38 Family Conflic (1/2)

The elevator moved upward rapidly.

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.