<div> Chapter 142: Overwhelmed
 After dispersing everyone, Feng Yun went to his room. He needed to analyse everyone’s progress and come up with various methods to increase their strength. Each individual has a different path and progress to follow; it was laborious work to do if he wanted to improve the foundation of the Feng Clan.
 There was a shortcut; he could simply give them various pills and treasure to increase their strength, but it would lack the solid foundation he was looking for.
 What is the use of unlimited money if it can’t be used? He has wealth and means to change the future of his clan, he decided to try it.
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 The next morning...
 He stepped onto the platform with calm poise, but the moment he arrived, silence fell across the entire compound. Even those who had seen him only yesterday felt pressure sweep over them—subtle, controlled, yet unmistakably overwhelming.
 Feng Bai and the elders stood behind him, their expressions solemn yet expectant.
 Feng Yun scanned the sea of clan members and spoke with steady authority.
 "Yesterday, I tested your foundations. Today, I will strengthen them."
 Whispers rippled through the disciples. Eyes widened. Hearts pounded.
 Feng Yun raised one hand, and his qi surged—not explosively, but like the steady rise of a great tide. A storage ring flashed in his palm, and dozens of glowing items materialised before him, hovering in the air.
 Weapons. Pills. Scrolls. Formation flags. Cultivation manuals.
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 </div> The courtyard gasped as the treasures floated in a slow, controlled orbit around him, radiating power.
 Elder Mo’s voice cracked. "Y-Yun’er... these treasures..."
 Feng Yun replied calmly, "These are nothing more than what our clan deserves."
 He gestured, and a set of fiery red swords flew forward, forming a neat row before thirty young male disciples.
 "First batch," Feng Yun declared. "Flame-edge Spirit Swords. Mid-grade. Suitable for those practising Fire or Metal paths."
 A murmur of awe surged.
 A disciple stepped forward, trembling. "Young Master, this... this is too valuable!"
 Feng Yun shook his head. "Value is meaningless if not used to strengthen our own."
 He waved his hand lightly. One sword flew into the disciple’s grasp—stable, perfectly aligned with his qi.
 "Use it well. A weapon becomes powerful when its wielder is."
 Across the courtyard, several female disciples watched with envy. Feng Yun turned toward them, his gaze warm but authoritative.
 "Second batch. Frost-lotus Silk Armour."
 Six pieces of shimmering white armour flew into their hands—lightweight, refined, and pulsing with defensive energy.
 The girls bowed deeply, eyes gleaming. "Thank you, Young Master!"
 "And for the cultivation arts..."
 Feng Yun raised his hand once more, and a few jade slips floated forward, glowing faintly with inscriptions so old they seemed to hum.
 He pointed toward the elders.
 "Elder Sun. Distribute the ’Flowing Leaf Sword Art’ to all sword-user members. Your strength will double within a month."
 "Yes, Young Master!"
 "Elder Mo, handle the ’Iron Meridian Body Strengthening Art’. Physical cultivators will benefit from this the most."
 "Yes!"
 "Elder Chen. Take charge of the ’Spirit Vein Harmonisation Scripture’. It will help stabilise breakthroughs for all disciples."
 The elders accepted the jade slips with utmost reverence, almost bowing their bodies into the ground.
 Feng Yun wasn’t done.
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 </div> He reached into another storage ring—this one filled with far rarer treasures.
 "Now for the pills."
 The courtyard froze.
 Dozens of small jade bottles rose into the air, each sealed with glowing talismans.
 "This", Feng Yun announced, "is the Meridian Opening Pill. Low chance of failure. With this, even those with weak talent can reach the first threshold."
 Disciples who had struggled for years felt tears welling in their eyes.
 "Next, the Spirit Qi Amplification Pill. Use it only during breakthrough attempts. It will increase stability and prevent deviation."
 Elders exchanged stunned expressions. This pill was nearly extinct in the local region.
 "Essence Rebirth Pills".
 Feng Bai coughed violently. "Y-Yun’er! That pill is worth—"
 "Worthless if it sits unused," Feng Yun answered calmly.
 Every elder felt a tremor run through them.
 Essence Rebirth Pills could rebuild a damaged foundation, restore talent, and even correct flawed meridians. Giving one was like giving a chance at rebirth.
 Yet Feng Yun was willing to distribute such valuable treasures. The clan members were about to kneel down.
 "Stand," Feng Yun said. "From today onwards, you carry the hope of the next generation."
 They stood shakily, eyes shining with determination.
 The treasures continued to pour out.
 Formation flags that could shield half the estate. Spirit-gathering stones that increased cultivation speeds by 20%. Low-grade spirit vein seeds that could enhance elemental concentration in training zones. A rare artefact for Elder Bai to purify bloodlines. A cultivation booster for young children to awaken aptitudes.
 The more the items emerged...the more the courtyard trembled with excitement.
 But Feng Yun was not finished.
 He withdrew a folded parchment glowing with faint blue lines.
 "The clan lacks a true training formation," he said. "This will change today."
 Feng Bai leaned forward. "Is that—"
 "A large spirit gathering formation," Feng Yun confirmed. "Once activated, it will increase the spiritual qi of the clan by two or three times."
 Every elder inhaled sharply.
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 </div> A large spirit gathering formation? Such things were found in high-tier sects, not city clans.
 "Yun’er..." Feng Bai exhaled, voice trembling. "How... how did you obtain all of this?"
 Feng Yun simply smiled. "Just a lucky encounter."
 His gaze swept across the crowd.
 "With these treasures, the Feng Clan’s strength will rise by leaps. But remember—"
 His voice grew sharper.
 "Tools alone don’t create masters. Your will decides your future. Treasures only bring out what is already within you."
 Every disciple straightened like a bowstring pulled taut.
 "From today onwards," Feng Yun declared, "I expect each of you to show results worthy of what you’ve received."
 "Yes, Young Master!" The courtyard thundered with voices full of pride and fiery determination.
 Even the wind seemed to respond.
 Feng Bai stepped next to his son, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Yun’er... You have done more for this clan in a single day than generations before you."</div>
 

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Chapter 142: Overwhelmed

Chapter 142: Overwhelmed After dispersing everyone, Feng Yun went to his room. He needed to analyse everyone’s progress and come up with various methods to increase their strength. Each individual has a different path and progress to follow; it was laborious work to do if he wanted to improve the foundation of the Feng Clan. There was a shortcut; he could simply give them various pills and treasure to increase their strength, but it would lack the solid foundation he was looking for. What is...

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