124: Chapter 124 The Wang Family Demands Justice

"Right, that's why we won't show our faces ourselves."

Wang Shouren's lips curled up slightly, his smile carrying a hint of coldness and a touch of certainty.

"What if this intelligence wasn't provided by the Wang Family, but bought by the Yan Family themselves from a Loose Cultivator using a Spirit Stone?"

Wang Yaozu suddenly slapped the table, startling the teacup into leaping three times.

He paced back and forth in the hall twice, pacing faster and faster, before suddenly stopping, turning around, and flashing a brilliant light in his eyes.

"Good! Good! Good! With this move of killing with a borrowed knife, even the knife was bought with his own money."

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong could never have dreamed in his wildest dreams that the intelligence he spent a fortune buying was prepared by us for him."

"We gave him the evidence, but whether this evidence is true or false is entirely up to us to decide."

Wang Shouren stood up, standing opposite his father. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as hard as iron.

"As long as we make him believe this evidence is real, he will hold this pile of fake evidence and go to the Spirit Sword Sect to file a complaint."

"When he complains before the Criminal Hall of the Spirit Sword Sect, we will dismantle the evidence he submitted right in front of the inspector."

"By then, falsely accusing another Family of extermination and deceiving the superior sect—he brought this crime upon himself with his own hands."

"The Yan Family lifted a rock only to drop it on their own feet."

Wang Yaozu muttered it again, the brilliance in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"This is a good opportunity. If we can take this chance to bring down the Yan Family in one fell swoop, our Wang Family can truly sit on the throne of the master of the Three Counties—from then on, within these Three Counties, no one will ever be able to shake the Foundation of the Wang Family."

He paced back and forth twice, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and began to deduce further along Wang Shouren's train of thought.

"If this strategy really works, the Yan Family falsely accusing our Wang Family is secondary; more importantly, they deceived the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Deceiving the superior sect is no small matter, but wanting to completely break the spine of the Yan Family because of this probably lacks a bit of heat."

"That old fox Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong is not Ning Shengli; he always leaves three tenths of leeway when doing things."

"Even if the false accusation is verified, the Yan Family will be willing to pay some price—confiscating a few properties, paying a sum of Spirit Stones, and handing over a few scapegoats will appease the anger of the Spirit Sword Sect."

"They won't even need to disturb the Golden Core Old Ancestor who truly manages things in the Spirit Sword Sect. As long as the arriving inspector mediates from the middle, and the Yan Family offers a generous gift, the big matter will be reduced to a small matter, and the small matter to nothing."

"Then let's blow the matter up." Wang Shouren met his father's gaze and said word by word.

"Make it known to everyone, make it so that even if the Spirit Sword Sect wants to reduce a big matter to a small one, they can't."

"Make all the Loose Cultivators in the Three Counties know what the Yan Family has done, and put the inspector of the Spirit Sword Sect on the spot."

Wang Yaozu was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to signal him to stop for a moment, his tone growing a bit more cautious.

"Although what you said is reasonable, it involves too much. A slight misstep would be courting disaster. Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

A moment later, Wang Yaozu and Wang Chongyang walked into the study together.

The old man was still wearing that washed-out gray Daoist robe, his expression showing neither joy nor anger. Only after listening to Wang Shouren re-narrate the strategy discussed by the father and son earlier, he remained silent for a long time.

Outside the bamboo building, it was gradually growing brighter, and the sound of birdsong faintly came from the distant mountains, completely out of tune with the heavy atmosphere in the study.

"Shouren's strategy is too dangerous." Wang Chongyang finally spoke, his aged voice as steady as a boulder, "But it is also vicious. If it really succeeds, the Yan Family will never be able to turn things around."

He paused and slowly said.

"However, this old man believes that the best defense is always offense. Rather than giving the Yan Family a chance to splash dirty water, it is better not to let them have the chance to speak from the very beginning—set the tone first."

"As long as we can beat the Yan Family to it and make the incoming envoy of the Spirit Sword Sect preemptively conclude that the Wang Family is wronged, subsequent matters will be much easier to handle."

"If it truly comes to a last resort, using some means is not out of the question."

"As long as the people coming from the Spirit Sword Sect are not so strong-willed, it is acceptable to give up some profits—even if we toss out a few years of profits like a hot potato, we must make the Yan Family move from the position of the strongest Family in Funiu County."

Wang Yaozu and Wang Shouren looked at each other and cupped their fists simultaneously, "Everything is up to Sixth Grandpa to decide."

...

Yang Zhenghua's face was as pale as pale could be.

He stared fixedly at Wang Chongyang's hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, yet he couldn't say a single word.

The two Foundation Establishment elders behind him also had livid faces and moving lips, but ultimately uttered no sound.

"This old thing, could he really dare to crush the Divine Soul of this Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong right in front of us?"

Wang Chongyang looked down at his palm with gratification.

"Not a loss?"

He glanced intentionally or unintentionally toward the crowd of the Wang Family, the corners of his mouth slightly curving into an almost imperceptible arc, his lips moving to silently speak a few words.

In the crowd, Wang Shouren clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Originally, the plan he had discussed with his father and Sixth Grandpa was merely to cede some benefits, handle the Yan Family's false accusation impartially, and let the inspector of the Spirit Sword Sect uphold justice for the Wang Family.

Who would have thought that the coming envoy turned out to be Yang Zhenghua—this person had no intention of handling the case impartially at all, slapping labels on the Wang Family right off the bat without giving even a chance to argue.

Sixth Grandpa was driven to a dead end, forcing him to burn out his Lifespan and trade life for life.

"Sixth Grandpa, it was I who harmed you." He muttered in his heart, his throat feeling as if it were blocked by something, his eye sockets so sore and stinging he could barely keep them open.

If not for his insistence on destroying the Yan Family, if not for him deducing the plan so meticulously, Sixth Grandpa could have quietly lived out his final few years.

"Silly child, don't cry." Wang Chongyang's voice suddenly rang in his Sea of Consciousness, aged and gentle, completely different from the resolute determination when he crushed the Divine Soul just moments ago.

"What Grandpa cannot let go of is you. You are Grandpa's pride. After Grandpa leaves, you and your dad will have to rely on yourselves to prop up this Family."

The thunderous light all over Wang Shouren surged uncontrollably, crimson-gold electric arcs spreading from his fists to his arms, scorching a patch of charred marks on his cuffs.

Wang Yaowu, standing beside him, instinctively pressed down on his sword hilt, looking at him with worry.

Yang Zhenghua suddenly frowned, his Divine Sense capturing a trace of extremely faint thunder power.

Although that thunder power was suppressed extremely low and faint, it carried a sharpness that made even him involuntarily feel a sense of vigilance.

"Among these people, there is a thunder cultivator, and it is a thunder cultivator in comprehending thunder-attribute magic power who is no weaker than Tian Zhen, the Personal Disciple of our Spirit Sword Sect!"

He looked in the direction of that fluctuation, his gaze passing over the crowd of the Wang Family, just about to fall on the head-lowered young man in white within the crowd.

Wang Yaozu moved half a step without changing his expression, blocking the front of Yang Zhenghua's line of sight, while simultaneously transmitting his voice into Wang Shouren's ears, strict and unquestionable.

"Shouren, calm down. Your Sixth Grandpa is fighting with his life for the Wang Family. If you expose yourself, everything he did today will go down the drain."

Wang Shouren took a deep breath, the thunder light around his body slowly retracting into his body, but the anger in the bottom of his heart was burning brighter and brighter, like magma compressed under a volcanic crater, ready to erupt at any time.