The Wang Family Tournament (Continued)

Ling Yuan immediately showed a curious expression. "Then why didn't you go earlier?"

"Isn't it because you're here?" Wang Ming retorted.

"With such convenient things as spatial channels and Imaginary Space available, why would someone rush to catch a high-speed train instead of using them? What kind of fool would that be?"

Ling Yuan was speechless in response.

"Alright, I'll go with you to take a look."

Ling Yuan couldn't possibly let Wang Ming fail his exams and then take the opportunity to see what a big family looked like.

"Ranran, we'll be back later," Ling Yuan reported.

"Knew."

Upon receiving the response, Ling Yuan opened a spatial passage.

The two stepped inside.

At the same time

The Wang Family of the capital

Wang Jing's father, the old clan chief Wang Sheng, sat high in the square.

Looking down at the upright posture of the Wang Family members.

Of course, he had no interest in any of these people. His gaze swept around and, finding no trace of Wang Ming, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Buzz~

Fortunately, at that moment, the spatial passage suddenly opened in the center of the square.

Two men appeared before the crowd.

"Wang Ming, son of King Jing of Nan Yan, pays his respects to all his uncles and elders."

Although the words were spoken very politely, it was nothing more than a fist and palm salute.

That's all.

"Good, good, Ming'er is here, quickly offer him a seat."

"Chieftain, wait!" At this moment, a middle-aged man jumped out.

Wang Sheng's expression instantly turned ugly.

"Ling Yuan, what do you think? Doesn't it look like something out of a novel?" Wang Ming whispered.

Ling Yuan: "Thank you for taking me to see the show."

The middle-aged man went on and on about many clan rules.

Ultimately, they just didn't want Wang Ming to gain a high position.

He had finally risen to power after Wang Jing's absence for so many years, and he didn't want Wang Jing's son to take the fruits of his labor.

"I just don't understand why someone who's obviously terrible at the game would have so much courage."

Ling Yuan asked, puzzled.

"The more ignorant a person is, the more inexplicable their self-confidence becomes."

Why is that?

"Because of their lack of knowledge, and because they have never heard of opposing viewpoints."

"They believe in absolutes because in their understanding there is only one explanation."

"I understand, it's cerebral palsy."

"Congratulations, you've grasped it very well."

"Enough!"

Finally, Wang Sheng couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the chair.

A terrifying pressure descended like a tidal wave.

"Am I, or are you, the head of the Wang Family?!"

The middle-aged man was so frightened by the angry shout that he trembled and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Please forgive me, Chieftain!"

"See, that's it. He has no other skills besides being foul-mouthed," Ling Yuan said.

"It's good to be from a big family; they even have money to support a good-for-nothing," Wang Ming nodded.

Wang Sheng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at his opponent.

The return of my grandson should have been a happy occasion, but some people just had to bring up something I shouldn't have.

You deserve a beating.

"Tomorrow."

"Grandfather."

"Why"

Wang Sheng immediately smiled.

He really appreciated being called "Grandpa".

"That must be young friend Ling Yuan. May I ask what brings you here?"

The news of Ling Yuan killing Loki has already circulated among the higher-ups.

"I'm just a freeloader, don't worry about me, you guys just do your thing."

"I see. Someone, please bring a seat."

Immediately, a disciple came out carrying a mahogany chair.

"If you don't mind, please sit down and watch, young friend Ling Yuan," Wang Sheng said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, sir," Ling Yuan said with a smile.

"Hehe, Ming'er, today's clan competition, you..."

"Of course I'll participate."

"However, I don't want to compare myself to the generation before that."

"Who do you want to compete against?"

Wang Ming smirked and pointed to an old man next to Wang Sheng: "Him."

Old man:???

Misfortune strikes out of nowhere while you're sitting at home?

Not only the old man, but everyone else looked completely bewildered.

Wang Sheng said awkwardly, "Ming'er, this is your great-grandfather, my father."

Wang Ming: "..."

"Nonsense." The middle-aged man scoffed.

The old man was speechless. He had only wanted to see his great-grandson, but the other party had tried to assault him.

"Wang Ming, why do you want to fight me?" the old man asked.

"Oh, Grandpa, I'm sorry, I just said it offhand, please don't mind it," Wang Ming quickly said.

Can he say, "I want to get rid of you and take your place"?

"Excuse me, sir, what position do you hold in your household?"

"Resource allocation".

"Isn't this just lining one's own pocket and doing nothing?" Wang Ming said subconsciously.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment.

That's true, but you can't say it to someone's face.

"You!"

"Is that an elder?"

"Fifth Elder!" the man from Zhongnan sneered.

"Standard of standard."

Wang Ming groped his chin.

"Alright, you're the one. I'm going to challenge you."

Wang Ming pointed at the middle-aged man.

"If you win, I'll leave immediately and never appear in the Wang Family again. If I win, I want your position as the Fifth Elder."

Old man. "..."

He now understood what Wang Ming had been hiding.

"So young and ignorant."

"If you want to prove you haven't been idle all these years, you can try accepting this offer," Wang Ming provocatively said.

"Wang De, what do you say?" Wang Ming's grandfather, Wang Sheng, also spoke up.

That put pressure on them.

All the family members turned to look at Wang De.

Wang De's face instantly darkened.

"Fine, even if you are the clan chief's grandson, I'll show you what it means to be..."

"Caring for the disabled?"

"It's about respecting elders!" Wang De almost choked on his words.

"Um, everyone, please make way and give the stage to Wang De and Ming'er."

As soon as Wang Sheng finished speaking, the venue instantly emptied.

Wang Ming stretched out his five fingers, looked at Wang De opposite him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Whose father is this, and whose son is he?

Unfortunately, today he's going to make them his grandsons.

On the high platform

"Young friend Ling Yuan, who do you think will win this match?" Wang Sheng asked Ling Yuan, who was standing to the side.

"Grandpa Wang knows perfectly well what's going on," Ling Yuan said with a smile.

Wang Sheng laughed heartily.

The old man beside him coughed lightly.

Wang Sheng immediately regained his composure.

In public, it's still important to pay attention to one's public image.

"Please note the time; we need to go back for lunch."

"OK".

Wang Ming made a gesture of understanding.

"Young man, don't be arrogant. I, Wang De, am the Fifth Elder of the Wang Family, and I am at the peak of the Seventh Order!"

"So strong? Then please go easy on me."

As Wang Ming finished speaking, he opened his crimson pupils.

The flames swirled around him, their patterns spreading outwards, instantly transforming him into a state of Human-Deity Fusion.

[Flame of Darkness, Blazing Flame, Heaven-Destroying Flame!]

"Not using the Flame Spear?"