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Since I am strong enough, it is only natural for me to destroy your Wang family. The world is a dog-eat-dog world where only the fittest survive. So why are you acting crazy?
Of course, Wang Ai had a lot to say, and his reasons were enough to deceive himself.
Why? Because the world is inherently unfair.
Because my family is nobler than you peasants.
Because there is no justice in the world.
Because I am the head of the Wang family, my great-grandson Wang Bing was born superior to others.
If he wants Feng Hou Qi Men, I should give him Feng Hou Qi Men; if he wants Qi Ti Yuan Liu, I should give him Qi Ti Yuan Liu.
He can kill whoever he wants. I want to destroy Wudang. Wudang should obediently offer their necks for slaughter. What right do you lowly people have to resist?
Humans are born unequal. So what if you have great cultivation? Why don't you just obediently accept your death?
Even until her death, Wang Ai will never repent.
"I just lost, I did nothing wrong..."
Wang Ai had a lot to say.
But Lu Xuan didn't want to hear his answer.
He nailed Wang Ai's soul here not so that she would kneel down and repent like an anime protagonist, and then go through the three-part routine of bowing, shedding tears, and apologizing.
It wasn't meant to make Wang Ai realize his mistakes after his death.
He was only doing this to torment Wang Ai.
Now it's finally coming to an end after seven days of torture!
"Wang Ai, I'm not here to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, I'm here to destroy the Wang family!"
Lu Xuan smiled lightly, but it sent a chill down Wang Ai's spine, leaving only her soul. Endless fear overwhelmed Wang Ai's thoughts.
At this moment, Lu Xuan was far more terrifying to him than ghosts and demons.
Lu Xuan flicked his finger, and a sword light flew towards the sky, then exploded with a bang in the dark clouds that had accumulated to their maximum.
Rain poured down from the sky.
Amidst the astonished and shocked gazes of the many awakened members of the Wang family, and under the utterly despondent look in Wang Ai's eyes.
Lu Xuan's figure slowly appeared before the Wang family members.
“I said I would make you watch the Wang family perish, and I will never go back on my word.”
Wang Ai's last remaining "thoughts" were completely swallowed up by despair.
The entire Wang family was "awakened" from the torrential rain.
[Failure Diary]
By the way, if I start updating three chapters a day from next month...
[Will this make my readers forget that I actually owe five more chapters?]
[They're plotting loudly.]
Chapter 168: We might as well die together, but we can't let Lu Xuan get away with it.
"Not good! Not good!"
In the pouring rain, a young master of the Wang family rushed into the Wang family compound in a panic, shouting at the Wang family members who had been "awakened".
"All the major powers, including Na Du Tong, the Lu family, the Lü family, and Jianghu Xiaozhan, have arrived and completely surrounded us..."
Upon entering the courtyard, the young master of the Wang family abruptly stopped speaking.
All eyes followed the crowd's gaze and converged on the center of the square.
The young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.
The initial panic turned into even more intense terror.
"Lu...Lu Xuan."
Then, the Wang family members, who had been gathered in the square in a state of shock and silence, suddenly awoke from their daze.
In the center of the square, the large characters formed by the blood of hundreds of Wang family members from the main lineage were easily washed away by the torrential rain.
The blood flowed, staining the rainwater on the ground a mixed crimson.
Different expressions appeared on the faces of the Wang family members.
Then, a series of exclamations erupted amidst the rushing rain.
"Is it the murderous madman Dao Xuan?"
"Is it the terrifying, murderous maniac, Dao Xuan?"
"Stop adding any more words here, go and call the clan elders."
"Aren't they all here?"
The Wang family's square is very large, large enough to accommodate the Wang family members who have been arriving like ants returning to their nest during this period, and large enough to accommodate numerous pavilions and corridors at the edge of the square.
Wang Family Square faces the Yin-Yang line of Wang Ai's corpse in the center, with a pavilion standing in the middle, but the atmosphere under the pavilion is somewhat fierce.
An old man who looked even older than Wang Ai sat cross-legged in the pavilion, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand.
Surrounding them were several members of the Wang family, some old and some young, many of whom were injured.
Beneath the veneer of kindness, these aristocratic families reveal a ruthless and merciless nature, capable of devouring others as well as themselves.
When faced with the most basic struggles for power and wealth, there is no such thing as humility or the demeanor of a noble family; there is only bloody slaughter.
