"System, what is going on with the box? What method do I use to open it?"
[DING. THE SYSTEM ADVISES THE HOST TO GIVE UP ON OPENING THE BOX NOW]
Lin Feng was confused at the words.
"Why should I forget about it? This is the last thing my father left for me. I can't just forget it. It may contain clues to where he went."
[IT IS JUST THE SYSTEM ADVICE. ANYWAY, IT IS USELESS NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY]
"How come?" he said, frustratedly.
[BECAUSE THE BOX CONTAINS A FORMATION AND IS SEALED WITH THE HOST'S GENES AND WILL NOT OPEN WITHOUT A SPECIFIC CULTIVATION REALM]
"And what realm is that?" Lin Feng asked, having a bad feeling about the answer.
[THE SEAL FORMATION ON THE BOX HAS TWO REQUIREMENTS THAT MUST BE MET SIMULTANEOUSLY TO OPEN]
[IT REQUIRES THAT THE ONE ATTEMPTING TO OPEN IT HAS THE SAME ORIGIN AS THE SAMPLE USED AS THE BASE OF THE SEAL]
[AS WELL AS THE STRENGTH OF THE WU WANG REALM]
Lin Feng, who was about to take another swing at it, froze in disbelief.
"What? It needs a Martial King to open? How is that possible?" he mumbled incoherently.
Lin Feng, who is not yet able to cope with a Martial Master, so hearing the words "Martial King" was like a mountain pressed on his back, his breathing hitching. He clutched his chest as it tightened, his vision threatened to go dark.
It took him a few moments to recover his composure, and he began to ponder, as he had many questions.
"This thing was left to my uncle before he departed, so there is no possibility that this belongs to someone else."
"But needing King Realm to open, isn't that too exaggerated? Even though my father had the highest cultivation of the three family patriarchs, it was just high-level Grandmaster, around 7th level peak or 8th level, nothing so outrageous."
"System, what level would be required to place such a seal?" he asked, although he already had the answer in his heart.
[IT WOULD NEED AT LEAST HIGH-LEVEL KING REALM TO CREATE SUCH A FORMATION]
"Sure enough."
Hearing the guesses in his heart confirmed, his pulse quickened, his heartbeat faster.
His dad was actually a respectable Martial King.
One had to know that even in the imperial capital, there are very few such King Wu. The little that appear are ancestors of powerful forces, existences that are revered by all, holding considerable power in the capital. Even in the royal family, such a person is at least a minister, one of the few second only to the emperor. There is even a saying: "As long as the Martial Monarch does not come out, the King Realm is God." As for the higher Ancestor Realm, there is no such person in the entire Tian Wu Empire and the surrounding empires, at least to Lin Feng's knowledge. He only has this knowledge because the old Lin Feng used to be engaged to the imperial city Yan family and was told a lot of information by them so as not to appear as an ignorant country bumpkin in future gatherings after marriage before that incident. So the majority of ordinary people, even those based in the capital, do not have this knowledge.
And now his father—one of those big shots. His Lin Feng's father, a high-level one at that, which is the least prediction; it could be more.
But as quickly as the excitement came, it faded, replaced by confusion.
"If he was a Martial King, why didn't he say anything?"
"If he had shown his strength to the Yan family, then that evil woman Yan Mei Mei would never do something so unscrupulous as dig out his roots, as according to them their ancestor was only a mid-level King, and he is at least a high-level Martial King."
He felt aggravated at the thought, with tears threatening to follow, but he willed them away as he knew he did not know the full story.
"As father left, why did he ask the royal family to look out for us?"
"As a high-level King is an important battle force for the empire, so as long as he said hello to the palace, they would surely look after our family."
"At least the Zhao family wouldn't dare to squeeze our family like this. Could it be that father does not care about us?"
"Because logically, he knows the Zhao family has been eyeing our Lin family for a long time. It is only because he was here that they could barely restrain themselves, and his departure would clearly give them the opportunity they have been looking for."
As soon as that thought entered his head, he immediately shook his head, dismissing it, as his father was the most loyal person he has ever met, and he had paid a lot for the family.
"Then what exactly happened? Could it be there are powerful enemies he has been hiding from?" As he thought of that, he realized that there were many fishy things going on.
"By the way, my uncle said the secret realm he went to was a Grandmaster secret realm, and the highest cultivation that went in is the Martial Spirit Realm. How could anything there stump a high-level King powerhouse?"
"Strange, strange indeed."
"Could it be that my injuries forced him to reveal himself and he was found out by the enemy?"
His heart tightened at the thought of his father being caught because he was trying to find medicine for him.
"No, I must get stronger faster. He could be in great danger now."
"By the way, I must ask my uncle about my father's life before I was born. It seems there is still much I don't know about this cheap father of mine."
He then decided to put the matter aside and focus on the problem he was currently facing, that is, how to acquire the herbs he needs for his medical bath.
"As I remember, alchemists seem to have a monthly allowance given to them by the Alchemist Association for being members."
"The higher the grade, the higher the salary."
"Just great. If I become a third-grade alchemist, not only can I get resources, but also get a powerful identity and protection of the association."
"Besides, the furnaces in the association have temperature control features. Too bad they can only be used to create 3rd-grade pills; otherwise, I can refine 4th-grade pills and my problem would be solved."
He sighed and decided to first become a third-grade alchemist before considering the problem of formation next.
"KNOCK."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, so he asked who was there.
"Young master, it's Feifei."
"I thought you would be hungry, so I brought you breakfast. Did I disturb your cultivation?"
She asked nervously.
"No, it's fine. Come in," he said while putting the box in his robe, as well as putting his heavy thoughts away so as not to worry the little girl.
She came in with a large amount of food, then put them next to him, then attempted to leave, but he stopped her.
"Where are you going? Sit and eat with me. I couldn't possibly finish all this myself."
"Are you sure, young master?"
"Is it okay for someone like me to sit with you?" she asked while keeping her head down.
"Of course, not. Don't be silly. Sit," he confirmed, feeling puzzled at her words and actions.
Hearing his confirmation, she excitedly thanked him and sat across from him.
The next few hours were spent together giggling, with Ye Feifei red-faced and Lin Feng relentlessly teasing her.
"Yawn!"
After the breakfast, Lin Feng stood up and stretched his body while yawning.
"Feifei, I'm going into town for a bit. If uncle asks, you tell him."
"Okay, young master. Good luck. Feifei will be waiting for your return," she cheered enthusiastically.
He nodded and left the compound and the Lin family estate. Not minding the stares from other family members, he walked into town, admiring the bustling city. He eventually located the Alchemist building, with a very long queue of people with various needs waiting to get in. He joined the back of the line.
It eventually got to his turn. As he was about to get into the building—
"STOP!"