Wang Tian stood before the cocoon, his gaze calm yet filled with quiet vigilance. Once more, he activated his Attribute Eyes, threads of light glimmering faintly within his pupils as he examined every fluctuation around the cocoon. After a long pause, he turned to Feng Mei.

  “Mei’er,” he said softly, “this awakening process will take seven to ten days at least. You should rest. I’ll remain here and watch over everything.”

  Feng Mei shook her head resolutely. “No, Big Brother. You are the Patriarch, you have far more pressing duties. I have nothing else to do now. Let me stay. I can’t leave him like this.” Her eyes lingered on the cocoon, worry shimmering like mist in the morning light.

  Wang Tian understood her heart. She and Wang Jian had been close since childhood—companions who grew together, laughed together, and stood by each other in every trial. He could see that she would not leave, and so, he did not insist.

  Before departing, he opened the System Store through his consciousness, a strange golden light reflecting in his eyes. “System,” he commanded, “how many Achievement Points do I currently have?”

  [Ding!]

  [Host has spent 150,000 Achievement Points on the Meridian Building Pill. Current balance: 2,511,000.]

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  Satisfied, Wang Tian began searching through the formation catalog. Among countless entries, one drew his attention.

  Spirit-Sealing Veil:- Conceals spiritual fluctuations and blocks divine senses.

  Cost:-300,000 Achievement Points.

  It was costly, yet for his brother’s safety, Wang Tian did not hesitate. After confirming the purchase, shimmering runes burst into life around the courtyard. Threads of silver spiritual light wove together, forming a veil that shimmered faintly like morning mist—gentle, beautiful, and utterly impenetrable.

  After purchase by the formation there are still 2,211,000 Achievement points are left.He turned towards Feng mei and said

  “Mei’er,” he said, his voice now firm, “if anything unusual happens, inform me at once. No one is to enter this place without my word.”

  “Don’t worry, Big Brother,” Feng Mei replied, lifting her chin with quiet confidence. “I won’t slack off.”

  Wang Tian nodded, a faint smile easing his expression. With that, he turned and left, his robe trailing softly through the air like flowing water.

  Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. The cocoon remained silent and still.

  On a clear morning, sunlight poured through the windows of the Wang Clan’s main hall. Seated upon the Patriarch’s seat, Wang Tian listened to the elders’ reports on business affairs and clan matters, his expression composed and attentive.

  Suddenly, a guard rushed in, knelt, and spoke urgently. “Patriarch! People from the Wu Clan and the Radiant Cloud Sect request an audience!”

  For a moment, the hall fell silent. The elders exchanged puzzled glances.

  “The Wu Clan and Radiant Cloud Sect?” Wang Tian’s brows furrowed slightly before he regained his calm. “Invite them in,” he said, his voice steady like the still surface of a deep lake.