwei might not even be able to save his life.