C7 [you Are Not the Only One Who Has Soul Objects.]

In the attic above.

Listening to the announcement and watching Su Yun descend from the arena with composure, Yun Yan couldn't suppress a smile. "Judging by his demeanor, my son-in-law may have risen, phoenix-like, from his trials. It seems I owe someone my thanks!"

At these words, Yun Linguang's face fell.

"Risen from the ashes?"

The others pondered the notion thoughtfully.

Yun Yan's grin broadened at the sight of Yun Linguang's displeasure. He found his son-in-law, Su Yun, exceptionally agreeable today.

On the martial arts field.

Stepping off the stage, Su Yun made a beeline for the willow tree at the edge of the field.

"You..."

Yun Yilan was hesitant as Su Yun approached, "Are you... recovered?"

"Yes."

Su Yun nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "That bottle of Spirit Pill Liquid worked wonders!"

Yun Yilan gave him a skeptical look.

Could a bottle of Spirit Pill Liquid really heal a shattered dantian?

She had her doubts but held her tongue.

Noticing her silence, Su Yun simply shrugged and leaned against the willow tree beside her, turning his attention back to the field.

In a fleeting exchange of glances, he locked eyes with Yun Feng, who was also watching him.

Yun Feng's eyes narrowed, exuding a venomous chill.

Su Yun remained stoic, his gaze indifferent as if staring at the dead.

"Hmph!"

A silent snort and a flicker of murderous intent crossed Yun Feng's mind.

Su Yun's expression stayed serene, though his fists were tightly clenched beneath his sleeves.

He had joined the Yun Family Clan Competition to secure a spot in the High Sect selection, honoring a task entrusted to him by his grandfather. And, of course, to confront Yun Feng and his sister.

With a soft exhale, Su Yun's focus returned to the center of the arena.

"The next match, Yun Xiao versus Yun Zhi..."

The stage was set for another bout.

Following that match, two more Yun Family youths took their places on the stage.

The contests proceeded in succession for half an hour.

"The first round of the clan competition has concluded. We will now commence the second round. The victors from the previous matches will be paired with their opponents based on the draw!"

"The person whose name I draw will come up to the stage for the match!"

On the small platform, a new table had been added, holding a cylinder filled with sticks. The middle-aged man announced as he drew two wooden sticks, "First up, Yun Feng will face..."

He glanced at the stick and hesitated before announcing, "Su Yun!"

The crowd fell silent at his words.

All eyes turned to Su Yun beneath the willow tree and the elegantly attired Yun Feng.

What had been the Yun family's most pressing issue lately? Clearly, it was the scandal involving Su Yun.

He had allegedly drugged Yun Liyao with the intent of committing a vile act, only to be caught and have his dantian destroyed by Yun Feng.

Now, the two central figures of this scandal were about to clash?

Hua!

The silence was shattered by a sudden surge of commotion.

"Hmm?"

Under the willow tree, Su Yun blinked in surprise but quickly regained his composure, his eyes narrowing.

Yun Feng, not far off, met his gaze.

Their eyes locked once more.

"What an interesting turn of events!" Yun Feng's lips twisted into a smirk.

Su Yun remained stoic, though tendrils of yellow lightning began to coil around his clenched fists beneath his sleeves.

"Su Yun."

As he moved toward the arena, Yun Yilan's voice halted him.

"Hmm?"

Su Yun paused, turning to her.

Yilan was quiet for a beat before cautioning, "...Be careful."

At her words, Su Yun's face broke into a smile, and he nodded in acknowledgment, feeling a surge of warmth.

But as he turned away, his eyes grew cold and piercing, like a specter from the deepest abyss, fixed on Yun Feng approaching the arena.

Above, in the loft.

Yun Yan watched Su Yun and Yun Feng head to the arena, his brow furrowed in concern, casting a chilly glance at Yun Linguang beside him.

He suspected the draw that pitted Su Yun against Yun Feng was no coincidence, likely influenced by Yun Feng himself.

Yun Linguang, feeling Yun Yan's gaze, furrowed his brow in response.

Had there been a secret influence at play?

He certainly entertained the idea, but hadn't put it into action yet!

Glancing at the middle-aged man on the small platform below, his face took on a skeptical look.

Could it really be such a stroke of luck?

But it didn't matter!

Since their paths had crossed, it was the perfect opportunity!

