Chapter 599: The Stirring Wang Ai

“What about Zhang Jie?”

Wang Ai shifted the topic back to Zhang Jie.

Compared to Zhang Chulan, known as “No Shame,” who won the first match through despicable and dishonorable means;

Zhang Jie is highly suspected of possessing Qi Body Source Flow—extremely highly.

A boy who was once ordinary on Longhu Mountain, cultivating for years,

was knocked down in three strikes during a sparring session with Zhang Lingyu,

showing truly limited potential in Qi cultivation, forced to leave the mountain in gloom,

return to the North China region as a lowly employee, idling away his days, barely better than a waste;

yet he suddenly stunned everyone at this Luotian Da Jiao, possessing not only the Golden Light Spell to withstand Object Manipulation and hard-body strikes,

but also an unknown ability that crushes opponents with pressure, rendering them unconscious.

Anyone with a functioning mind can deduce this hides a massive secret.

What secret could transform an ordinary boy into someone utterly transformed in such a short time?

The Eight Marvelous Techniques—only the Eight Marvelous Techniques!

This isn’t idle speculation; it’s because their Wang family possesses one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques.

He himself wields the Restrict Spirits and Command Generals technique and knows full well its power.

Only Qi Body Source Flow, which dares to claim “the ultimate of techniques,” could produce such an effect.

Zhang Chulan swore again: “Old Master Wang, I swear,

neither I nor my grandfather have given Qi Body Source Flow to Brother Jie!”

He spoke this without a trace of guilt.

After all, both his own and Zhang Jie’s Qi Body Source Flow were taught by Bao’er Jie.

He spoke the truth—just omitted some details.

“Lu Brother?”

Seeing Zhang Chulan speak so firmly, Wang Ai hesitated, turning to Lu Ci.

The reason they didn’t privately interrogate Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan to monopolize Qi Body Source Flow:

one, both Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan are disciples of the Tian Shi Fu;

he needed an ally to share the burden of potential blame from the Old Heavenly Master;

the other, because the Lu family’s inherited extraordinary technique excels uniquely in interrogation and

intelligence gathering.

“Lu Gong.”

Lu Ci, receiving Wang Ai’s signal, nodded slightly and called out Lu Gong’s name.

“Great-grandfather, Zhang Chulan lied neither time.”

Lu Gong stepped forward respectfully and presented his conclusion.

He had hidden in the corner not only because he felt intimidated by his elders—Lu Ci and Wang Ai—

whose strength, status, and seniority far surpassed his own,

but also because he quietly activated his ability in an unnoticeable spot to verify the truthfulness of Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan’s words.

He confirmed both of Zhang Chulan’s answers were truthful, no lies.

As for Zhang Jie, he could perceive nothing—like there was no person before him, only empty air.

When Zhang Jie casually glanced at him, his soul trembled with dread,

and he guessed this was likely tied to Zhang Jie’s unknown pressure ability; he dared not use his ability on Zhang Jie again.

‘Heh, true lies are never entirely false—that kind is obvious to anyone.

True lies are entirely true, with just a few tiny details quietly erased.’

Zhang Chulan smiled inwardly.

“Lu Brother?”

“Wang Brother?”

Lu Ci frowned slightly; as his facial muscles shifted, the scar that cut across half his face—

ruining what had once been a decent appearance—grew even more grotesque,

resembling a centipede writhing with countless legs.

Wang Ai’s aged face showed no change, but his right hand tightened threefold on the dragon-headed cane,

veins like earthworms twisting beneath his thin, muscle-depleted skin.

For a moment, both were uncertain.

They wanted to seize Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan, apply pressure, interrogate them harshly,

guaranteeing they’d confess even their last bedwetting—but feared this was the Tian Shi Fu.

If the Old Heavenly Master learned they dared strike his disciples on Longhu Mountain, his massive palm would surely come down again.

Thinking of this, both Wang Ai and Lu Ci felt their heads throb.

‘Do it! Worst case, we just leave Longhu Mountain right after!

Even if the Old Heavenly Master is strong, even if he’s invincible, would he dare attack your Lu family or my Wang family?’

Wang Ai’s smile vanished; he slammed his cane down hard and whispered to Lu Ci.

His Wang family had endured for over a century as one of the Four Great Families of the Supernatural World;

ordinary clan members might believe it was due to deep ancestral roots and endless talent;

but as the patriarch who had led the Wang family for nearly a hundred years, how could he not know the true foundation of their longevity?

Strength!

Only strength ensures a family endures generation after generation!

In recent decades, the Wang family had produced countless talents; he himself, whose talent was not among the top tier,

had survived to over a hundred years, watching the supernatural world rise and fall, solely thanks to Restrict Spirits and Command Generals, acquired from Feng Tianyang!

A century ago, there were other great families on equal footing—or even slightly superior—to theirs;

yet only these four families still stood atop the supernatural world.

That old bastard Lu Jin, who put on such a clean act, spoke so nobly of his “flawless life”—

didn’t he rely on the Tongtian Lu he stole from Qing Zhengzi to uphold his family’s prestige?

The Lu family’s so-called inherited technique, Ming Hun Shu, is also highly suspicious.

The younger generation might not know, but as an elder of Lu Ci’s generation, how could he not know?

A century ago, the Lu family had no such thing as Ming Hun Shu; from Lu Ci

up to his older brother Lu Ren, the presumed heir to the Lu family, all trained in Ruyi Jin.

After the Jia Shen Uprising, the Lu family inexplicably gained a new “bloodline” technique,

yet it only awakened among the younger members; Lu Ci, the Lu family patriarch and theoretically the purest-blooded member,

hadn’t even touched the threshold of Ming Hun Shu—utterly absurd.

Afterward, Lu Ci, like a rabid dog, sealed all information and enforced internal marriage policies;

outsiders could only marry into the Lu family by becoming a son-in-law, never allowing daughters to marry out,

ensuring not a single drop of Lu family blood leaked beyond their walls.

The secrets here were immense.

But the Lu family itself was never weak, and Lu family members rarely left Lu Village,

combined with Lu Ci’s rabid, vengeful nature—no one dared act.

Of the Four Great Families, only the Gao family of Northeast China remained uncertain in their connection to the Eight Marvelous Techniques.

And the Gao family had declined sharply in recent years, nearly swallowed by the company’s Northeast Region,

even failing to send anyone to this Luotian Da Jiao—their title as one of the Four Great Families was now hollow.

The Eight Marvelous Techniques had laid the foundation for these four families.

Now, with a chance to acquire another Eight Marvelous Technique—the Qi Body Source Flow, which dares to claim “the ultimate of techniques”—

they absolutely could not let it slip away.

With it, perhaps the Wang family wouldn’t merely be one of the Four Great Families, but the greatest family in the supernatural world!

And Wang Ai, the patriarch who led his family to its zenith, would be worshipped by countless future generations.

Thinking of this, Wang Ai’s gaze toward Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan

resembled a monkey starved for ten days and ten nights spotting two plump, vivid red peaches—

so ripe, so delicious, he longed to swallow them whole.