Rong City.
Azure Pharmaceutical Group, usually called Azure Group.
Every martial artist in all of Great Xia had used Azure Group's Azure Potions.
As the first group in Great Xia to develop potions that boosted vitality, calling them rich enough to rival a nation would not be an exaggeration.
The entire Azure Group was controlled by a single family.
That family was surnamed Meng.
Because the Meng Family possessed True King bloodline, like every family with a True King level bloodline.
The younger generation's cultivation resources were allocated based on whether they had awakened their bloodline and the degree of that awakening.
Nearly three years ago, something major happened in the Meng Family.
It had nearly turned the entire Meng Family upside down.
A genius with bloodline purity above eighty had nearly been killed by a pair of siblings.
Because of that incident, many people mocked the Meng Family, saying the family was divided.
In the end, the Meng Family's True King, who usually stayed out of everything, came out of seclusion and settled the matter.
Nearly twenty people stood there, each wearing a different expression.
A blond youth stood arrogantly behind a man.
Meng Shizhang could not understand why they had gathered most of the Lineage members who had activated their bloodlines.
Only those who activated their bloodlines could become the core members of a True King family.
The last time so many people had gathered was because of the matter between him and Meng Tian.
Thinking of Meng Tian, he could not help but laugh. He was nothing but a clown.
If not for that good older sister of his, Meng Shizhang would definitely have avenged the humiliation from back then.
Thinking of that woman, Meng Shizhang felt somewhat wary.
For the past two years, he had been trying to catch up to her, yet always fell just short.
But as for Meng Tian, he did not care in the slightest.
Could Meng Tian have activated his bloodline?
Meng Shizhang thought of a possibility. Perhaps it really was possible.
He remembered what Meng Tian had said when he left.
If he activated his bloodline, he would gather everyone together at the first opportunity.
"Dad, did Meng Tian activate his bloodline?"
The middle-aged man seated beside him gave a grunt.
"Yes. He sent the message himself, saying he wanted to make you pay the price."
Meng Shizhang was stunned for two seconds, then laughed aloud.
"He wants me to pay the price? My Bloodline Purity is as high as 82.22. Does he really think he's his sister?"
"Watch your mouth. Don't forget how I usually taught you: even with a little achievement, you cannot become arrogant."
Meng Shizhang flicked his golden hair in extreme displeasure.
This was not arrogance. It was confidence.
He had the second-highest activated bloodline in the entire Lineage. Other than Meng Tian's sister, who else could compare to him?
He had strength and still had to be humble? He did not have that habit.
Even if Meng Tian activated his bloodline, his purity could not possibly be higher than Meng Shizhang's.
They waited quietly.
A few minutes later.
Meng Tian was still wearing a training uniform, his face full of excitement.
Today, he could finally do the thing he had dreamed of doing.
Damn it, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
Meng Tian rubbed the scar on his face. It was time for it to appear on someone else's face.
He turned his head to look at the woman beside him, half a head shorter than him and with her face covered.
The moment he entered Meng Family Hall, Meng Tian spotted that head of blond hair standing nearby.
Almost three years had passed, and he was still such a show-off.
Ignoring everyone else's gazes.
Meng Tian had no interest in playing hypocritical games with this crowd and directly roared.
"You, the one whose stomach got bloated from eating too much shit—I've wanted you dead for a long time."
"Come over here and fulfill your promise."
As soon as those words came out.
Most of those present frowned. They had not expected that after more than two years, Meng Tian's temperament had not been tempered at all and had instead become even more unruly.
Some people also sensed that something was off.
Back then, Meng Tian had left home after making a bet with Meng Shizhang. Every Meng Family member knew about it.
And in order to win that bet, Meng Shizhang had spent a huge sum to make everyone at Wind Thunder Martial Hall who had mastered the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level refuse to teach Meng Tian.
They were not fools. Seeing Meng Tian act so arrogantly, there had to be some possibility.
Could his bloodline purity have exceeded eighty after awakening?
Meng Shizhang could no longer keep his composure. Meng Tian had cursed him the moment he arrived.
