Anyone who had any understanding of Chen Yang's style knew that once he decided to make a move himself, the Wang Family would lose at least a layer of skin.
「At this moment, in the Wang Family residence」
After a night of discussion, the Wang Family decided to host a Treasure Weapon exhibition. With the Wang Family's substantial influence in Cangyun City, they invited the top families, high-ranking individuals, notable Fist Masters, and even some smiths.
A Treasure Weapon had appeared. This was like a windfall for the Wang Family. Since they had never seen one before, they wanted to use the exhibition to determine its authenticity.
As soon as the news broke, many were astonished and eagerly accepted the invitations, hoping to witness the Treasure Weapon's splendor. Even those not invited began pulling strings, hoping for an opportunity to attend the event.
After all, no one could contain their longing for a Treasure Weapon.
As for how the weapon came into their possession, everyone tacitly avoided the subject. In any case, the Treasure Weapon was now the property of the Wang Family.
The joy of acquiring the Treasure Weapon completely washed away the frustration Wang Teng felt from his recent disgrace. From another perspective, isn't this a blessing in disguise?
When Wang Teng was reassured by the Family Head that the Treasure Weapon would become his personal sword, all the depression and frustration bottled up inside him were swept away in an instant.
The happiest of all was Wang Qing, who laughed heartily. "My son is a man of great fortune! Now, with a Treasure Weapon by his side, his superiority over his contemporaries is set in stone."
"Given time, he will be the most remarkable and dazzling figure of this era."
Wang Teng was full of spirit, his pride impossible to suppress. He was so lost in his own fantasies that he completely forgot how Qin Hao had slapped him across the face yesterday, almost beating him to a pulp.
"I, Wang Teng, am destined not to disappoint my father or my family's high expectations!" Wang Teng roared with laughter.
"Very good!"
Wang Qing clapped him on the shoulder, his eyes shining with joy, yet also flickering with a piercing killing intent.
"He should be dealt with as soon as possible," Wang Qing said.
The surrounding Wang Family members nodded in agreement.
"He may have some background, but people from the Biluo Sword Valley will be arriving soon. Even if killing him brings trouble to our door, how much of a stir can he cause with my senior brothers supporting us?" Wang Teng said, standing tall with an arrogant expression.
"That makes sense."
"I agree. We should do as Wang Teng suggests."
The others nodded in assent.
"Hmph!" Wang Qing sneered. "That clueless piece of trash dares to disgrace the Wang Family. If we don't kill him, won't people think the Wang Family is an easy target?"
Throughout all of Cangyun City, his Wang Family was a high-profile presence, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. They had clearly overthought things back then; otherwise, how could that piece of trash have lived until today?
The more he thought about it, the angrier Wang Qing became, the murderous intent in his heart threatening to erupt.
Ultimately, he decided to handle the matter personally. He gathered a dozen of the clan's experts to eliminate Qin Hao directly, without informing the Family Head.
...
The area surrounding the Wang Family's residence grew extremely lively, with crowds of people and a convergence of luxury carriages.
At the same time, under Qin Hao's guidance, Chen Yang arrived before the Wang Family's residence, a grand estate as magnificent as a royal palace. Everywhere his gaze landed bespoke luxury and nobility.
"As expected of a wealthy family's mansion," Chen Yang said, a faint smile playing on his lips. Prompted by Yang Hu, he turned his head to look at a spot not far to the side.
A young woman was out shopping with her friend, while a sharply dressed young man stood nearby, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
What's Xiaoni doing here?
Chen Yang grinned and gave a small wave. Qin Mo, who had been browsing, turned around instinctively. When her eyes fell on Chen Yang, her bright gaze lit up with surprise. "Oh my god, you're here too?!"
She put down her things and ran toward Chen Yang.
The sharply dressed young man standing by watched this happen, and for some unknown reason, a nameless anger surged in his heart. As he followed, he asked with some displeasure, "Who is he?"
Qin Mo ignored him. She crossed the street and intimately linked her arm with Chen Yang's, cooing, "Brother-in-law, what a coincidence."
The young man, whose name was Wang Chun, didn't hear what Qin Mo called Chen Yang. His eyes darkened, and he quickened his pace.
Who is this guy? He looks like a complete pauper.
Wang Chun walked up to them and emphatically reminded Qin Mo, "Xiaomo, you're a rising star in the music world right now. You must choose your friends wisely. Don't let people with ulterior motives take advantage of you, especially those who look deceptively honest."
The barb in his words was unmistakable.
After speaking, he feigned politeness and introduced himself. "I am the second young master of the Wang Family. Wang Teng is my cousin, and he's considered a standout among the younger generation."
"And you are...?"
Chen Yang glanced at him, an eyebrow slightly raised.
Before Chen Yang could speak, Wang Chun continued, "It doesn't matter. You don't look like you come from a prominent family, so it makes no difference whether I know you or not."
"Xiaomo, let's go. The guests have almost all arrived. You'll have to sing a few more songs later." Wang Chun was puffed up with arrogance, acting as if he were superior to everyone.
"You came to..."
Before Chen Yang could finish his question, Qin Mo nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes! I took a gig to sing a few songs for the Wang Family."
As she spoke, Qin Mo leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and whispered, "Brother-in-law, I don't know this guy at all. He's so annoying."
"He really is quite annoying," Chen Yang remarked, glancing at Wang Chun.
Hearing this, Wang Chun immediately flew into a rage and scoffed, "Who are you calling annoying? For someone like me to deign to speak with a wretch like you is an honor your ancestors could have only dreamed of."
CLANG!
The moment he finished speaking, a longsword was suddenly drawn from its sheath and plunged into the ground right in front of him.
Startled, Wang Chun instinctively stumbled back a few steps.
Only then did Chen Yang turn his full attention to him, a playful smile curling on his lips. "Take this sword back to the head of your family and ask him if he recognizes it."
Wang Chun was completely dumbfounded. What is wrong with this guy, telling me to take a sword back?
Then, as he got a clear look at the longsword, which measured over one and a half meters, he froze. A terrible premonition began to bloom in his heart.
"Isn't... Isn't this the Traveling Dragon Sword?" Wang Chun murmured to himself. He and Su Ling moved in the same circles and he'd seen this sword before, so it was familiar.
But this sword later...
Chen Yang smiled. "Can you guess who I am?"
BUZZ.
That single sentence was enough to make Wang Chun's scalp crawl and his soul practically flee his body.
This sword later became the personal weapon of the Former Supreme Martial Commander, Chen Yang.
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