Looking at the red-faced Feng Yanyan standing before him, Chen Fan immediately understood her actions.
"Pft… hehe." He quickly covered his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter. His body trembled slightly, his lips twisting as he bit down to regain his composure.
"Ahem. Hello, Miss Feng." With a perfectly straight face, Chen Fan greeted her politely and respectfully, causing Feng Yanyan's cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of red.
Mo Qinglan shook her head, while Feng Yuehan simply sighed at his daughter's antics. Meanwhile, Feng Jun's eyes sparkled with interest as he observed their interaction. The only one who seemed unaffected was Feng Xueying, who subtly shifted her focus onto Chen Fan, as if trying to analyze him further.
"Uhh… stop it," Feng Yanyan muttered, pouting slightly upon realizing that Chen Fan was teasing her once again.
"Hahaha! Sorry, give me a moment," Chen Fan said, looking at her and failing to hold back his laughter. After a short while, he finally calmed down. Noticing Feng Yanyan stubbornly avoiding his gaze with an annoyed expression, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Alright, alright, it's my fault," he admitted in an attempt to pacify her. However, Feng Yanyan continued to sulk, deliberately ignoring him.
"Ah, that reminds me," Chen Fan suddenly said. "I brought something here… but it looks like I'll be taking it back with me instead."
The moment she heard the word "brought," Feng Yanyan's ears perked up. A present? She immediately sneaked a glance at Chen Fan, only to find him smirking at her. Realizing she had been caught, she quickly averted her gaze, feigning disinterest.
Without further delay, Chen Fan casually summoned his phone from the tattoo on his arm. The sight immediately left everyone in the room stunned. Before they could even ask how it worked, they saw the phone emit a faint glow, followed by several boxes materializing on the ground.
"Hoh… is this what a Peak Master is capable of?" Feng Jun murmured, his eyes gleaming with fascination.
"Wow!" Feng Yanyan completely forgot about her previous sulking and stared at the scene with bright, curious eyes. "How does this work? Brother Chen, show me!" Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, leaning in eagerly to examine the phone in his hand.
Chen Fan chuckled at her enthusiasm and patiently demonstrated how to use it. After explaining the process, he handed the phone to her, allowing her to experiment with it herself. Feng Yanyan immediately attempted to insert objects, such as a small canvas, into the phone and retrieve them again, her excitement growing with each successful attempt.
"Brother Chen, can you modify my phone to work like this?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly.
"It's not something I did myself," Chen Fan explained, "but I do know where to get one made."
"Really?" Feng Yanyan's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"But…" Chen Fan stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The craftsman only allows trusted friends to accompany me. It'd be difficult for someone who seems to dislike me to come along, don't you think?"
Feng Yanyan immediately latched onto Chen Fan's shoulder, shaking it playfully. "I was just joking earlier, Brother Chen! So take me with you, okay?" She put on her best pleading expression, making him smile in amusement.
"Alright, I'll take you there sometime," Chen Fan agreed. He had long since stopped worrying about hiding cultivation from ordinary people. Not only had his previous display of power already been caught on camera, but he also knew that the Blood King's future movements would likely involve events on a much larger scale. If that were the case, it was better to seize the initiative rather than passively wait.
"It's a promise, okay?" Feng Yanyan said excitedly, clearly eager to go as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Feng family watched the interaction between the two with varying degrees of surprise.
Which part of this isn't close? Mo Qinglan recalled her daughter's earlier words and shook her head. However, a faint smile tugged at her lips—she didn't seem to mind it at all. Observing their interaction, she could tell that Chen Fan didn't see Feng Yanyan as a romantic interest but more like a little sister. Likewise, Feng Yanyan showed no discomfort in their close proximity, casually touching his shoulder and shamelessly making requests.
Well, this isn't bad either, Mo Qinglan mused. This kind of relationship seems rather nice. Glancing at her husband's usual stoic expression, she could tell that he didn't mind it either. Knowing him, he must also find this rather pleasant.
Feng jun look at this with a satisfied smile. it's a good start he though. looking at chen fan magical move, he also start to curious about what other thing a peak master could do.
Feng Xueying gazed at Chen Fan, a storm of emotions swirling within her. She could tell that his interactions with them were not those of a man seeking to win a woman's favor. There was no hint of desire in his eyes, neither toward Feng Yanyan nor herself. Instead, he treated her with the same casual indifference as before. Given his overwhelming strength—perhaps one of the strongest in the world—he displayed neither arrogance nor condescension. Reflecting on her previous hostility toward him, she felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. Had she truly acted like a petulant child throwing a tantrum?
"Brother Chen, what's in that box? Where's mine? Can I open it?" Feng Yanyan's voice broke through the silence, drawing the attention of every Feng family member to the object in question. Her eager gaze flickered between Chen Fan and the box, anticipation dancing in her eyes.
Chen Fan had acquired quite a number of items upon returning from the secret realm, ensuring that he had plenty to share. Without hesitation, he handed one of the boxes to Feng Yanyan.
The moment it landed in her hands, she wasted no time in unwrapping the gift. Inside lay a delicate bracelet. Turning it over curiously, she examined it from every angle, searching for something extraordinary. Yet, when she slipped it onto her wrist, nothing remarkable happened, leaving her visibly disappointed.
"Try touching it and think of an outfit," Chen Fan suggested calmly.
Feng Yanyan's eyes lit up with renewed excitement. Eagerly, she followed his instructions. Almost instantly, threads of light emerged from the bracelet, weaving around her body in an intricate dance. In mere moments, her attire had completely transformed.
Gasps echoed through the room as the Feng family members stared in astonishment.
