8: Chapter 8 Night Raid on the Wang Family

The night was as dark as ink.

In the Wang Family residence of Guangnan City, the lights were ablaze.

Inside the main hall, the Wang Family head, Wang Zhenshan, sat upright in the main seat. His square face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from it.

Before him, Wang Teng knelt on the ground. His shoulders were wrapped in thick bandages, his complexion was as pale as paper, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Trash!"

Wang Zhenshan slammed a palm onto the table, causing the high-quality rosewood table to shatter instantly. "I told you to go test that trash Elder of the Shen Family, and look at you! You come back beaten into this ghostly state!"

Wang Teng shuddered and hurriedly kowtowed. "Father, it is not that your son is incompetent; it is truly because that Fairy Qingyue—"

"Shut up!"

Wang Zhenshan stood up abruptly, the rage in his eyes nearly erupting. "Fairy Qingyue? That top Prodigy of the Southern Territory who disappeared three years ago? Why would she stand up for that trash Shen Qingyuan?"

Wang Teng became anxious. "Father! It is true! Your son saw it with his own eyes!"

He paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "If not for Fairy Qingyue intervening, how could those two pieces of trash from the Shen Family possibly be my match!"

Wang Zhenshan furrowed his brows.

He looked at his son's pale complexion, and the rage in his eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.

Fairy Qingyue? That peerless Genius who emerged three years ago and suppressed all the Prodigies of the Southern Territory single-handedly?

Why would she appear in Guangnan City? Why would she stand up for that trash Shen Qingyuan?

"Shen Qingyuan..." Wang Zhenshan muttered the name, a look of contemplation flashing in his eyes. "The Ninth Elder of the Shen Family, a trash at the sixth level of the Dharma Image Realm, a playboy who spends his days soaking in Yicui Pavilion..."

He truly could not understand how such a person could get involved with Fairy Qingyue.

"Father!" Wang Teng raised his head, his eyes full of unwillingness. "Your son cannot swallow this insult! What is that Shen Qingyuan? Why should Fairy Qingyue be so respectful to him? Your son must—"

"Slap!"

Wang Zhenshan slapped him across the face, stunning him completely.

"Must what?" Wang Zhenshan said coldly. "Who is Fairy Qingyue? She was already a powerhouse in the Huahong Realm three years ago! Who knows which Holy Land she has entered by now; is she someone you can provoke?"

Wang Teng covered his face, not daring to make a sound.

Wang Zhenshan took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart, and said in a low voice, "I will investigate this matter clearly. If that Fairy Qingyue really has a connection with the Shen Family... Hmph, the Shen Family has been far too comfortable these past few years."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Among the five great Families of Guangnan City, the Shen Family had dominated for eight hundred years; it was time for a change.

His Wang Family might just have a chance.

Just at this moment—

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the main hall's door exploded open!

Wood splinters flew everywhere, and dust filled the air!

Wang Zhenshan's pupils shrank, his spiritual power erupted, and he shielded Wang Teng behind him, staring fixedly at the entrance.

"Who is it?!"

Within the dust, a figure slowly walked in.

Black robes, a mask, and an aura perfectly concealed.

Wang Zhenshan furrowed his brows, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

He was a dignified powerhouse at the sixth level of the Dharma Image Realm, yet he could not sense the intruder's cultivation level at all!

"Who are you, Your Excellency? Breaking into my Wang Family in the dead of night, what is your business?"

The figure in black did not speak.

He stopped walking, tilted his head, and seemed to be sizing up Wang Zhenshan.

Wang Zhenshan felt a chill down his spine from being stared at and said in a low voice, "Has my Wang Family offended Your Excellency? If there is anything my Wang Family has done wrong—"

Before he could finish, a fist smashed into his face!

"Bang!"

Wang Zhenshan flew sideways, shattering the screen behind him, smashing through the wall, and rolling all the way to the backyard!

Wang Teng's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned.

What was happening?

His father, a powerhouse at the sixth level of the Dharma Image Realm and a top expert in Guangnan City, had actually been sent flying with a single punch?!

"Father!!!"

He screamed and hurriedly scrambled up to chase after him.

In the backyard.

Wang Zhenshan crawled out from the ruins, half his face swollen like a pig's head, nose bleeding profusely, completely dazed.