A cold smirk crept onto his lips as he pondered the situation.

Even though he was clueless about how Su Yun could still be so full of life, he relished the thought of watching Yun Feng take him down a notch once more.

Yun Yan, observing the smirk, felt his suspicions confirmed. He cast a worried glance at Su Yun, who had climbed onto the stage.

Despite his distaste for his son-in-law, he was still family. The news of Su Yun's dantian being shattered by Yun Feng three days prior had left him seething.

He had written off his son-in-law as finished, yet today, Su Yun had surprisingly turned the tables.

While the details of Su Yun's condition were a mystery to him, he certainly didn't wish to witness another defeat.

Yun Feng was, after all, the Yun family's premier prodigy. At just twenty, he had reached the pinnacle of the Soul Condensing Stage and was on the cusp of the Soul Controlling Stage. Su Yun stood no chance against him and was bound to be overpowered. Given Yun Feng's temperament, having not finished Su Yun off three days ago, he was sure to strike with even greater ferocity now.

Without hesitation, he wielded his Soul Power to send a telepathic message, "Su Yun, concede!"

"Concede?"

Su Yun, already positioned on the stage, looked up at Yun Yan in the pavilion above.

Yun Yan's gaze was stern.

But Su Yun simply shook his head and turned away, refusing to look back.

Yun Yan's brow furrowed, and he was about to send another message.

"Let the match begin!"

Before he could, the middle-aged man on the platform had already signaled the start of the contest.

In the arena.

Yun Feng gave Su Yun a look of disdain, "I never thought you'd have the nerve to show your face here. It seems that three days ago..."

His taunt was cut short, his face twisting in shock. For Su Yun, sharing the stage with him, had already sprung into action like a fierce cheetah.

Yun Feng could scarcely believe the speed before him.

Yet as the Yun family's premier prodigy, he wasn't all talk. With lightning-fast reflexes, he twisted and retreated, narrowly evading the punch hurled by Su Yun.

But before he could even catch his breath, Su Yun was on him again, his fist crackling with electricity and coming at him relentlessly.

Yun Feng hastily raised his hand to block.

Bang!

The impact sent him staggering back, barely regaining his footing at the very edge of the arena.

"You..."

His arm tingling with numbness, Yun Feng looked up at Su Yun, his face etched with disbelief.

This 'trash' that he had trampled just three days ago was now displaying such power?

Whoa!

It wasn't just Yun Feng; all the Yun family members in attendance were equally astounded.

Who was Yun Feng?

The top genius of the Yun family, a young talent second to none in all of Yunhe City.

And Su Yun?

Merely a son-in-law in the Yun family. Regardless of whether he was disabled, his talent was considered mediocre at best, having only recently achieved the late stage of the Soul Condensing Stage.

Yet now...

Su Yun was actually overpowering Yun Feng?

Were they seeing things?

Many from the Yun family rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

In the arena.

"It seems I've underestimated you, trash!" Yun Feng snorted, a unique Soul Power fluctuation emanating from him. In an instant, a shimmering silver sword shadow floated up from his head.

Whoa!

"Soul Object! Young Master Yun Feng has conjured a Soul Object!"

"A Sword Soul! And such a rare one at that! Truly a remarkable Soul Object!"

"Indeed, Young Master Yun Feng is exceptional!"

...

The crowd erupted into exclamations of surprise.

From the pavilion.

The Yun family's dignitaries were equally taken aback.

On the Soul Sky Continent, Soul Objects varied greatly in quality. A superior Soul Object often signaled a brighter future, and a Sword Soul was among the finest, particularly in Yunhe City.

Even the Old Family Head of the Yun family widened his cloudy eyes and smiled, stroking his beard, "Yun Feng, this young man, is quite impressive!"

Upon hearing those words, Yun Linguang, standing nearby, couldn't help but break into a wide grin, shooting a self-satisfied look at Yun Yan.

Yun Yan's expression grew somber.

The news of Yun Feng successfully condensing a sword soul was far from welcome. In the battle for the position of Patriarch, it wasn't just about personal strength; it was also a contest of their progeny's capabilities...

"Hmm?"

Just then, the Yun family's Old Family Head let out a surprised murmur.

Yun Yan, Lin Guang, and the other senior members of the Yun family paused in shock.

On the stage below, Su Yun's body began to radiate a distinct wave of Soul Power.

"You're not the only one with a Soul Object!"

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