"The clothes won't get dirty, and you can use them five times a day," Chen Fan explained casually.
Feng Yanyan ran her hands over the fabric, her fingers tracing the fine embroidery. Even compared to the high-end fashion she typically wore, this outfit was on an entirely different level.
"Thank you, Brother Chen! I love it!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in an affectionate hug. The sudden embrace caught him slightly off guard, but a small smile soon tugged at his lips.
One by one, Chen Fan distributed gifts to the others. Feng Jun and Feng Yuhan, both dedicated martial artists, received potent medicinal pills designed to strengthen their physical bodies. They examined the pills with a mix of reverence and excitement, knowing their value was immeasurable. Without hesitation, they carefully tucked them away, treasuring the gift.
For Mo Qinglan, he presented a unique music box—one that could automatically alter any song into different genres and even assist in music creation. Having noticed her fondness for concerts, he thought it would suit her well.
Then came Feng Xueying's turn. As Chen Fan handed her a gift with the same composed demeanor, she couldn't help but feel slightly awkward. In the end, she accepted it and murmured her gratitude.
The item in front of her was a pair of sleek glasses. When she put them on and focused on a painting in the room, streams of information appeared before her eyes—details of the painting's age, its first brushstrokes, the style of the artist, the composition of the paint, and even an estimated value.
Her heart pounded slightly. This was no ordinary gift. For someone like her, who dealt in business and negotiations, these glasses could be an invaluable tool, allowing her to assess the authenticity and worth of objects in an instant.
Chen Fan had clearly put thought into each gift, tailoring them to suit the recipient's needs and interests. This realization softened Feng Xueying's opinion of him. The lingering discomfort and wariness she had felt toward him began to dissipate. At the very least, she no longer found his closeness to Feng Yanyan difficult to accept.
Dinner was soon served, a feast laid out before them. As they ate, Feng Jun and Feng Yanyan eagerly bombarded Chen Fan with questions—curious about the wonders of the secret realm, the strange artifacts he had encountered, and what other mystical treasures existed in the world. Mo Qinglan also chimed in with a few inquiries of her own.
Feng Xueying and her father remained mostly silent, but they listened intently. Though they maintained a composed exterior, it would be a lie to say they weren't intrigued.
At one point, Feng Jun hesitated, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. After a moment's deliberation, he finally voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.
"Xiao Fan... I know this might be something you'd rather not answer, but—is it possible for me to reach the peak realm?" His expression was solemn, his tone cautious. He understood that asking this might touch upon Chen Fan's secrets, which was why he hesitated. However, if he let this opportunity slip away, he knew he would regret it for the rest of his life.
As a Grandmaster martial artist, Feng Jun had spent years honing his body and skills, yet he had long reached a plateau. No matter how much he cultivated, he could no longer advance. His techniques improved, but his body refused to grow stronger.
If it were anyone else, Chen Fan might have brushed off the question with a vague answer. But seeing the sincerity in the Feng family's eyes, he decided to trust them.
"What I'm about to say may sound unbelievable, and I need you to keep it a secret," he said, his tone turning serious. "If this knowledge spreads, it could throw the world into confusion."
The room fell silent. The atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation.
"In this world, there exist cultivators like me—people whose power, compared to martial artists, is akin to that of gods," he revealed. He then went on to explain the stages of cultivation and where martial artists fit within that hierarchy.
"I see... so that's how it is," Feng Jun murmured after a long pause.
A man renowned as one of the strongest in the martial arts world had just learned that he had barely scratched the surface of cultivation. An invisible wall separated him from a world far beyond his reach. The realization weighed on him, filling him with a deep sense of powerlessness.
If people like Chen Fan existed, then there were surely others—young men and women who had surpassed him by unimaginable margins. Once, Feng Jun had been a martial arts fanatic, reaching the rank of Grandmaster at the age of thirty. But after failing to progress further, he had accepted reality and shifted his focus to family.
Now, faced with the truth, he could only acknowledge his limitations. Yet, he was not a man easily shaken. Life had taught him to endure both triumphs and setbacks. In the end, his family was his priority, and he would face this new reality with a calm heart.
Feng Xueying, too, found herself unsettled. Though she rarely voiced it, she carried great pride in her abilities. It was not impossible that she would one day reach the peak of the martial world. But hearing Chen Fan's words, she realized that even if she were given hundreds of lifetimes, she might never reach his level.
Just then, Chen Fan shifted his gaze to Feng Jun.
"Grandpa Feng, there's something I'd like to ask," he said.
Feng Jun's brows lifted slightly. "What is it, Xiao Fan? Just say the word. If it's within my power, I'll help."
"It's nothing major—I just want you to look into how my stories have spread so quickly."
Feng Jun let out a chuckle, his expression turning proud. "That's a simple matter. I still have quite a few connections in this country."
"And one more thing," Chen Fan continued. "Could you organize a martial arts competition? You can announce that I'll be attending."
Feng Jun's eyes widened slightly. He understood the implications immediately. Chen Fan was searching for talent.
After careful consideration, Chen Fan decided to personally observe the martial artists, hoping to uncover a hidden gem among them. He was certain that there had to be individuals with the potential for cultivation. With Ao Xue's abilities, he could assess their qi density, muscle composition, and the stability of their energy flow, allowing him to accurately gauge their talent. If he found promising candidates, he could bring them to the sect. Given the recent loss of many skilled individuals, convincing the sect to accept them shouldn't be an issue.
With that, he summoned a book and handed it over.
"This should help you reach Foundation Building stage."
The Feng family stared at the book in stunned silence, then back at Chen Fan, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Well," he said with a small smirk, "it would be shameless of me to ask for your help without offering something in return, wouldn't it?"