Family Bet!

Since victory was certain, this wasn't gambling—it was giving away money!

Zhang Chen was a fool. Was he trying to make the Zhang Family die even faster?

He was actually volunteering to give the Wang Family a Spiritual Vein and three million Spirit Stones?

Only a fool would refuse such a good deal!

"Good! Since you want to die, then I, this Young Master, will grant your wish!"

Wang Teng was terrified that Zhang Chen might regret it. With a grand sweep of his hand, he immediately pulled out the Family Head Token from his Storage Bag, bit his fingertip, and pressed a Blood Handprint heavily onto the Challenge Letter.

"Three million Spirit Stones, one Second-Rank Spirit Vein, plus ownership of the Spiritual Vein! Whoever reneges will be rejected by the Heavenly Dao and devoured by an Inner Demon!"

Wang Teng viciously tossed the Challenge Letter to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen took the Challenge Letter and, without even looking at it, immediately signed his own name.

Then he pressed down his Blood Handprint as well.

Blood flashed, and the contract was complete.

Now, there was no room for turning back.

"Zhang Yunshan, aren't you going to control that wastrel of a son?"

Below the stage, a clan head from a family friendly with the Zhang Family truly couldn't stand watching any longer.

Unable to hold back, he shouted toward the seat of honor.

Zhang Yunshan opened and closed his mouth, then looked toward the old ancestor sitting in the grand armchair.

Everyone's eyes also turned toward that "old man with one foot in the grave."

As long as the old ancestor spoke, this Family Bet might still be salvaged. After all, Zhang Chen was merely the Young Master and could not represent the highest will of the entire Lineage.

However, a despairing scene unfolded.

Zhang Tianzheng, seated in the place of honor, merely raised his eyelids weakly. His cloudy gaze swept over Zhang Chen.

Then he let out a long sigh.

He trembled as he waved his hand, his voice so feeble it sounded as if his last breath might cut off at any moment. "Cough, cough... Forget it... forget it..."

"This Lineage... will have to be handed over to them sooner or later... Let him do as he pleases..."

After saying this, the old ancestor immediately closed his eyes, leaned against the back of his chair, and stopped moving.

Only his chest continued to heave violently.

This scene caused everyone's hearts to stir.

Could it be that the Zhang Family truly intended to smash the jar and let everything fall apart?

"Hahahaha! Good! What a fine 'let him do as he pleases'!"

Wang Teng burst into laughter. "Since Elder Zhang has said so, then my Wang Family will gladly accept these three million Spirit Stones!"

"We'll meet at the Arena one year from now!"

"When the time comes, I hope you'll have all the Spirit Stones ready. Don't make this Young Master carry too much!"

After saying this, Wang Teng led a group of attendants and swaggered out of the Zhang Family.

As he left, he was brimming with pride.

It was as if he had already seen the Zhang Family's household destroyed and people dead.

With the departure of the Wang Family members, the originally festive Full Moon Banquet also ended hastily amid an extremely strange and oppressive atmosphere.

The guests no longer had any appetite for food and took their leave one after another.

They hurried to spread this shocking news back home so their families could prepare early. After all, once the Zhang Family fell—

The balance of power across the East Mountain Islands would undergo a complete reshuffle.

In less than half a day.

The news that the Young Master of the Zhang Family was a madman and that the Zhang Family was about to decline had spread throughout the entire East Mountain Islands.

The outside world was all waiting to watch the spectacle.

Inside the Zhang Family, however, everyone was gripped by panic.

Deep into the silent night.

In a Secret Chamber deep within the Zhang Family Courtyard, fitted with soundproofing restrictions.

The atmosphere was entirely different from the rumors outside.

There was no gloom or despair in the Secret Chamber.

Instead, it brimmed with indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

The Family Head, Zhang Yunshan; Zhang Yunhai, Zhang Yunwu, Zhang Yuntao; and Lin Qingxue—the absolute core figures of the Zhang Family—all sat around a round table.

Their gazes were fixed on the old man seated at the head.

Where did Zhang Tianzheng still resemble the slightest bit of his feebleness from the day?

He straightened his back.

Holding a cup of Spirit Tea, he sipped it slowly.

Although, to deceive outsiders, his appearance still maintained that illusion of an aged and withered man.

The faint, terrifying aura surrounding him, however, was as deep as an abyss and could not fool anyone.

It was the pressure of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!

And it was not the deathly aura of someone on the verge of death.

It was instead a vigorous vitality like the rising sun!

"Ol... old ancestor... you really..."

Great Elder Zhang Yunhai was so excited that he could barely form his words, his eyes bloodshot.

Although he had made some guesses before.

He had not witnessed it with his own eyes, after all.

Now that he felt the old ancestor's incomparably rich aura.

The great stone weighing on his chest until he could barely breathe had finally shattered.

"Hmph. If I hadn't needed to cooperate with Chen'er and put on this act, I would have slapped that ignorant little bastard who knew nothing of heaven and earth to death long ago."

Zhang Tianzheng set down his teacup, a trace of severity flashing through his eyes. "He dared to act so brazenly in my Zhang Family's main hall. Does he really think my Zhang Family has no one left?"

"Please calm down, old ancestor."

With a smile, Zhang Chen refilled the old ancestor's cup of tea. "That Wang Teng is nothing more than a clown. Keeping him alive is also for the sake of maximizing our gains!"

"If we slapped him to death now, that old fox Wang Lie would certainly retreat into his shell. It would be much harder to find an opportunity like this again!"

Everyone nodded in succession upon hearing this.

This was a gamble worth millions of Spirit Stones!

If it had been them—

Even knowing that the old ancestor had recovered, they probably would not have dared to raise the stakes so heavily.

But this boy had increased the wager without even blinking.

That composure, that calculation...