The escalator slid up rapidly.
After Feng Lin returned home, he changed his clothes and headed toward the top floor of the Feng Clan Building.
The transformation of his life gave him confidence. He wasn't willing to wait any longer. He had to lay his cards on the table with the clan and resolve the hidden danger three weeks later.
The bright path of cultivation was right before his eyes. How could he be willing to be manipulated by the clan and waste his life in the clan's factory?
The solar system was a chaotic star region. The social order was chaotic, and the clansmen had to band together to survive.
Compared to the sparse population of the feudal era on Earth, even the smallest clan in the Interstellar Era had tens of thousands of people.
A clan was a small society.
Where there were people, there would be conflicts. Once there were more people, there would be more conflicts.
Not to mention, in order to allocate the best resources to the most talented people and nurture the true experts, the clansmen were divided into various ranks according to their talents and abilities.
The escalator leading to the top floor of the Feng Clan Building was filled with people. Most of them were people dressed in luxurious clothes.
Feng Lin wore plain clothes and was very eye-catching.
Many cold and disgusted gazes swept over.
But in theory, they were from the same clan. They didn't say anything bad to him, but they silently distanced themselves, not wanting to be close to Feng Lin.
For a time, the place where Feng Lin stood was empty. It was very eye-catching.
As for Feng Lin, he remained calm and collected, looking like he was at ease.
Very soon, he arrived at the top floor and walked out.
80th floor of the Feng Clan Building.
The city of the Interstellar Era was filled with many tall buildings. They were incomparably majestic, and each of them was as big as a small mountain.
If the floor was too low, it would be easy for sunlight to be blocked, and they would have to live in darkness for many years.
These places were usually called black streets, and only the lower-class people lived there.
The higher the floor, the more sunlight and the better the environment.
Hence, normally speaking, those who lived in the top floors were either rich or powerful.
Those who lived above the 80th floor were the absolute upper echelons of the Feng Clan, the direct descendants of the direct line of descent.
Feng Lin, who looked like a low-class clansman, instantly attracted countless surprised gazes when he walked in.
Those gazes swept past his plain clothes, and their disdain was obvious.
Feng Lin acted as if he didn't see them. He passed through the long corridor and came to a spacious hall.
There was a long queue in front of the door, and there were probably tens of people. Although the queue was long, they were all waiting patiently and were very quiet.
"Feng Clan Management Office!"
Such a big family had a population of tens of thousands.
The more people there were, the more troublesome things would be, and people would be needed to deal with them.
Therefore, every family on Earth had a core member who managed all the affairs of the family, known as the Chief Butler.
This was the office of the Feng Clan's Chief Steward.
There were many people in the Feng Clan, and there were endless chores to be done every day. If they wanted to find him, it had to be something important. If they were to trouble the Chief Steward with trivial matters, not only would it be useless, they would also be severely punished.
Even so, queuing was a norm. Sometimes, it would take several days.
Feng Lin found a seat at the back and sat down, waiting quietly.
"What is a lowly clansman doing here instead of working in a factory?"
"Did he skip work? How dare he look for the Head Butler? Aren't you afraid of punishment? "
"How audacious!"
…
When the people in the queue saw Feng Lin getting closer, they immediately distanced themselves in disgust and started whispering to each other.
Feng Lin had a calm look on his face as he lowered his head.
The group advanced slowly but orderly. Over an hour had passed, and Feng Lin had only advanced five positions. If this continued, it was unknown when it would be his turn.
But he could only wait.
Barging in recklessly would only anger the Head Butler and make things worse. It was extremely unwise.
"You lowly clansman, hurry up and move aside! Time waits for no man. Is there a need to trouble the Head Butler with such trivial matters? You can't afford to delay my matters! "A discordant voice rang out beside him.
Feng Lin was pushed harshly by someone. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a skinny but complacent face before him. He sighed softly.
His expression was gloomy and vexed.
Why was it that there were always people who couldn't even play the role of a villain? They didn't even look at me. Do I look so easy to bully?
…
These messy thoughts flashed past Feng Lin's mind. He became serious. Actually, he knew the reason.
There was a clear hierarchy in the clan.
In the end, his identity as a lowly clansman made people feel that he was weak and easy to bully.
In the clan, people were divided according to talent and ability.
Feng Lin had risen too quickly. Previously, he was a 9th-level clansman, the lowest-grade clansman.
Maybe this person saw his identity and felt that his talent was low, his strength was weak, and he was an easy target to bully.
Otherwise, if there were so many people queuing in front of him, this person wouldn't look for anyone else but him. How could there be such a coincidence?
He had to become stronger as soon as possible.
Only by becoming stronger would he be able to break free from this difficult situation. Otherwise, there would be no end to such troublesome matters in the future. How could he cultivate properly then?
Feng Lin silently felt anger in his heart.
"Rascal, what's your name? You don't even know me, Feng Lang? Quickly move aside! "That skinny guy had the look of a silkpants. Seeing that Feng Lin didn't speak for a long time, he pushed over fiercely.
There was a teasing look in his eyes. He was clearly doing this on purpose!
Against such people, Feng Lin's response was very simple.
That was his fist!
A fist that was as big as a sandbag. Every punch landed on flesh, not wasting any words.
When his fist struck out, it was filled with great force.
That person stared at this scene in a daze. It was as if he didn't expect Feng Lin to be so decisive.
Bang!
When the fist arrived, he was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground.
However, that person immediately jumped up again at the next moment. Other than looking a little wretched, he didn't seem to have suffered any injuries. He glared at Feng Lin fiercely and rubbed his face. His face was flushed red. "B * stard! Don't you know that you shouldn't hit the face when you hit someone? "
Although he didn't use much strength in this punch, this fellow actually took it head-on. Feng Lin couldn't help but be astonished. This fellow's vitality stat wasn't low.
Seeing that Feng Lin was ignoring him, that silkpants grew even more anxious. He suddenly got into a stance and lunged over.
Swimming Snake Fist!
That person's body twisted and he rapidly rushed over. His footwork was very strange, like a swimming snake moving in a zigzag pattern. His ten fingers moved and hissing sounds could be heard. They were like snakes spitting out stars, aiming for Feng Lin's eyes. His moves were very insidious.
"Good timing!" Feng Lin didn't feel any fear and directly faced him head-on.
This Swimming Snake Fist's movement technique was light and agile, focusing on moving about and attacking the opponent's vitals.
This point was very similar to the Eight Trigrams Palm.
Feng Lin used the Eight Trigrams Palm and tangled with his opponent.
When their fists and palms collided, Feng Lin's body didn't move at all. That person kept on retreating, clearly at a disadvantage.
"Well done! Beat, beat him to death! "
"If you're a man, don't be a coward!"
"I didn't expect there to be such a good show to watch!"
…
The people in the surroundings didn't want the world to be in chaos and kept on cheering.
All of a sudden, an imposing voice rang out.
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