Seeking Relatives, Cousin

"Invincible War God!" Having been in contact with the circle of Martial Artists for some time now, the families naturally understood the significance of an Invincible War God, and they were all deeply shocked.

"That's right, all of us here have the strength of Invincible War Gods, though Brother Ping is the strongest among us. Plus, Brother Ping is an Inspector for the Limit Martial Arts Hall, even if he doesn't handle the day-to-day affairs," Li Zhongyun chimed in from the side.

"Inspector? How high of a rank is an Inspector?" It was clear this touched upon a blind spot in their knowledge.

"Well... how should I put it? An Inspector is considered one of the highest echelons of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, usually held by those who have reached the Beyond War God-level. Brother Ping is just such a monster that he became an Inspector while still at the War God-level," Li Ze couldn't help but remark.

"Let's put it this way: even though Brother Ping doesn't have a specific post right now, every faction in the world has to give him some face. His implicit power is actually massive," Jiang Yang added.

The conversation during the banquet allowed the families to fully grasp just how impressive their children had become.

Back home, Tang Ping noticed that Tang Rong had been hesitating to speak several times on the way, as if he had something on his mind but didn't know how to bring it up. He decided to ask directly, "Dad, is there something you want to tell me? If there is, just say it."

"Uh..." Tang Rong hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Xiao Ping, there is something I want to ask for your help with, but I don't know if it would be too much trouble."

"Dad, tell me first. If it's something I can do, I definitely will. If I can't do it now, I'll do it as soon as I'm able," Tang Ping said confidently.

Tang Rong's eyes dimmed as he began to reminisce: "Your mother and I both lived through the Grand Nirvana period. Back then, we were both young. When we were fleeing, we could barely look after ourselves; who had the time to search for relatives? Once everything stabilized, we lived in low-rent housing. We had neither the time nor the money to look for the family members we'd lost."

"I see... Do you and Mom have any general impressions? For example, you should at least remember the names of our relatives, and roughly where they were when the Grand Nirvana broke out," Tang Ping asked after some thought.

If there were some screening criteria, the probability of finding them would undoubtedly be much higher and faster.

"I do remember that. My mother—your grandmother—was named Luo Hongqin. When the Grand Nirvana broke out, she was taking my younger brother to Tianjin City for a trip. I didn't go because I had to attend make-up classes at school, and your grandfather stayed behind to keep me company. Unfortunately..." Tang Rong's mood was clearly downcast as he spoke, and Tang Ping knew the reason why.

However, he was currently preoccupied with the name Tang Rong had just mentioned.

Luo Hongqin? Could it really be such a coincidence? I remember that in the original story, Luo Feng's family had a similar search-for-relatives plot, and the relative they found was also named Luo Hongqin—Luo Feng's great-aunt, Tang Ping muttered to himself. Besides, I previously lied to the brothers, saying I might have relatives in Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Base City, using that as an excuse to go there and bind Luo Feng as my tool. Now it seems my excuse has actually become reality?

If that's the case, then City Lord Luo is my cousin? Damn, that makes me feel bad about continuing to exploit him, Tang Ping sighed to himself, resting his forehead in his hand.

Before this, in order to minimize changes to the original plot and maximize his own benefits, he had set the lowest reward distribution ratio for City Lord Luo.

But if City Lord Luo were his cousin, it would be a bit awkward to keep doing that. Still, it didn't matter; with the system in hand, he wasn't afraid of how the world line might change (so, as you all know, the world line will deviate significantly from the original story later on).

Patiently listening to his parents recount the information about their potentially surviving relatives, Tang Ping gave them his firm word that he would do his best to find them.

With a clear goal, the next steps were simple.

Early the next morning, Tang Ping took a smart fighter jet alone to Tianjin City in the Kyoto Base City.

After revealing his identity, he easily received the full cooperation of the government departments, and the results came out quickly: this Luo Hongqin was indeed Tang Rong's mother, and his own grandmother.

Having obtained the results, Tang Ping did not rush to meet her to acknowledge the kinship. After all, he had no memories of his grandmother, Luo Hongqin; he had only just learned the name from his father, Tang Rong, so he naturally felt no emotional attachment.

Compared to Luo Hongqin, Tang Ping was actually more interested in his cousin, "Luo Feng." After all, he was the Son of the Plane in this world, and Tang Ping admired his character. He was also the most important "tool" in his plan.

He took the smart fighter jet to Yangzhou City in the Jiangnan Base City, went through the motions of having local departments search the old records, and confirmed that Luo Feng's family were indeed his relatives. Even then, Tang Ping did not go to see Luo Hongguo and his family directly, but instead returned home to the South China Base City.

"Dad, the information you gave was very accurate. I found Grandma and the others very easily. My uncle is still alive, he's married and has a pair of twins. Also, I happened to find another branch of the family—your uncle's child, Luo Hongguo. His family is currently living in Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Base City, which is quite close to us," Tang Ping said, breaking the good news to Tang Rong, who had been waiting anxiously.

"Oh? Really? That's wonderful! When can I go over to see them?" Tang Rong jumped up from his chair, asking with great urgency.

"Whenever you want," Tang Ping replied with a smile.

"Call your mother, we're leaving right now," Tang Rong clearly didn't want to wait another second.

Inside a residential complex.

Ding-dong... Ding-dong...

Tang Ping and his parents stood at the gate of a townhouse courtyard, his father, Tang Rong, pressing the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened. An elderly woman with graying hair stood inside, looking at Tang Rong in shock, her hands trembling with excitement.

"Mom!"

With a cry filled with longing, Tang Rong rushed forward and hugged the old woman.

"Xiao Rong, it really is my Xiao Rong. You're still alive... You really are still alive. I never expected to see my Xiao Rong again before I died," the old woman was clearly overwhelmed, reaching out with thin, withered hands to hold Tang Rong tightly.

"Brother?"

At this moment, Tang Cheng, who had been busy with something inside, heard the unusual cry at the door. He rushed over to see the heart-wrenching scene of mother and son reunited after a long separation. Although the two brothers had been separated since childhood, they shared a deep bond and still remembered each other's general appearance, so there was one more person joining the emotional embrace.