Many of the Wang family's collateral branches chose to take direct action, wiping out the remaining forces of the main Wang family branch.
If it weren't for the fact that this old codger was worried about the Wang family's "reputation" and "weapons" in his hands, none of these people in the pavilion would have survived until now.
But now it's just a desperate struggle. The remaining members of the Wang family's main branch are trapped in the square, relying on the "weapon" in their hands and the sword that killed Wang Ai and all those who came near to survive.
There was not a shred of hope, only an ever-deepening despair.
Wang sat alone in the pavilion, coughing incessantly, each cough sinking the hearts of those around him deeper.
"Brother Wang, there's no need to hold back. Handing over the stuff will be better for everyone."
"Yes! Hand over the stuff, and the Wang family will still be the same Wang family."
"We're all family, why make things like this?"
"Fourth Master, how about we talk some more?"
Outside the pavilion, a group of people dressed in various styles—some in ancient costumes, some in Western suits, some over fifty, and some looking over seventy—were all quite different.
He offered advice to Wang Du, the last elder of the main branch of the Wang family and Wang Ai's younger brother, who was in the pavilion, using either "enticements" or "threats".
They were all from the Wang family, but compared to their main family in the capital, they added titles before "Wang family": "Jinyang," "Hebei," "Taiyuan," etc.
Now that the Wang family's external businesses have been devoured by various forces, the remaining core parts have been divided up among them, which is also a "tacit understanding" among aristocratic families.
Wang Duneng has survived to this day thanks to these inexplicable "advantages and disadvantages".
Because Wang Du now represents "fame," and what he holds in his hand is the "vessel" they have always dreamed of.
Only the tools and the names cannot be lent to others.
The Wang family has many branches, but the main branch is only the Wang family in the capital.
If they could obtain the "name" of the main branch, they could replace the main branch as a minor branch and become the main branch of the royal family.
This title is very important to them, not to mention that this title is associated with the most important "tool".
The crowd looked at the scroll in Wang Du's hand with increasingly fervent eyes.
The Wang family's thousand-year-old tradition, thanks to its inherited skills and prestigious status, has produced countless predecessors who reached the pinnacle of painting.
The fruits of their ancestors' labor and the Wang family's ancestral skills were combined to form the scroll in Wang Du's hands, a scroll powerful enough to unleash a bloodbath in the world of supernatural beings.
Unfortunately, only the main branch of the Wang family can activate this painting, which is one of the reasons why Wang Du and the surviving members of the main branch around him have survived to this day.
It's ridiculous that the once domineering Wang family has now been driven to the brink of destruction by these branch families. Internal strife and killing among themselves is the most ruthless thing.
Wang Du opened his cloudy eyes and his gaze swept over the crowd outside the pavilion, who were almost unable to contain themselves.
The lingering power still lingered, causing everyone to freeze in shock.
But soon, someone became angry and embarrassed.
"Wang Du, don't push your luck. If we hadn't spared your life, do you think you, you old codger, would still be alive today?"
"That's right, hurry up and hand over the scroll, or do you really want us to be buried with you?"
"Fourth Master, we're family after all! Do you really want to turn our own family members against each other?"
Wang Du gave a cold laugh, which made everyone in the Wang family turn cold.
What family?
These powerful families may appear united, but in reality, they are the most cold and ruthless.
The downfall of the Wang family is indeed a foregone conclusion, but in this campaign to suppress the Wang family, the ones who truly struck the hardest were these "family members" in front of us.
After all, outsiders only care about their interests, and the Wang family can maintain a semblance of "respectability" as long as they are willing to relinquish them. However, these branches of the Wang family will not leave any way out for the main branch.
The remaining members of the main branch of the Wang family have almost all died at the hands of these branch elders during this period.
When faced with interests, even brothers and fathers can turn against each other, let alone blood relatives who are separated by countless generations.
The Wang family's property can only belong to the Wang family; even if it's destroyed, it won't be left for you.
Wang Du has never trusted these "blood relatives." He has persisted in living until now only to wait for the culprit who destroyed the Wang family, and then...
Wang Du thought of this and gripped the scroll tightly in his hand.
Lu Xuan! Lu Xuan!
It seemed that his obsession ran too deep, because Wang Du even heard the voice echoing in his ears.
Even the sound of rain that suddenly started outside the pavilion seemed to have weakened considerably.
No, it's not an obsession.