"I've awakened four segments of witch power. I think I can become the village chief!"
Zhang Yang deliberately shouted in a booming voice at the entrance to the village chief's elders' courtyard.
This was the center of the village, and it should also have been the widest and wealthiest place in the entire village. Thanks to having produced four village chiefs and three elders, this family's status had already approached that of minor nobility.
In the enormous courtyard, the fifty or sixty people holding a banquet all turned their heads in unison, then looked toward the seat of honor in unison as well. Sitting there were Xing Lang, the current chief of Wolf Village; the current chief's father—the former chief, who was also the Witch Incantation Elder; and, of course, the current chief's treasured son, the foremost genius of Wolf Village's new generation and future little chief, Xing Ba.
After a brief, awkward silence, the entire courtyard erupted in raucous laughter. Everyone laughed so hard they rocked back and forth, exaggerating it to the point that they could not even speak and could only pound the tables desperately, as though they had to laugh like this to show how wise they were and how hilarious the matter was.
A full five seconds later, the future little chief stepped forward. He was a Xing Clan youth who was neither arrogant nor spoiled. A smile rested on his face, as though he had seen his own brother.
"Xing Bu, the fact that you can appear here wearing Uncle Xing Yu's Earth Armor means you already have the qualifications to inherit this armor. You're certain to have a place among the village's Earth Warriors. Why not sit down and drink to your heart's content with us?"
"No. I only want to be the