Wang Ningxi fully experienced what it meant to "be reckless for a moment, then face the crematorium afterward."
That Shangguan Yunhong—because Wang Ningxi often accompanied his parents back to the Gongye Clan to visit relatives, he had heard of the man before. He was said to be a Purple Mansion seed of the Shangguan Clan, born with a devouring-type bloodline and specializing in the body-tempering art, the Dragon-Elephant Infinite Art.
Because he cultivated an entire set of horizontal body-tempering techniques, his build was extraordinarily brawny. To this day, he had yet to find a wife. With too much energy to burn, he had spent the past few years challenging experts from all walks of life throughout Guilong City, making quite a name for himself.
The reason Wang Ningxi remembered him so clearly was that he had once heard relatives from the Gongye Clan mention how Shangguan Yunhong, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth in his younger days, had been given a vicious beating by the clan's legendary figure, Great-Aunt Liyao.
Yet he had never imagined that one day, he would have dealings with Shangguan Yunhong.
Looks like he could only raise soldiers to meet soldiers and heap earth against floodwaters. In any case, the family's old ancestor probably would not just stand by and let him get beaten to death, right?
After getting viciously beaten once, Wang Ningxi felt that his mental resilience had suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds. Even his outlook had abruptly opened up—he was ready to smash the jar since it was already broken.
"Let's not talk about that for now." As Wang Ningxi drank coffee, he took the blueprints from his Storage Ring and handed them to Wang Yinglei. "Fifteenth Great-Aunt, please take a look at these drawings. What would be the best