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Chapter 257 - 245: Old Acquaintances and Public Opinion Besiege Noble Families! Taking What Others Hold Dear? (2/3)

Chapter 257: Chapter 245: Old Acquaintances and Public Opinion Besiege Noble Families! Taking What Others Hold Dear? (2/3)

The noble family, steeped in a thousand years of scholarly tradition, has produced such a disgrace who fills his mouth with crude and foul language!

The father and son both felt as if they were losing all face!

Thankfully, no one was around... No, wait, the clan elders were guarding the doorway!

Just thinking about it made them want to disown their kin on the grounds of righteousness.

The old man shot the middle-aged man a glare but hadn’t yet spoken.

"Aow——"

A burly teenager was kicked out of the doorway, followed by an old leg clad in a coarse cloth practice garment slowly retracting back inside.

After being tossed out, Wang Erbao stumbled to the ground, rubbing his backside and bellowing, "You deathless old man, your hand was so dark... uh, Dad? Grandpa, you, you’re both here..."

His mouth twitching, he stopped in his tracks, his toes covertly shifting direction, ready to flee.

Wang Erbao’s father, Wang Weijing, scowled and berated him, "Unfilial son, get over here!"

Wang Erbao hemmed and hawed, dragging his feet, unwilling to go over.

Suddenly, Wang Erbao’s grandfather, Wang Bo, kicked his own son and said angrily, "You have the nerve to scold Erbao as an unfilial son, when it’s because you’re rarely home all year round that he’s grown wild without anyone to look after him!"

After saying that, he gestured to Wang Erbao, "From now on, do not be disrespectful to the clan elders, or else getting beaten will be in vain! Let’s go, your grandma has made noodles, come home with me for dinner."

"Alright, Grandpa!"

Wang Erbao cheerfully made a wide detour around his scowling father, Wang Weijing, and drew close to Wang Bo.

"Dad! You’ll spoil him rotten if you keep this up!"

On hearing this, Wang Bo blew his beard and glared, "You’re the one who didn’t manage your own child, and now you blame me? How many years has it been since I’ve seen my grandson, what’s wrong with showing him some affection?

"You’re an utterly incompetent father, nothing like me!"

After saying this, he walked towards the southern courtyard with Wang Erbao, kindly asking, "Erbao, have you lost weight? Is it tough in there? How’s the progress..."

"Not bad, Grandpa, I think I’ve actually put on weight, but I’ve grown taller! And now, I’ve already reached the Peak Innate Realm!..."

"Good, good, good, you youngsters grow up so fast, you’re half a head taller in just two days..."

"..."

Wang Weijing watched the old and the young walk away and shook his head with a wry smile.

With you spoiling him like this, what teaching, it’s a load of nonsense.

If he doesn’t turn out to be a Demon Lord of Mayhem, it’ll be thanks to our ancestors’ blessings!

He sighed, taking a step to follow them, but then stopped.

He pulled out his information terminal, dialed in, and a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to him appeared in the holographic image.

Wang Weijing looked at the man and smiled, "Big Brother, what’s the matter?"

There was an air of authority about the middle-aged man; even with a smile on his face, there was something about his demeanor that commanded respect and distance.

He smiled and said, "Xiao Jing, is Protectorate Nation still unwilling to return to the family?"

The smile on Wang Weijing’s face slowly faded, "His heart knot remains untied; he does not wish to return."

The middle-aged man spoke softly, "No matter how much resentment he holds in his heart, he is still a descendant of the Wang Family; it’s the blood that runs through his veins."

"But he has already repaid what he owed to the Wang Family. Now what the Wang Family owes him has yet to be settled."

"Is it because of a woman?"

"Because of the main lineage’s indifference."

"That wasn’t our intention."

"But the consequences have been wrought."

"All this over a small matter, is he going to deny his own bloodline?"

"Bloodline? Should blood be the original sin he must bear?!"

"..."

Their conversation grew more intense, and then both fell into silence.

The middle-aged man in the holographic image was the current head of Wang Family, the successor of the main lineage, Wang Chengzu.

And Wang Weijing was the successor of the second branch line, commonly referred to as the third house.

