Protect Our Clan Leader
Chapter 1471 - 67 My Name is Wang Fugui_4

Chapter 1471: Chapter 67 My Name is Wang Fugui_4

The door guard was sweating profusely.

He had almost been pecked blind by this gang, a serious dereliction of duty.

Right away, he said with a dark expression: "Someone, expel these thieves from the Immortal Arrival Spot."

"Yes!"

The rest of the guards from the Spirit Platform Realm hurriedly moved forward to expel the intruders.

"Wait!"

Several guards from the Heavenly Human Realm quickly shielded Wang Fugui at the front.

Wang Fugui also frowned and said, "Indeed, I am friends with Miss Yun Mengyu. Please trouble the elder brother to pass on the message. Mengyu will definitely agree to see me."

"Who are you? Not only daring to pretend to be Mengyu’s friend, but you even dare call her by her name!?" Wu’s Princely Heir became somewhat angrily embarrassed, and said to an elder behind him, "Old Man Fu, please help Wang Fu to expel this shameless brat. Of course, do not harm his life."

"Yes, Princely Heir."

The elder called Old Man Fu bowed in acknowledgment. He then rose to his feet, raised a hand, and a potent mysterious energy surged forth, instantly coalescing into a palm that swept toward Wang Fugui and the others.

The might of that palm was like a river flowing in reverse, or like a vast and powerful breeze, causing the Heavenly Human Realm guards around them to turn pale and nearly unable to catch their breath.

Clearly, this elder known as "Old Man Fu" was a cultivator from the Purple Abode Realm.

As a Purple Abode Realm cultivator, no matter where one is, they possess a certain status and standing. Even in a place like the Immortal Dynasty, the Purple Abode Realm represented the backbone of the entire societal structure, holding no low position.

Logically speaking, a Grade Five Prominent Family would have only one or two Purple Abode Old Ancestors.

With Old Man Fu personally taking action, unless the old ancestor of a Grade Five Prominent Family came forth, no one could withstand him.

What a pity.

The Changning Wang Clan isn’t governed by ordinary rules.

Just when Wang Fugui furrowed his brow, preparing to take out the Purple Abode Realm puppet from his storage ring, the sharply dressed Jiang Qinglian had already made the first move.

All she did was lift her white, jade-like wrist, revealing a movement of great skill resembling casual simplicity.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed through the air.

A vast and boundless surge of mysterious energy suddenly erupted, also materializing as a palm illusion which reflected back.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to pause momentarily, as terrifying energy converged from the heavens and earth, entering the palm within a blink of an eye, compressing and solidifying.

"Boom!"

The two "palm illusions" collided with a thunderous impact, the violent energy immediately exploding forth.

Just in the blink of an eye, the palm illusion formed by Old Man Fu vanished into nothingness, and the ferocious palm illusion slammed back into him, blasting him away like a cannonball more than a hundred yards away.

With this one strike, the difference in power was immediately clear.

"Hmph! An old fool who knows nothing of life or death, daring to make a move against our Master Fugui." Jiang Qinglian adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her demeanor as carefree as a passing breeze.

Her expression was as if she had not just knocked away a Purple Abode Realm powerhouse, but rather had swatted a fly away.

Had it not been for her consideration of status, she might have accidentally slapped not only Old Man Fu but also Wu’s Princely Heir and the others.

"A Divine Power Territory cultivator? How is that possible!?"

Wu’s Princely Heir and the door guard were as if struck by lightning, their faces showing utter disbelief.

Which child of a Grade Five Prominent Family has a Divine Power Territory cultivator as a guard when they go out?

Even for Wu’s Princely Heir, with his status, this is not a privilege he could enjoy under normal circumstances—unless one day he truly becomes the "Princely Heir" of Wu Family of the Cold Moon.

Of course, the heirs of ordinary families are not referred to as "Princely Heirs."

It’s only because Wu Family of the Cold Moon is an old and powerful family within the Immortal Dynasty, ranked as Overquality, and has long been bestowed the hereditary title of Azure Dragon King, that their heirs are called "Princely Heirs."

Wu’s Princely Heir has earned the title "Princely Heir" for being of extraordinary birth and possessing exceptional aptitude, being raised as one of the inheritors.

However, this is after all the King of the North’s Mansion.

The sudden action of a Divine Power Territory cultivator at the Northern Territory Mansion naturally alarmed those inside.

From various spots within the mansion, the strong presence of six or seven Divine Power Territory cultivators surged instantly, and they rushed towards the southern gate at high speed.

The majestic and overwhelming presence that surged over like tides caused the low and middle-tier cultivators at the gate to instantly change color.

Such a numerous assembly of cultivators at the level of the Divine Power Territory, and they are merely the ones who just happened to be inside the King of the North’s Mansion at the moment; the total number of cultivators at this level within the mansion certainly far exceeds a mere six or seven.