He was not some mild-mannered gentleman. Otherwise, he would not have pinned Meng Tian down back then and cut a scar across his face.
But this was Meng Family Hall, a place meant for discussing major matters.
"Meng Tian, all you have is that little advantage of a sharp tongue."
Meng Tian gave a cold laugh. Instead of saying more, he took out his phone.
He had learned that one must first stand on the moral high ground.
"My mouth is filthy. So what?"
"I also want you to listen to something."
Meng Shizhang frowned, the anger in his heart seeming to be suppressed.
He wanted to see what trick Meng Tian was trying to pull.
"Meng Tian, you only have a good sister. Today, I'll let you know what it means for fists to rule."
"..."
"Meng Tian, how is it? Does it hurt? Are you angry? Is that useful? You're nothing but orphan siblings with no father or mother to back you up, yet you still dare curse at me like that!"
"Parents who died as martyrs? What fucking use are they? Aren't you still pinned beneath me? If you've got what it takes, make those dead parents of yours come back to help you! Hahaha..."
"You bastard, sooner or later I'll kill you..."
The recording was very short, only a few minutes.
Originally, none of the Meng Family's core members had thought it was much of an issue.
But when they heard Meng Shizhang insult Meng Tian and his sister's parents, everyone's expressions changed at once.
Some leisurely arranged themselves into position, ready to watch the drama unfold.
Others frowned, their gazes toward Meng Shizhang turning cold.
Meng Shizhang covered his face and stared blankly at his father.
He had never been hit from childhood until now.
"Dad, why did you hit me? Wasn't I telling the truth?!"
Meng Tian sneered coldly. Hanging around Brother Xu really did teach him things.
Suddenly, he felt someone tugging on his ear.
"Ah, ah, ah... Sis, what are you doing?! It hurts, it hurts..."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Enduring the pain, Meng Tian patted his chest.
"This is between men! I don't need you to interfere!"
Beside him, a trace of heartache flashed through Meng Yun's eyes.
She had known something was wrong. With Meng Tian's lazy temperament, how could he have been so desperate to learn the Wind Thunder Fist?
Before he played the recording, she had thought it was merely a clash of youthful pride.
Now, Meng Yun felt that even killing Meng Shizhang would not be too much.
For one's children, there were things one had to do.
Meng Tian pulled a rusty pair of scissors from his pocket.
Three years ago, he had soaked them in a cesspit, only taking them out after a full three years.
"Oh, right. There's one more thing I need to make clear."
"Back then, everyone knew about the bet I made with this shit-eater who ate until his stomach burst, right?"
"If I activated my bloodline and its purity exceeded eighty, he would let me slash his face to ribbons."
"And he had to kneel and kowtow to apologize to me. Everyone heard that back then, didn't you?"
Meng Shizhang was completely panicking now. No matter what, he had never expected Meng Tian to have recorded it.
At this point, the only thing he could still struggle over was praying that Meng Tian's bloodline purity had not exceeded eighty.
"Meng Tian, it's impossible for your bloodline purity to exceed eighty."
Meng Tian smiled faintly and gave a number.
"I remember that after you activated your bloodline and trained for one day, your vitality was 77.44."
"Sorry, I just activated mine, and my vitality is 77.85."
Meng Shizhang panicked. How could he possibly forget that number?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! There's no way your vitality reached 77.85 right after activating your bloodline!"
"There's no way you trained the Wind Thunder Fist to the Sixth Level. Hardly anyone at Wind Thunder Martial Hall was willing to spend the time training the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level."
"Only the Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level could possibly help you activate your bloodline."
In Meng Tian's mind flashed that bolt of thunder in the Training Room at Yunshui Second High School.
"Sorry, not only am I more handsome than you, my luck is better too. I met a handsome guy about as handsome as me."
He was not an idiot. Why would he say Brother Xu's name and bring trouble to Brother Xu?
"Big sis, do it. Hold him down, and I'll deal with him."
Meng Shizhang flew into a rage.
"You dare!"
The next moment, a slender figure appeared before him, and he met a pair of icy eyes.
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