Every time the two of them discussed the second brother of the third house, Wang Weiguo, they would end up arguing over some past events.

Each time, their conversations would end on a sour note.

But to Wang Weijing’s surprise, Wang Chengzu didn’t hang up the call this time. Instead, after a moment of silence, he suddenly changed the topic, saying:

"I hear Weiguo’s daughter has good talent?"

Wang Weijing thought of his gentle and dignified niece, and smiled slightly, "Yes, Xue Rui is a good kid. Without any support from the family, she got into Yan Capital University on her own and even made it into the top ten of the annual combat power rankings of her grade."

He had always wanted a daughter, but unfortunately, he had an unworthy son. Every time he saw smart, articulate, and sensible Wang Xuerui, he wanted to snatch her away to be his own daughter.

Regrettably, his wife was also busy with family affairs and was unwilling to have another girl with him, which was a long-standing pain in his heart.

Wang Chengzu smiled and said, "A fine seedling worth cultivating. Our Wang Family indeed produces talent generation after generation. Bring her back to the ancestral lands sometime and into the secret realm for some enhancement."

Wang Weijing’s smile remained unchanged as he looked straight into Wang Chengzu’s eyes, "She’s not within the five degrees of mourning, which is inappropriate. Moreover, Xue Rui already has someone in her heart."

Wang Chengzu frowned slightly, disliking the fact that his intentions were seen through, even though they were already an open secret.

He said indifferently, "Find someone beyond the five degrees of mourning."

Wang Weijing’s smile grew more pronounced, "Her heart is set on a student of Weiguo’s, a descendant of a Demon Extermination Army martyr, this term’s martial arts champion, a disciple admitted to the house of Yan University’s Lu Lin, a nominal disciple of Yan University’s Vice Chancellor Nie Yan, an Honorary Captain of the Demon Extermination Army, and... the founder of the Composite Technique!

"Who can be compared to him? How can they compare? What right do they have to compare? Can they even compare?"

"..."

Wang Chengzu’s expression gradually changed, from indifference to surprise, and then to a stunned look.

The student of Wang Weiguo’s, the descendant of a Demon Army martyr could be overlooked, but the martial arts champion and Nie Yan’s nominal disciple were worth noting, and the title of Honorary Captain was surprising.

And the status of the creator of the Composite Technique was enough to make him shiver!

Which martial family today doesn’t know of the Composite Technique?

This is a method that could drastically shorten the gap between civilians and aristocratic youngsters; even in a few decades, it could potentially subvert the majority of powerful noble families!

Although the technique has not yet spread beyond the university to the wider society, it is already widely known.

Most martial artists are eagerly anticipating it.

Many youngsters from noble families are already trying various methods to resist and protest, demanding a ban on this school of combat!

Because this technique directly breaks the monopoly of noble families over high-end martial arts techniques and martial skills, it’s striking at their very foundation!

So, aside from the old cunning ones who are still watching, the younger ones have already started making a fuss.

Of course, the reasons they give publicly are very cautious, ranging from "the technique has not been tested and is an unsafe technique" to "hasty promotion could cause social instability, better to slow down," and so on.

But civilian martial artists won’t buy any of that.

They have made their way through the vast sea of people on their own merits and efforts, carving out a bloody path for themselves, and have had many conflicts with aristocratic youngsters along the way, naturally leading to antagonism between the two sides.

Moreover, they too wish to break the current status quo, breaking the monopoly of noble families over precious cultivation resources.

They too want to have enough heavenly materials and earthly treasures to enhance the martial arts talent of their offspring!

So, riding on the momentum of Yan Capital University’s full promotion of the Composite Technique, civilian martial artists have once again initiated a campaign against noble descendants.

This is the will of the people!

Now, in places unseen by ordinary folks, both sides are already engaged in a war of words.

...

Xue Rui’s beloved, he’s Chu Feng, the founder of the Composite Technique that has noble clans in such a tizzy?

After a long silence, Wang Chengzu spoke softly, "Invite him over when you have the chance."

Wang Weijing’s mouth spread into an even wider smile, "Does the main line have the gall to try to take someone’s beloved and still have the nerve to invite him over as a guest?"