Conspiracy and Support

The Aftermath – Unwanted Attention

Feng Hao felt the shift in the academy's atmosphere the moment he stepped into the courtyard.

Yesterday, he had walked these halls unnoticed. Today, he was the center of whispers.

Some students nodded at him in approval. Others cast wary glances. A few—mostly nobles—looked at him with open hostility.

Even the instructors hesitated when their gaze landed on him.

He had walked these halls their gaze landed on him.

He had walked these halls for weeks without anyone paying him any mind. But after his victory over Wei Fang, things were different. At first, he thought he was imagining it.

But then, Li Shen approached him.

"You really embarrassed Wei Fang, huh?" Li Shen chuckled.

Feng Hao frowned. "I just did what I had to."

Li Shen nodded, then hesitated. "Be careful. The nobles don't take humiliation lightly."

Feng Hao didn't respond. He didn't understand why a single fight mattered this much.

Did I overdo it? It was just a duel.

2. Wei Fang's Perspective – The Wounded Beast

Wei Fang sat in silence, surrounded by his usual group of noble friends. They spoke in hushed voices, offering him empty reassurances.

"Don't worry. He just got lucky."

"He's still a nobody."

But Wei Fang wasn't listening. His mind was still stuck on that moment—the way Feng Hao had stood over

unaffected, as if defeating him meant nothing.

The humiliation burned.

His friends continued talking, but their words carried a different weight now.

"Revenge should be planned."

Wei Fang clenched his fists under the table.

This wasn't over

3. Instructor Lin's Observation – The Unnoticed Talent

Instructor Lin had been watching the students long before the fight.

He had always known Feng Hao had potential, but there was something unusual about him.

Most commoners, when placed against nobles, were hesitant—afraid to step out of line, afraid to offend the wrong people.

But Feng Hao?

He carried himself like someone who didn't know how to bow.

And that made him dangerous.

Lin wasn't the only one who noticed.

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4. Xiao Mei's Warning – A Seed of Doubt

Xiao Mei approached Feng Hao at lunch, sitting across from him without asking.

"You're making enemies."

Feng Hao looked up from his meal. "So?"

She sighed, as if speaking to a child. "You don't get it. The nobles don't just fight with their fists. They fight with influence, with pressure. If they decide you're a problem, they won't confront you directly. They'll make things… difficult."

Feng Hao remained neutral. "Is that so?"

Her lips twitched slightly. "Don't play dumb. The nobles saw what you did. They don't take kindly to surprises."

His Second Soul stirred, its voice a calm whisper in his mind.

"She's watching you. Be careful how you respond."

Feng Hao set his chopsticks down, meeting her gaze. "And you care because…?"

She shrugged. "I don't. But watching you walk into a trap would be frustrating."

"You're being oddly helpful."

Xiao Mei smirked. "Maybe I like watching people struggle before they drown."

Feng Hao's expression remained unreadable, but his Second Soul whispered again.

"She's testing you."

He leaned back, feigning amusement. "So, what do you suggest, oh wise one?"

Xiao Mei studied him, then sighed. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"Enlighten me."

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table. "Strength isn't everything. The nobles control things in ways you can't punch through. If they decide you're a threat, they won't challenge you head-on. They'll make your life hell in ways you won't see coming."

Feng Hao exhaled slowly. "And yet… you're the one warning me."

Xiao Mei's smirk returned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Consider it entertainment. Let's see if you can survive."

Feng Hao chuckled. "How kind of you."

But as Xiao Mei stood up and walked away, his expression darkened slightly.

His Second Soul murmured.

"She's dangerous. But she's not lying."

Feng Hao watched her retreating figure, his fingers tapping against the table.

"I know."

5. The Noble Council – Shadows Watching

A private meeting took place in one of the academy's elegant lounges.

The highest-ranking noble students sat in a quiet circle, discussing the new "problem."

"A commoner rising too quickly."

One student waved dismissively. "It's nothing. He'll fade soon enough."

Another scoffed. "That's what they said about Yan Wei last year, and now he's ranked above some of us."

Silence.

Then, the highest-ranked noble among them smiled.

"We won't waste energy suppressing him. Let's invite him in."

The others exchanged glances.

"You want him to join us?"

"No," the noble prodigy chuckled. "I want to see if he survives in our world."

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6. A Dangerous Invitation – Will He Accept?

Later that evening, an envelope appeared on Feng Hao's desk.

An invitation.

An elite gathering—a formal event where only the most distinguished students were welcome.

Feng Hao's Second Soul stirred.

"This isn't an honor. It's a trap."

Feng Hao ran his fingers over the letter. An invitation to step into their world.

He exhaled slowly.

"Then let's see what they're planning."

He accepted.

And the game began.

7. The Family's Discussion

The report noted that he had not only adapted well to academy life but had also been accepted into the elite class, a distinction reserved for the most promising students. For a boy who had only awakened his martial soul a few months ago, this was unheard of.

Feng Tian's fingers tightened around the parchment as he exchanged a knowing glance with his son.

"This boy…" he murmured, setting the report down.

Feng Hu leaned forward. "What is it, Father?"

"He was admitted into the elite class."