Meanwhile, at the same time.

A far more formidable aura surged to the heavens from the depths of Wang Fu.

It was an aura vast and boundless like the ocean, and just as expansive as the sky itself, surging with a piercing coldness. Barely appearing, it suppressed the entire heavens with an unrivaled dominance.

Accompanying this overwhelming force was a voice filled with supreme authority: "Which reckless fools dare cause trouble at my Wang Fu?"

Upon hearing this voice, Wu, the young Princely Heir, and Old Man Fu’s expressions changed drastically.

"King of the North!"

Logically, if cultivators of the Shen-tong realm were causing trouble at Wang Fu, sending a few junior members or tributes would be enough to handle it, and it would never necessitate the personal intervention of the King of the North.

However, recently, the King of the North had encountered some vexing matters and therefore was not in the best of moods or temperaments.

If there really were some blind fools stirring up trouble, he actually did want to take matters into his own hands to vent the frustration simmering within him.

In the span of just over a dozen breaths of time.

Wang Fugui and his group found themselves surrounded.

Among them were seven cultivators with the aura of the Shen-tong realm, forming a seven-star pattern around them, each exuding an aura that was formidable and full of imposing vigor.

Beyond these, there was also the figure of an elderly man at the Transcendent Void Realm.

Dressed in an extravagantly luxurious white robe adorned with stars and moons, sleeves fluttering in the wind, his presence was so vast it seemed to carry the weight of thousands, floating in the air like a deity, his piercing gaze sweeping the entire area intensely.

"Junior Wu Zhiyu, pays his respects to the King of the North." Wu Zhiyu hurriedly performed the customary salute.

He had not anticipated that this commotion would draw out the King of the North himself.

The injured Old Man Fu also scrambled up hurriedly and bowed deeply in salute despite his injuries. The surrounding guards, too, were so frightened that they were shaking and quickly followed suit in saluting.

"Oh, isn’t this the young Princely Heir from the Azure Dragon King’s family?" The voice of the King of the North sounded slightly irked. "Was it you, young man, causing trouble at the gates of my Wang Fu?"

Under normal circumstances, he, the mighty King of the North, would not bother to acknowledge a minor Princely Heir from another prominent family.

But how could it be that the Wang Fu of the North has in possession a precious jewel?

All the young scions with a bit of family background thought of making early advances. Ever since Yun Mengyu could remember, they have been scheming to get close to her, each one trying to curry favor and fawn over her in every conceivable way.

And this young man from the Azure Dragon King’s Family was the most aggressive of the lot, coming to the King of the North’s Mansion every few days to offer his eager courtesies, leaving the King with no choice but to acknowledge him.

"No, not me." The young Princely Heir quickly denied, then pointed at Wang Fugui and his group, saying, "It’s them, they’re the ones causing trouble."

As soon as these words were out.

The dignified gaze of the King of the North fell upon Wang Fugui: "You boy, who are you? Who gave you the courage to make trouble at my Wang Fu?"

Although Wang Fugui was young, as the one who placed first in Changning’s high exams, how could he be simple-minded?

Immediately, he remained calm and composed, and with neither arrogance nor subservience, presented a junior’s greeting, his voice clear and resonant: "The younger generation is Wang Fugui, a direct descendant of the East Qian Kingdom Changning Wang Clan, here to pay his respects to the senior King of the North."

Such is the backbone of the Wang family’s Prominent Family, even when faced with the Immortal Emperor, he, as a scion of the Direct Long Line, wouldn’t lose his composure. After all, the Direct Long Line represents the face of the Prominent Family.

"Facing danger without fear, neither haughty nor humble. This boy, your demeanor is commendable, somewhat reminiscent of..." The King of the North began to praise with a somewhat unusual look in his eyes. However, mid-sentence, he suddenly remembered something, his expression changed, "Wait, what did you say your name was?"

"Reporting to the King of the North, this junior is named Wang Fugui." Wang Fugui performed another salute.

Wang Fugui!

The King of the North felt as if struck by lightning.

This name, eerily familiar. No, his ears had grown calluses from hearing it.

Ever since his precious daughter Yun Mengyu returned home not long ago, the King of the North had heard the name Wang Fugui countless times.

Aside from Yun Mengyu, the girl Yuling would also mention this name time and again.

It left the King of the North both irritated and curious.

Just who is this Wang Fugui? In such a short period of time, he had already captured the heart of their beloved?

"You, you are Wang Fugui!?" The King of the North’s gaze was piercing, locking onto Wang Fugui.

"I am indeed Wang Fugui." Wang Fugui inwardly resigned, yet his expression remained calm, stating his name for the third time.

Listening to their back-and-forth, Wu, the young Princely Heir, Old Man Fu, and others could only describe their facial expressions as bizarre.

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