A dignified powerhouse of the Dharma Image Realm, beaten like this by one punch?

What kind of joke was this?!

"Bastard!"

He was furious, his spiritual power surging wildly within him. A massive Faxiang phantom condensed behind him—it was a three-zhang tall black tiger with sharp, menacing fangs and soaring Evil Qi!

"Faxiang—Black Tiger Roars at the Heavens!"

Wang Zhenshan roared and threw a punch!

The black tiger phantom behind him roared at the sky, and the fist energy, carrying overwhelming Evil Qi, swept toward the black-clad figure!

This punch had tremendous power!

However—

The black-clad figure did not even dodge.

He simply raised his hand and grabbed it nonchalantly.

"Bang!"

The fist energy exploded, the Evil Qi dissipated, and the three-zhang tall black tiger phantom was actually choked by the black-clad figure with one hand!

"Roar—!"

The black tiger phantom struggled desperately but could not break free from that hand.

Wang Zhenshan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

The Faxiang he had spent two hundred years cultivating was actually... suppressed by one hand?!

This person was definitely not an ordinary Dharma Image Realm powerhouse!

"Who on earth are you?!"

His voice was trembling.

The black-clad figure did not answer.

He simply squeezed his hand.

"Pop!"

The black tiger phantom shattered with a bang, turning into scattered spiritual power that dissipated into the air.

Wang Zhenshan spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.

With his Faxiang destroyed, his cultivation was severely damaged; he wouldn't be able to recover for three to five years!

But he couldn't care about that now; he only wanted to figure out—how had he offended this terrifying existence before him?!

The black-clad figure withdrew his hand and walked slowly toward him.

Wang Zhenshan shuddered and retreated repeatedly. "Your Excellency! Let us talk this over! If I, Wang Zhenshan, have offended you, I am willing to compensate and apologize! Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Techniques—whatever Your Excellency wants, just ask!"

The black-clad figure ignored Wang Zhenshan's pleas.

He walked slowly up to Wang Zhenshan, looking down at the collapsed Wang Family head, his gaze landing on the jade pendant at his waist that faintly shimmered with spiritual light.

A storage Magic Treasure.

Wang Zhenshan followed his gaze, his expression changing drastically, and he instinctively reached out to cover it.

However—

Before his hand was even halfway up, the black-clad figure's hand had already reached out.

He snatched it off with ease.

The jade pendant fell into the black-clad figure's hand.

"No!!!"

Wang Zhenshan's eyes turned red. He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his spiritual power surging, and he lunged with all his might, trying to snatch it back!

That jade pendant contained his entire fortune accumulated over two hundred years!

Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Techniques, Magic Treasures, Spiritual Plants... his entire fortune!

The black-clad figure didn't even glance at him and waved his hand casually.

"Bang!"

Wang Zhenshan flew backward, smashed through another wall, and became embedded in a rockery, with stone debris flying and dust filling the air.

The black-clad figure looked down, turning the jade pendant in his hand, and upon probing with his Divine Thought, he sensed resistance.

He moved his Divine Thought, turning it into a long needle.

He jabbed it fiercely, forcing it inside!

A moment later—

He nodded in satisfaction.

There were indeed many good things inside.

High-Grade Spirit Stones piled up like a small mountain, totaling one hundred thousand; there were also three thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones; dozens of bottles of Medicinal Pills, though of average grade, were numerous; there were also a few Magic Treasures, two thousand-year-old Spiritual Plants, and a pile of Artifact Refining Materials...

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat.

The black-clad figure transferred all the supplies from the jade pendant into a prepared storage Magic Treasure. As for the items that were distinctively from the Wang Family, he did not take a single one.

Although those were also good things, fencing them was too troublesome.

He casually tossed the empty jade pendant back.

The jade pendant hit Wang Zhenshan's face with a "clatter" and bounced onto the ground.

Wang Zhenshan crawled out from the rockery debris, trembling as he picked up his storage jade pendant, and probed it with his Divine Thought—

It was empty.

Completely empty!

Two hundred years of savings, gone in a single night!

"Pfft—!!!"

Wang Zhenshan spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the debris in front of him red. He swayed unsteadily, his vision going black.

After doing all this, the black-clad figure did not look at him again, flashed, and disappeared into the night.

From beginning to end, he had not said a single word.

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