Legend of the Mythological Genes 38 Family Conflic

After Feng Lin went home, he changed his clothes before heading for the higher levels of the Feng Clan Grand Building.

The life transformation had brought him confidence, and he wasn't willing to wait a minute longer. He must have a showdown with his clan, settling the lurking danger that was coming three weeks later.

With the cultivation path laid out before him, how could he possibly be willing to accept to be manipulated by the clan and lead a wasted life in the clan's factory?

The solar system was a part of the Chaotic Star Region. Societal order was in a mess, and people from the same clan would gather together, seeking a way to live on.

Compared to Ancient Earth Era's feudal society where families were smaller in size, the smallest family in the Interstellar Era had at least several ten thousand people.

Each clan was like a small society.

Where there were people, there were societies. Once the population size increased, contradictions and conflict would also go up along with it.

Moreover, the clan would allocate their best resources to the most talented people, nurturing real experts. The people in the clan were split into different grades based on their aptitudes and talents.

The elevator that led to the Feng Clan Grand Building's higher levels were packed with people dressed in luxurious clothings.

Feng Lin, who was dressed in plain clothings, clearly stood out like an eyesore, causing many cold and disgusted gazes to sweep towards him.

However, they were theoretically from the same clan after all and didn't hurl abusive words toward each other. They merely kept their distance, not wanting to get close to Feng Lin.

At that moment, the place where Feng Lin was standing was completely empty, making it so that he was extremely conspicuous.

However, Feng Lin took all of this very calmly.

He soon arrived at the level he was supposed to head to and walked out.

The 80th floor on the Feng Clan Grand Building...

Many towering buildings were densely packed in Interstellar Era's cities. They were all very tall and majestic, each like a small mountain.

If one stayed at a lower story, the sunlight would be easily blocked out and these people would end up staying in the darkness for prolonged periods of time.

These places were often treated as dark streets—places that only inferior people would stay in.

The higher the story, the more sunlight would enter and the better the environment would be.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, people who stayed on the higher floors of a building would either be rich or had high statuses.

Those who stayed on the 80th or higher levels of the Feng Clan Grand Building were considered members of the upper echelon—the purest direct descendants.

At first glance, it was clear that Feng Lin was a lower level member of the clan entering the place, and he immediately attracted countless surprised gazes.

Those gazes brushed onto his plain clothes with apparent contempt.

Feng Lin walked by as if he didn't see them. He passed through the long corridors and arrived before a spacious hall.

There were probably several tens of people queuing in front of the door. Although the queue was long, everyone was waiting patiently and quietly.

Feng Clan's management office!

There were several ten thousands people in such a big clan.

When there were more people, there would be more trouble that required their attention.

Therefore, every clan on Earth had a core member to handle everything in the clan. This person was known as the Head Butler.

This was the office of the Feng Clan's Head Butler.

The Feng Clan had a big population, and there were endless trifling matters that needed to be attended to daily. People who came to look for the Head Butler would usually have important matters. If they were to trouble the Head Butler with trifling matters, not only would it be useless, but they would also be severely punished.

Despite so, it was still normal for there to be a queue. Sometimes, people might even need to queue up for a few days.

Feng Lin found a seat at the back and sat down, waiting quietly.

"Why is an inferior clansman not going to work at the factory but came here instead?"

"Did he skive himself from work? And yet, he dares to come and look for the Head Butler? Aren't he afraid that he'd be punished?"

"He's really daring!"

...

When the people in the queue saw Feng Lin getting close, they drew their distance in disgust immediately, mumbling between themselves.

Feng Lin paid them no heed, continuing to wear a calm expression.

The queue moved forward slowly and orderly. After over an hour, Feng Lin had only moved forward by five positions. If things were to continue on at this rate, he had no idea how long it would be before his turn arrived.

However, he could only wait.

If he were to barge in recklessly, he would only infuriate the Head Butler, causing things to go badly. It would be an extremely irrational decision.

"You lowly person! Get lost immediately! Time waits for no one. Is there a need to trouble the Head Butler with your insignificant matters? If my matter is delayed, you won't be able to hold responsibility for it! " A rude voice rang out next to him.

Feng Lin was pushed aside harshly. After he opened his eyes, he saw an extremely thin face that was wearing a proud expression. Feng Lin sighed, his expression was that of gloominess and annoyance.

Why are there people who can't even do a good job as a villain? To think that they don't even have good judgment. Do I look like such a pushover?

...

These messy thoughts flashed in Feng Lin's mind, and he became more serious. He knew the reason well.

There were clear differences in grades within the clan.

In the end, he, an inferior member in the clan, was seen as a weak pushover.

People within the clan were segregated by their aptitudes and talents.

Feng Lin's strength rose up too quickly, but he was still the ninth-grade clansman he was before, a person of the lowest tier.

These people might have seen this status of his and felt that his aptitude was too inferior, too weak. Therefore, they labeled him as a pushover directly.

Otherwise, why was it so coincidental that this person didn't look for others but only approached him when there were so many people queuing up before him?

He must get stronger quickly.

Only by getting stronger would he be able to get rid of this difficult situation. Otherwise, with there being no end to such troublesome matters, would he still be able to focus on his cultivation?

Feng Lin felt great resentment in his heart.

"Brat, what's your name? You don't even know me, Feng Lang? Get lost! That skinny man had the appearance of a profligate son and seeing that Feng Lin remained quiet, he pushed him once more.

There was ridicule in his gaze. He was clearly doing this intentionally!

When dealing with people like these, Feng Lin's reply was very simple.

His fist!

His fist that was the size of a sandbag struck out with great impact. He didn't waste his breath at all.

The punch went out with a huge force.

The other person went into a daze at the sight of this scene as if not expecting Feng Lin to be so decisive in making his move. He was a little stunned.

Bang!

The moment the force of the fist reached its target, the guy was sent flying out and he fell hard onto the ground.

However, the person immediately got back up at the next moment. Other than appearing a little disheveled, he didn't seem injured at all. He glared fiercely at Feng Lin while holding onto his face. He flushed up, "B*stard! Don't you know that you shouldn't hit a person in the face?!"

Although this punch wasn't delivered with great strength, this guy had faced it head-on. Feng Lin was a little surprised. This guy's vitality wasn't low.

Seeing that Feng Lin didn't pay him any heed, the profligate son became increasingly infuriated. He assumed a fighting stance and pounced toward Feng Lin.

Slithering Snake Fist!

That person's body twisted about and moved rapidly with a strange movement. He came in close in a Z-shape movement like a slithering snake. His ten fingers flicking and releasing hissing sound like a snake sticking out its tongue, heading for Feng Lin's eyes with an extremely vicious move.

"Good job in coming over!" Feng Lin wasn't fearful at all and also went head-on.

The Slithering Snake Fist had agile movements, allowing the practitioner to slither about and attacking the opponent's critical spots.

In this regard, it was extremely similar to the Eight Trigram Palm.

Feng Lin moved within the eight trigrams, entering a tussle with his opponent.

Their fist and palm collided, and Feng Lin's body didn't budge while the other guy kept retreating, overshadowed on the first contact.

"Good job! Beat him up! Beat him up to death!"

"If you're a man, then don't be a coward!"

"I haven't expected that there'd be a good show to watch here!"

...

The people in the surroundings didn't seem afraid to see trouble stirred up and kept on cheering them.

Suddenly, a strict voice rang out.

"What are you guys doing? Why are you guys having a conflict within the clan, violating the clan's regulations? If you can't give me a reason for this, I'll confine all of you!"

Chapter end