The Son Appears

After Jia Meng returned to the Jia Meng Family, he went straight back to his room to rest.

As for the Divine Curse Sect's assassination attempt, he knew that Jia Meng Zhengshen would seek justice for him.

As for those who had dared to ambush and assassinate the Jia Meng Family's Divine Son, the Jia Meng Family would certainly make them pay a painful price and show them that the Jia Meng Family was not to be bullied.

However, he still had his doubts as to whether they could truly find the mastermind behind it all.

After all, with an expert of such terrifying strength acting in the shadows, even without a thorough investigation, he could roughly guess who the hidden hand was.

At that time, the other party might use this opportunity to make amends to the Jia Meng Family, while also taking the chance to eliminate the trouble at its roots. That would not be a bad plan.

But Jia Meng had no interest in such scheming. He knew well that in this world, while power was indeed respected, only one's own strength was the foundation for standing firm.

That night, the heads of the major families all gave their clans' strongest younger generation a few instructions.

Jia Meng cultivated quietly at home for several days before an invitation broke that peace.

The three families had jointly organized a grand banquet to deepen the friendship among their younger generations.

As the Jia Meng Family's representative, Jia Meng was naturally the obvious choice to attend. This responsibility was closely related to his identity as the Divine Son, so he naturally could not refuse.

"Jia Meng, at this banquet, you and Wusiwu, the Divine Son of the Wu Family, will undoubtedly be the center of attention.

"At that time, someone may use the banquet to challenge you. You need only do your best." Jia Meng Zhengshen called Jia Meng to his side and said earnestly.

Jia Meng silently mused, Only do my best? It seems the family head does not have much confidence in me.

But he quickly composed himself and answered respectfully, "Family Head, I understand. I will do my utmost."

Jia Meng Zhengshen nodded and slowly said, "Jia Meng, you need not be too burdened.

"Wusiwu possesses the innate talent of the Six Paths, which gives him an enormous advantage in cultivation. Such a genius may only appear once in a century.

"You need only maintain a calm heart and display your own strength."

Jia Meng smiled bitterly inwardly. The family head is giving me a warning in advance, afraid that I'll be unable to accept the blow if I lose later.

However, he did not reveal it and merely replied calmly, "I understand."

"This banquet, along with the previous assassination attempt, is a test for you.

"Wusiwu was also targeted by assassins, though no one knows who was behind it. Therefore, you must display sufficient strength to remain undefeated in this contest.

"Besides Wusiwu, if you encounter young people from the other families, you must give it your all and must not lose." Jia Meng Zhengshen said solemnly.

Jia Meng rolled his eyes inwardly. Family Head, what exactly are you trying to say? One moment you tell me not to push myself too hard, and the next you assign me a task. Have you been under too much pressure lately?

Still, he respectfully replied, "I understand, Family Head."

After giving a few more reminders, Jia Meng Zhengshen sent Jia Meng back to prepare for the banquet.

Wusiwu... I wonder what height you have reached now. I am truly looking forward to this banquet and seeing which of us is stronger. Jia Meng silently anticipated the approaching feast.

Three days later, the banquet was set to be held on a luxurious private island beyond the sea, far from the academy.

The academy's reasoning was perfectly proper: it was inconvenient for students to gather in an ordinary residential area.

However, everyone knew that hidden behind this was the subtle balance among the three families.

Now, both the Jia Meng Family and the Wu Family had Divine Sons beginning to reveal their brilliance, while the academy had fallen behind. Not only had it failed to produce a Divine Son, it had even recently produced a junior with extraordinary innate talent and a powerful Divine Curse ability, making the academy lose face.

Thus, they had deliberately chosen such a remote place, trying to recover a little of their dignity.

With the arrival of the three families' young generations, the small island beyond the sea gradually came alive, like a brilliant pearl rising from the ocean.

When Jia Meng followed the family head into that grand castle, the discussions around them suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's gazes instinctively gathered upon the Jia Meng Family's Divine Son as they carefully examined the highly anticipated youth.

Yet the discussions soon resumed, becoming even louder than before.

"So that is Jia Meng Zhengshen. The youth beside him must be Jia Meng. He does not seem particularly remarkable."

"He merely awakened the Crimson Lotus Divine Body, that is all. His initial strength may be exceptional, but even if he awakened it, what of it? I fear only the Jia Meng Family itself would take him seriously."

"Since he could become the Divine Son, the Jia Meng Family must have its reasons. There must be something extraordinary about him."

"Indeed. His Divine Body's abilities are nearly flawless. It can attack, defend, and heal. One could say it is exceptionally well-rounded, but unfortunately, it cannot last long."

"Look, the Wu Family's Divine Son has arrived as well."

With Wusiwu's arrival, everyone's attention swiftly shifted to him.

His star-like handsome face and that head of white hair made him stand out among the crowd, impossible to overlook even if he wanted to remain low-key.

Meanwhile, under that radiance, Jia Meng appeared even more ordinary.

After Wusiwu caused a stir upon entering, his gaze swept through the crowd before finally settling on Jia Meng, who was looking at him.

The two Divine Sons exchanged a glance through the air. Then Wusiwu calmly passed through the crowded hall and slowly walked toward Jia Meng.

"Hello, Jia Meng! I'm Wusiwu, six years old this year. You're six too, right?" Wusiwu's voice carried a lively enthusiasm.

Jia Meng was slightly stunned before replying, "I'm Jia Meng, six years old this year. Did you need something from me?" Yet inwardly, he muttered, This guy is not a social butterfly, is he?

Wusiwu seemed not to notice Jia Meng's inner thoughts. Smiling, he answered, "Just now, I saw you staring at me. I thought you had something you wanted to say to me."

Jia Meng was speechless inside. So many people were looking at you just now. Why did you come looking for me in particular?

But he politely replied, "Oh, perhaps I accidentally looked in your direction. Sorry for making you misunderstand."

Wusiwu spread his hands and said casually, "It is nothing. Being with those old men is rather dull anyway. Playing with someone our age is more interesting, don't you think?"

Jia Meng was momentarily speechless. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that Wusiwu had already walked past him and begun selecting desserts from the table behind him.

Only then did Jia Meng suddenly realize. So he had not come for me at all. I just happened to be standing by the dessert table. This guy really is a dessert lover. He could not help laughing inwardly.