Feng Hu's eyes widened. "Elite class? That's impossible. He only awakened his martial soul a few months ago!"

The clan head smiled slightly. "It seems I was right about the boy."

The clan head set the letter aside and folded his hands together. " I knew Feng Hao is no ordinary child."

His mother's expression did not change. Instead, she dropped a revelation that shook him to his core.

"Do you know what happens when a student graduates from that academy?"

Feng Hu frowned. "Mother… wait, how do you know which academy he's in?"

A brief silence followed. Lei Meing calmly met his gaze, then answered, "Because I was the one who arranged it."

Feng Hu stiffened. "You…?"

Feng Tian sighed. "We had our suspicions."

Lei Meing nodded. "Feng Hao is not an ordinary child, and I was not going to let his potential be wasted."

Feng Hu's mind raced. "Then you've known all along?"

Lei Meing shook her head. "I had only suspicions at first. But after consulting with your father we confirm it.

She turned to Feng Hu. "Do you remember my old friend, Minister Zhang?"

Feng Hu nodded. "The imperial advisor?"

"Yes." Lei Meing's voice was calm but firm. "Before I married into the Feng Clan, my family had connections within the empire's highest circles. Minister Zhang owed my family a great debt, and when I reached out to him, he agreed to arrange a special recommendation for Feng Hao."

His mother shook her head. "Not just that. Anyone who graduates from all three final examinations at the age of 21 is granted a fiefdom by the empire. They receive an official title—a Baron. And if they contribute to the empire, they can rise to the rank of Count."

Feng Hao's father stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "A noble title?!"

His mother nodded. "Yes. That is why the most talented children in the empire aim for that academy. But getting in is only half the challenge. Surviving and excelling… that is another matter entirely."

His father still looked shaken. "But then… why Feng Hao? Why not eldest son . He has innate soul power was 8 ,he had highest chance to graduate from that academy from our family.

On the other hand Feng Hao, He was only a child who had barely begun his training when he left. I personally taught my eldest son, and even he didn't show this level of rapid improvement at such a young age. How is this happening?"

The clan head smiled slightly

"You don't understand yet, do you?" she said gently, sitting beside her son. "Your eldest son is indeed talented, but Feng Hao… he is the first in our family to awaken Twin martial spirits."

Feng Hu's breath caught. "Twin martial spirits?"

Lei Meing nodded. "Not only that, but they are both elemental swords. He is walking a path that no one in our clan has before. That is why he needed an academy that could cultivate him properly."

Feng Hu sat in stunned silence, realization dawning on him. He had always known his father had high hopes for Feng Hao, but he had never expected this.

Feng Hu's head snapped up. "That means…"

"His martial soul awakening… He has twin martial spirits."

The words slammed into Feng Hu like a hammer.

His fingers trembled as he tightened his grip on the chair's armrest.

Twin martial spirits.

He had only heard of one other case in their clan's history—a prodigy born decades ago. The clan had celebrated his birth, believing he would lead them to greatness.

But when the boy had attempted to absorb his first spirit ring, he had died instantly—his body unable to withstand the power of his twin spirits.

Feng Hu swallowed hard.

Would Feng Hao suffer the same fate?

A deep silence filled the room as the weight of these words settled on them.

8.The Family's Reaction

Meanwhile, in another part of the Feng household, Feng Hao's mother, grandmother, uncles, aunts, and siblings were gathered.

It had been two months since he left, and while they all knew he had gone to study, they had no idea where or how he was doing.

When news of his elite class admission reached them, the household was abuzz with excitement.

His mother, Lin yiner sighed in relief. "He's doing well… I was worried."

His eldest brother, Feng Yang, who was currently studying at another prestigious academy, grinned. "Hao'er always had a stubborn streak. I should have known he wouldn't just blend in."

His second eldest sister, Feng Yue, chuckled. "If he's in the elite class, that means he's already made a name for himself. I hope he doesn't get too arrogant."

His nine-year-old brother, Feng Lei, pouted. "Hao'er I can't let you catch me."

Three-year-old Feng Mei, the youngest in the family, didn't understand much but clapped her hands happily. "Hao-gege strong!"

Their uncles and aunts were pleased as well. Unlike many noble families, the Feng Clan had no internal jealousy. Their only goal was to restore their clan's former strength, so every child's success was celebrated.

Feng Huand Feng Tian eventually joined them, still deep in discussion. When his mother saw their serious expressions, she knew something had changed.

Feng Hu sighed. "I never expected this." The only twin martial spirits prodigy.

Feng Tian sighed ." We have to take risk."

Lei Meing," Now you understand your father decision

Feng Hu nodded. His youngest son was not just talented—he was destined for something greater but only if he survived.

Feng Zhen turned to his son. "We must prepare for the future. If Feng Hao continues on this path, he will face many trials, both inside and outside the academy."

Feng hu's expression hardened. "Then we will ensure he has everything he needs. If he is to become a pillar of our clan, we cannot afford to be careless."

Feng Tian nodded approvingly. "Good. Then let's begin making arrangements."

As the meeting concluded, Feng Hao's name was now firmly etched into the hearts and minds of his family. He was no longer just a promising child—he was the future of the Feng Clan.

And unbeknownst to him,

His journey had only just begun.