At just twenty-three years old, he had already reached the Seventh Layer of the Qi Refining Realm!
His foundations in every basic discipline were exceptionally solid. The family's ultimate arts, the Willow Catkin Movement Technique and the Profound Origin Sword Art, had both reached the stage of modest accomplishment.
Most carefully groomed direct-line heirs of ninth-rank families were inferior to him.
This showed just how hard Wang Shouyong had worked and struggled.
Unfortunately, there were too many monstrous geniuses in the family. The harder Wang Shouyong worked, the wider the gap seemed to become, leaving him with a deep sense of powerlessness.
With unease in his heart, he entered the courtyard of his fourth brother, Wang Shouzhe.
The courtyard was filled with flowers and plants, vibrant life flourishing everywhere as all manner of exotic blooms vied in beauty.
Such a scene in the early days of spring was exceptionally rare.
A young man of twenty-five or twenty-six lounged in a grand chair beneath the sun, looking utterly at ease as he told stories to the children.
Two children surrounded him.
The older one was a girl of around six or seven, exquisitely pretty as if carved from pink jade, utterly adorable.
The younger was a boy of about four.
He had dragged over a small stool and sat beside him, his tiny body ramrod straight, blinking with his mouth hanging open as though the story had left him dumbstruck.
Seeing that his fourth brother was telling stories to the children, Wang Shouyong did not interrupt and simply waited at the side.
"Father, Zhu Bajie is way too greedy! He eats as much as Big Sister does." The pretty little girl lay in Wang Shouzhe's arms and spoke with a giggle.
"You can't say that about your Sister Lici." Wang Shouzhe