55: The Dispute Between Prodigal Sons

Kuang Min looked at her father, aggrieved: "Father, I told you long ago that evil deeds are always punished; it is not that retribution won't come, but that the time hasn't arrived yet. You should have long since..."

"Slap!"

Kuang Yuntao struck her face hard with a slap: "Get out! I don't have a daughter like you!"

Kuang Yuntao was deliberately driving his daughter away, but in reality, he was trying to save her life—you saw through this intention at a glance.

"She cannot leave," you said calmly.

Kuang Yuntao's expression darkened, and he roared at his daughter: "Go quickly! I will hold him back!"

Having said that, he suddenly lunged at you with a punch.

Unfortunately, the gap in strength was too great; his resistance was completely useless. You waved your hand casually, and a massive force sent him flying.

Before he could react, you transformed your Qi into a blade, instantly decapitating him.

Kuang Min watched helplessly as her father was killed, falling to her knees and sobbing uncontrollably: "Father..."

After a while, she wiped away her tears, looked at you with a deathly pale face, closed her eyes, and waited for your judgment.

You hesitated for a moment. If you hadn't investigated her character beforehand, you wouldn't have shown any mercy in killing her.

But such a weak woman happened to possess a compassionate heart, which truly made it difficult for you to strike.

Besides, this was only a simulation, so you didn't fear her future retaliation.

"Your father committed countless evil deeds and killed innumerable people; he deserved to die," you said calmly.

"However, seeing that you have always performed good deeds and accumulated merit, I will spare your life this time. But you must atone for his crimes!"

She opened her eyes, her expression dim: "Just kill me."

"If you want to be a compassionate person, you must first have the strength to slay evildoers. Relying on just your mouth, you cannot change anything," you said indifferently.

You continued: "I will give you a chance; you shall become the City Lord of Nanjiang City."

Kuang Min's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Having such a father is not your fault; you do not need to be buried alongside his sins," you continued.

"Now you have two choices: one is to commit suicide, and the second is to become the City Lord." After speaking, you watched her quietly.

"Make me the City Lord? That Drunken Immortal Tower of yours is the largest brothel!" She sneered. "And those industries you took over, which one of them isn't stained with blood..."

You raised your hand to interrupt her: "I am not interested in money; all of these can be shut down. The Drunken Immortal Tower can be converted into a restaurant, and adding some opera performances will suffice."

Kuang Min looked at you and smiled thoughtfully: "Not interested in money? Then do you want to hold power over the world?"

You laughed: "No, I just want to hold my fate in my own hands."

Kuang Min shuddered, and a flash of determination crossed her eyes: "Alright, I will be the City Lord!"

You reminded her: "However, you must think clearly. These industries account for nearly eighty percent of Nanjiang City's commerce and economic revenue. Shutting them all down is equivalent to severing your own Meridians, which might trigger turmoil."

"I suggest you first plan a new industrial zone in the North District, allowing the impoverished commoners to have work to do and food to eat."

"Once the legitimate industries are sufficient to support everyone in the city, it won't be too late for you to forcefully shut down the gambling dens, brothels, money shops, and the Slave Market."

"In addition, I will have Fragrant Lord Qiao assist you. From now on, Nanjiang City is entrusted to you; everything will be decided by you!"

"I hope that in the future, I will be able to see the commoners of Nanjiang City living in peace and prosperity, without the need to lock their doors at night."

Afterward, you returned to the Drunken Immortal Tower and instructed Fragrant Lord Qiao to assist Kuang Min and ensure her safety.

After all, what Kuang Min intended to do would surely offend dozens of upper-class martial arts families in Nanjiang City.

Without sufficient strength, wanting to be a reformer is simply courting death.

Originally, you were unwilling to interfere in Nanjiang City, but the city itself wasn't bad and was suitable for living.

It was a pity that Kuang Yuntao was not a good City Lord; living in this foul, chaotic city, you always felt disgusted.

These trivial matters were too exhausting, and you naturally didn't want to do them—so you had no choice but to find a suitable person to be the City Lord.

In the second month,

As you expected, Kuang Tianyou came to Nanjiang City to investigate the cause of his father's death, and this time he brought Wu Bin along.

You knew that Fragrant Lord Qiao could not defeat Kuang Tianyou and Wu Bin, so you also rushed to the City Lord's Mansion.

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Kuang Tianyou's furious shout rang out: "Kuang Min, how dare you kill your father and usurp the position! Are you not afraid that the Emperor will execute your entire clan?!"

Wu Bin also said coldly: "Who gave you permission to be the City Lord? This is treason, do you know that!"

Kuang Min replied with a straight face: "Please leave immediately; Nanjiang City does not welcome you."

Just then, your cold voice came from outside—

"Since you've already come, you still want to leave? All of you, stay here for me!"

The four people in the hall looked at you as you walked in, their expressions all different.

Fragrant Lord Qiao was the first to cup her hands and salute: "Pavilion Master!"

Kuang Min's face turned pale; she knew that her brother was likely going to be in big trouble today.

In fact, she had tried to persuade Kuang Tianyou for a long time, but he wouldn't listen to a single word.

"You are the Pavilion Master of Fengyun Pavilion?" Wu Bin glanced at you, his tone disdainful.

You couldn't even be bothered to look at him, raising your hand and pressing it downward—

"Hum!"

A burst of pressure forced the two of them to their knees.

Kuang Tianyou was terrified and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Senior, why are you attacking us?"

"Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?!" Wu Bin was still shouting.

Upon hearing this, you became interested instead and asked with a deliberate smile: "Oh? Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Bin, and Marquis Wu is my uncle!" Wu Bin shouted loudly.

You smiled and turned to Fragrant Lord Qiao: "Send a message to Marquis Wu and tell him that his nephew, Wu Bin, has been killed by me."

After speaking, you waved your hand—your Qi condensed into a sharp blade, instantly slicing off Wu Bin's head.

Wu Bin's head rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide open, looking as if he couldn't believe it.

Kuang Tianyou was completely stunned; his heart pounded like a drum, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even speak.

Only then did he understand why his sister had been urging him to leave Nanjiang City quickly.

He looked at you, trembling and stuttering: "Senior, I... I haven't done anything wrong, have I? Please spare my life!"

You asked with a smile: "I heard that you used to be the number one prodigal of Nanjiang City?"

Kuang Tianyou looked at you, bewildered: "Then... am I? Or am I not?"

The corners of your mouth curled up: "What a coincidence, I am the number one prodigal of Longyang Town."

"Then... am I not?" Kuang Tianyou asked cautiously.

"Nanjiang City is a nice place; I plan to stay here for a while," you said again.

Kuang Tianyou couldn't understand what you were saying at all and looked blank.

You continued: "Therefore, there can only be one prodigal, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go get reincarnated first."

"Ah?!" Kuang Tianyou opened his mouth wide.

You waved your hand, a cold light flashed, and his head flew high into the air, eventually rolling onto the ground, his face still wearing a bewildered expression of not having reacted yet.

Kuang Min covered her mouth, a tear sliding down, and glared at you fiercely.

You, however, looked at her with a grin: "Your brother certainly didn't hold back in contributing ideas and lending a hand for all the bad things your father did, did he?"

"I, this prodigal from Longyang Town, have never killed anyone in the town. Your brother is the true 'prodigal'," you continued.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you suddenly felt that you had spoken incorrectly.

Because the you from before had no strength at all.

With strength, conflicts are inevitable.

And the best way to resolve conflicts is to make the opponent disappear completely.

If you were still that piece of trash at the Early Stage of Body Tempering, I'm afraid others wouldn't even be interested in dealing with you.