Yong'an City.
This was the largest city closest to the White Cloud Mountain Range.
The Murong family was a cultivation family in Yong'an City. However, the Murong family's strength was not strong, only considered a third-rate cultivation family.
Of course, even a third-rate cultivation family was quite a formidable clan in Yong'an City, as some cultivation families couldn't even be called cultivation clans.
A third-rate cultivation family needed at least an ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage to preside over it!
In fact, whether one followed the ancient martial path or the qi refining path, upon reaching the Nascent Soul stage, the terminology was the same, as both required the condensation of a Nascent Soul.
Even at the Core Formation stage, many cultivators used unified terminology, referring to it as the Golden Core stage!
Of course, many ancient martial cultivators at the Core Formation stage were unwilling to call it Golden Core, because the core condensed by ancient martial cultivators did not emit golden light. They called it the Primordial Core stage.
However, whether it was the Golden Core stage or the Primordial Core stage, it was collectively referred to as the Core Formation stage.
In Yong'an City, besides the Murong family, there were several other families that had third-rate clan status with ancestors at the Nascent Soul stage.
Yang Feilong's current strength, even within the Xiantian stage (Foundation Establishment stage), was not dominant. Against an ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage, he would only face death.
"How many Nascent Soul stage ancestors does your Murong family have?" Yang Feilong asked curiously on the road. "If you can't say, then forget it!"
"What's there to hide? There are two!" Murong Qiuyue said with a smile. "Having more Nascent Soul ancestors indicates the family's strength, and generally, petty individuals wouldn't dare to offend us!"
"Uh, okay!" Yang Feilong was momentarily stunned. It made sense; in the spiritual realm, the strong were respected. The Murong family having two Nascent Soul stage ancestors meant they weren't an ordinary third-rate family, and it was something to be proud of.
"I still don't know, what family do you come from? A third-rate family? A second-rate family?" Murong Qiuyue asked in return.
"Why don't you guess I'm from a first-rate family? Or even a super first-rate family?"
"Well, young masters from first-rate and super first-rate families wouldn't come out without even a guardian." Murong Qiufeng chimed in, "In fact, I suspect you might not even be from a second-rate family."
"Qiufeng!" Murong Qiuyue glared at her brother, Murong Qiufeng, in annoyance.
Then, Murong Qiuyue looked at Yang Feilong. "I apologize, my brother speaks without thinking."
"Sorry." Murong Qiufeng apologized with an embarrassed expression.
"It's nothing, Brother Qiufeng is right!" Yang Feilong shrugged and smiled. "I really don't come from such a powerful family. Mine is just an ordinary family, as my strength is the strongest in my family."
Even tracing back to his roots, he was a disciple of the Yang family from the mortal world. In a family where the strongest was only at the Xiantian stage, it wouldn't even be considered a cultivation clan in the spiritual realm. According to his master's description, families with Golden Core stage cultivators weren't even considered clans, and only those with Nascent Soul ancestors could barely be called clans, and they were the bottom-tier third-rate ones!
Families with Golden Core stage cultivators could be called quasi-clans, or insignificant clans!
Families with only Xiantian stage cultivators? Who would dare to call their family a clan!
They could only be called a family of cultivators.
"You are the strongest in your family?" The siblings looked at Yang Feilong with disbelief, completely unable to comprehend this fact.
"Are you very disappointed?" Yang Feilong shrugged helplessly.
"Despite your family's weakness, it's truly admirable that Young Master Yang can be so powerful!" Murong Qiuyue said with a solemn expression.
"Yes! Our family is a third-rate clan, and we siblings are direct descendants. We seem to be a little older than you, yet our cultivation and strength are far inferior to yours. It's truly embarrassing!" Murong Qiufeng said with a bitter smile, still in shock.
"You two are not bad either! Don't be too humble. I believe you'll both reach greater heights in your cultivation soon!" Yang Feilong said.
"May your words be prophetic!" Murong Qiuyue smiled.
"Sister, Brother Yang is so outstanding, aren't you looking for an excellent boyfriend? What do you think of Brother Yang?" Murong Qiufeng suddenly said with a sly grin.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Murong Qiuyue immediately flushed with anger and punched her brother.
However, Murong Qiufeng dodged it.
Yang Feilong, on the other hand, was stunned, touching his nose awkwardly. How could this brother Murong Qiufeng make such a joke!
In the end, Murong Qiufeng paid the price for his slip of the tongue and was beaten by his sister.
Murong Qiuyue looked at Yang Feilong apologetically, a hint of embarrassment on her face. "My brother is used to speaking carelessly. I hope Young Master Yang doesn't mind."
"I'm fine," Yang Feilong shook his head and chuckled.
If this happened to other men, they would surely have some special reaction. But Yang Feilong remained indifferent. It wasn't that Murong Qiuyue wasn't beautiful; she was stunningly gorgeous and kind-hearted, possessing the gentle and benevolent personality of a chivalrous woman. However, he couldn't possibly get involved with a pure young girl so soon after entering the spiritual realm.
He already had too many women, and they were all waiting for him in the mortal world.
Seeing Yang Feilong's calm expression and warm smile, devoid of admiration, joy, or other special emotions, Murong Qiuyue felt an inexplicable discomfort. He was the first man to be unmoved by her.
When she was pestered before, she was impatient and disgusted, and there were no shortage of excellent suitors. But now, she had finally met someone so outstanding and not obnoxious, yet he showed no interest in her. This made her uncomfortable. She didn't know what was wrong with her, was she sick?
"Let's go!" Murong Qiuyue glanced at her brother, who was keeping a distance of three paces away. "Why are you hiding so far away?"
"I'm afraid you'll hit me again!" Murong Qiufeng said helplessly.
Murong Qiuyue: "..."
Murong Qiuyue said, her face flushed with shame and anger. "Why would I hit you if you weren't looking for trouble!"
"Was I looking for trouble?" Murong Qiufeng spread his hands. "Don't you think Brother Yang is very outstanding? Especially after changing his clothes, he's even more handsome than me! Overall, he's so much better than your other suitors!"
Yes, Yang Feilong's clothes were different from when they first saw him. After all, his previous clothes were tattered. Yang Feilong had even cleaned himself with the water of power while recovering in the cave dwelling and changed into clean clothes!
Now, his complexion was like jade, his posture like a pine, graceful as a startled swan, and fluid as a swimming dragon, full of carefree elegance.
"You're still talking!" Murong Qiuyue was so angry she wanted to beat her talkative brother again. Were you trying to throw your sister's reputation on the ground and stomp on it?