It's ruined... The third leg?

  Fu Su and Sang He looked at each other in confusion, what's the third leg? Suddenly, they both had an epiphany, their little faces turned bright red.

  The young lady is... astonishingly eloquent!

  But he's really so cool!!!

  ……

  After having breakfast, Feng Youyue went to the front hall to greet Feng Qing and Feng Qingyan, then walked alone towards the school field.

  The five-year Grand Competition is approaching, and the disciples of the Feng family are practicing more diligently. On the training grounds of the Feng family, bursts of loud shouts can be heard from time to time, making those who hear them feel their blood boil with excitement.

  Feng Youyue didn't stir up anyone, she strolled in the long corridor not far from the school field, her lazy eyes occasionally falling on the crowd.

  The crisp bugle call sounded, and it was time for rest.

  The disciples of the Feng family gathered together in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.

  "The momentum is not bad, but the cultivation is too poor." Feng Youyue crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and swept away a streak of light. Wanlan Country was ultimately a third-rate small country, and the Phoenix family's resources were limited, so it was impossible to provide resources for all disciples equally. This resulted in uneven cultivation among them.

  The older generation of the Feng family were all at the Grandmaster level, with Feng Qingyan as the leader of the second generation, but they had few descendants and their innate talents were not high. There were only a dozen or so Grandmasters. As for the third generation, up to now, there are very few who can hold their own.

  If this phenomenon of discontinuity continues unchanged, the Feng family will become increasingly decadent.

  Feng Youyue leaned against the pillar, her eyebrows and eyes heavy with thought as she pondered her next move.

  At this time——

  On the Feng family's school grounds, a faint commotion could be heard. The noise was interspersed with occasional sharp shouts and curses.

  The disciple who was resting heard the sound and hurried over. Feng Youyue was bumped by someone, and he raised his head from his contemplation.

  What's wrong?

  She raised an eyebrow and looked towards the schoolyard. Many people were gathered together, making a growing noise.

  Phoenix Yuemei took a step forward and walked towards that place.

  As the distance gets closer and closer, the noise gets louder and louder. Words like 'side branch' and 'great elder' seem to be entering my ears.

  Her eyes slowly sank down, Feng Youyue stood outside the crowd, coldly gazing inward.

  Several men and women in white uniforms are beating up two boys in the crowd, punching and kicking them. The onlookers around them occasionally shout and jeer. Others watch indifferently, as if they have become accustomed to this scene.

  "You're just a minor branch, how dare you show off your might in the Feng family's school grounds! Quickly take your bedding and roll back to the countryside to farm! Haha!" A thin man with a hanging eye corner kicked the person on the ground flying, laughing wildly.

  "Really? You think you can participate in the Five-Year Grand Competition? You're dreaming!" A fatty chimed in, his foot stepping on another youth's hand.

  The young man's face was deathly pale, his tunic was filthy and stained, and his normally handsome face had a large bruise. He gritted his teeth, not making a sound, but his clear eyes were full of defiance.

  Another boy kicked flying, fell into the sand heap, coughing violently. Scarlet blood spurted out, splashing on the ground, shocking to see.

  He casually wiped away the blood, shook his body, and struggled to get up from the ground. The pair of upward-slanting eyes emitted a cold glow that sent chills down one's spine.

  The man with a pendant was startled by this gaze and became furious, stepping forward and kicking the young man.

  "What are you looking at? Do you believe I'll dig out your eyeballs?" He kicked and punched, the young man fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, hugging his head, not making a sound.

  The man's anger intensified, his dark energy surging wildly. He punched the young boy, "You insignificant side branch, how dare you cultivate together with the great elder! The master of the house is truly senile! Trash like you isn't even worthy of appearing in the Phoenix School's arena!"

  "Yun Shixiong, why bother talking to him. Beat him up and throw him out, he's just a nameless small fry, no one will care if he dies." A girl said coldly.

  "Isn't this bad? What if the master of the house finds out..."

  "What's there to be afraid of? With the great elder around, the master of the house can only listen to him!"

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